Interview Me
May. 1st, 2005 14:12![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keiliss1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your LJ.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And thus the endless cycle of the meme goes on and on and on and on.....
Meanwhile, in another part of the castle, Glorfindel is up to much mischief too.
Dressed in a blue tunic and leggings, he makes his way to the kitchens, in search of the next victim on his list.
Opening the door, he smirks as he catches keiliss rummaging about in the drawer, which she guiltily shuts with a bang as Glorfindel comes in.
Leisurely taking a seat, he invites keiliss to sit as well.
Taking out his notebook and pen, he eagerly looks up at Keiliss, and smiles.
“Question number one…. If you, Legolas and a pink bathing suite were dumped on an island with nothing else, who would wear the only clothing, and why?” He asks, setting back in his chair comfortably.
Keiliss considers the other chair set at the kitchen table, then considers the table, which she then goes and perches on, in front of and just to the right of Glorfindel, close enough for him to have to turn slightly to the side so that he can write down the answers without his hand hitting her knee.
“I think,” she says thoughtfully. “I think that Legolas would have to have the bathing suit. I know I would be expected to want to cover up – being a girl and all – but the thought of that pallid, skinny, under developed woodelf strutting around showing off what he hasn’t got day after day – no, I would rather be eaten slowly by sharks.”
She moves forward slightly, to see if he is writing down her exact words or if he is trying to be diplomatic, and in so doing knocks his hand. He quite miswrites Legolas’ name. This, she decides, is a good thing.
“Next question… If you woke to find me in bed with you, what would be your next move? You may answer in the form of sexual favours if you wish.”
“I am going to assume you are asleep at the time” she tells him smugly. “In which case it would be up to me to wake you up. First I would take the gentle and considerate route – I would lean over and lick your eyelids very carefully, after which I would nuzzle my way down your face to your mouth, which I would kiss very softly and gently. However,” she continued sternly, fixing him with an intent gaze, “if you should be deeply asleep or, worse still, pretending to sleep, I would be forced to take the next step which of course is to pull down whatever offensive item of clothing you may be wearing on your lower body, kneel over you and……….”
“Question number three….If you had to sacrifice a Virgin to a dragon, which elf would you pick, and would you be right in thinking they were untouched?” Glorfindel grins, leaning back in his chair.
Keiliss makes a decision, and slides slowly off the table to sit astride Glorfindel’s lap. She wriggles around for a while, getting comfortable, while he sits patiently waiting for her to answer the question. He holds the note pad between them, resting it lightly against her stomach. She rests her hands on his shoulders and leans forward until their foreheads are almost touching. “Cirdan.,” she informs him confidently. “Definitely Cirdan. I mean, he must be a virgin. Who ever heard of Cirdan dropping his leggings? You, on the other hand…….” She smiles and pats his beautiful golden hair.
“You’re in a big, dark castle and it’s a story night. Suddenly, all the candles go out, and there is a big thumping coming from the door, and you slowly open it. Who’s there and why are they visiting you?”
Keiliss pats Glorfindel softly – on the cheek of course. “What a silly question,” she tells him, leaning forward to give him a gentle, affectionate kiss, with only a little bit of tongue, so he will understand not to take the answer personally. “ That would be Gil-galad, of course. Can never get it into his head to knock softly I’m afraid. And as for why he’s visiting me….? Sweetie, maybe Erestor can recommend a couple of good books or something….? Or,” she smiles, linking her arms round his neck and smiling into his clear blue eyes, “Perhaps I could give you a practical demonstration when you have finished asking all these silly questions.”
“Last question…. What were you looking for in that drawer?” Glorfindel stares intently at Keiliss. “Really… what were you looking for?”
Keiliss looks at him blankly, then suddenly remembers and throws back her head, laughing. “Oh in the drawer? Of course I almost forgot.” She jumps up from his lap and hurries across the kitchen to the drawer. Scrabbling around in it she finds what she was looking for and comes back smiling sweetly. She walks past him then turns unexpectedly, pulls his arms back behind him and ties his hands behind his back with the thin, very strong electrical cord she has found in the drawer containing all the little odds and ends that are usually kept in the kitchen. Ignoring his exclamations of outrage she walks round to stand in front of him. Sinking to her knees she proceeds to unfasten his leggings. Bending she takes his flaccid member in her mouth and proceeds to work her lips and tongue around it, smiling to herself as it springs immediately to attention. Allowing the considerably larger appendage to slip from her mouth she looks up at him smiling. “I was actually looking for a corkscrew – I wanted to open a bottle of wine,” she says huskily, “ but the cord will do just fine right now. The wine can wait till later”
Smiling up at him, she then ducked her head and resumes preparing her no longer reluctant elf for the what she choses to regard as the Main Event.
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Date: 2005-05-01 05:25 (UTC)Very good love...
Now.... dare i risk it..
*in small voice*
Interview me*
charlie
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Date: 2005-05-01 14:16 (UTC)“Five questions little one, then you can get up. Answer them truthfully, I will know if you do not.”
Charlie nodded as best she could and mumbled.
“Question One,” the voice said. “ If you found an picnic basket containing an empty wine bottle, the remains of a fish salad, a pink hair clasp and a half empty bottle of general purpose oil – who would the basket belong to and where would the oil have been used?”
“Question Two.” The voice drew nearer, and Charlie felt warm breath ghosting against her skin. “Why does Erestor believe cotton leggings are superior to silk leggings, and do you agree?”
“Question Three,” Charlie felt light pressure against her shoulder and part of her back as the elf leaned right up close against her. “What is the position described on page 237 of Mirkwood Love Secrets ? And is it anatomically possible?”
There was a pause ,before he asked her the next question, and she relaxed under the touch of an experienced hand massaging her back. “Question four – does Erestor drink red wine or white, and why Or does he drink brandy and if so why?”
Finally, he leaned very close to her and whispered right into her ear “For Question Five - would you like to go for a sail my dear? I, Cirdan, master of the Grey Havens, would be only too happy to oblige. Or is there something else you would prefer to do, and if so, what?”
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Date: 2005-05-01 14:42 (UTC)“um…” Charlie whispers, thinking hard. At fish she thinks of davey because of the pink clasp, and that leads to Javey... but they were both vegan so the fish salad rules them out.
She also thought of Erestor, for the same reason…. The hair clip.
“Glorfindel…..Glorfindel would own the basket. Along he came with his fishing rod, the basket of wine, and fish salad(just in case). It wa a surprise for Erestor who was due to join him soon.. Glorfindel wanted to catch him a fish, but the rod was rusty, and he opened it to rub some up the rod. Erestro, who had sneaked up, surprised Glorfindel by whispering in his ear, making him drop the bottle, and he only managed to put it up the right way after a third had leaked out. Both of them laughing, they went on to dinner, and drank the wine and ate the salad. Then, they proceed to use a little bit more of the oil for personal reasons….”
“Question Two.” The voice drew nearer, and Charlie felt warm breath ghosting against her skin. “Why does Erestor believe cotton leggings are superior to silk leggings, and do you agree?”
Again, Charlie found herself at a loss for words, and a blus came on her face.
“er…. Cotton can be cool when its too hot, warm when its cold, and they clean easily, to remove any stains?” she said hopefully.
“Personally, I think he’s best without either on..” she mumbles truthfully
“Question Three,” Charlie felt light pressure against her shoulder and part of her back as the elf leaned right up close against her. “What is the position described on page 237 of Mirkwood Love Secrets ? And is it anatomically possible?”
Her mouth going dry, Charlie momentarily forgets to breath.
“Um…… um…..” she stutters madly, tring to think…
“Could it be…… uh…..the two in one position? “ she asks, not really expecting an answer.
“if so… then yes.. it Could be possible…”
There was a pause ,before he asked her the next question, and she relaxed under the touch of an experienced hand massaging her back. “Question four – does Erestor drink red wine or white, and why Or does he drink brandy and if so why?”
Almost purring under the soft hands, Charlie relaxes.
“I think red sometimes, but brandy other times…. Because sometimes he need a shot of something strong to clear his head, and other times he just wants to mellow out.
Finally, he leaned very close to her and whispered right into her ear “For Question Five - would you like to go for a sail my dear? I, Cirdan, master of the Grey Havens, would be only too happy to oblige. Or is there something else you would prefer to do, and if so, what?”
Groaning and smiling to herself for not knowing Keiliss would pull a stunt like this and send her another elf… even when she sent her Glorfindel.
“I get a bit sea sick, I’m sorry… and at any rate, what will me being ill that might not be such a good idea…”
She explains.
“but… you have very good massaging hands, and if you would like to come and help me with my stressed back… and afterwards, perhaps you would like to help me with a spot of revenge..”
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Date: 2005-05-01 19:56 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-01 08:00 (UTC)Interview me next please :)
Steph
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Date: 2005-05-01 17:08 (UTC)“Hey there, you! Yes you! Step over here. What are you doing here, anyway? This is a private estate. "
She turned round in alarm to find a short, well built elf with long, light blond hair and a rather round face bearing down on her. "Stand still," he barked, "What is your name?" As he asked he pulled a rather grubby piece of paper out of his poacher and proceeded to try and straighten it out. Upon hearing her name he squinted down the page.
"Ah, here it is, " he said with satisfaction. "Longest name on the page, can't miss it. Why is it so long? Oh, better not, not a real question after all."
He looked her up and down. "My name is Haldir of Lórien, and I have been instructed to ask you a few questions - five in number. You will be required to remain here till you can answer them
"Question one. With all the elves in Middle Earth to choose from, including myself, why did Arwen take up with that unhygienic human?
"Question Two - stand up straight! If you were going to be stranded alone in a boat for three weeks, no change of clothing, no make up, no hair brush, no deodorant - which elf , including myself, would you choose to be adrift with?
“Question Three." He stood and stared at her for a minute, as though puzzled by something, then shook his head and checked his list of questions "Which elf was Lady Galadriel keeping company with last night? NOT including myself, of course."
"Question Four.! He stopped, looked at her again, hard, then continued. "Question Four. You find yourself wandering alone in the grounds. Upon turning a corner you are confronted by the twins, Elladan and Elrohir. They have lit a bonfire and are burning the contents of a small basket. What are they burning and why and are they talking about me by any chance?"
"And finally, Question Five." Haldir stopped again, looked once more at the list and then put it in his pocket again. Looking her up and down out of crystal blue eyes he said in a quieter voice than before. "Question Five,. lotr_angel17 is - where in Mordor are your wings?
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Date: 2005-05-01 18:25 (UTC)“Hey there, you! Yes you! Step over here. What are you doing here, anyway? This is a private estate. "
She turned round in alarm to find a short, well built elf with long, light blond hair and a rather round face bearing down on her. "Stand still," he barked, "What is your name?" As he asked he pulled a rather grubby piece of paper out of his poacher and proceeded to try and straighten it out. Upon hearing her name he squinted down the page.
"Ah, here it is, " he said with satisfaction. "Longest name on the page, can't miss it. Why is it so long? Oh, better not, not a real question after all."
He looked her up and down. "My name is Haldir of Lórien, and I have been instructed to ask you a few questions - five in number. You will be required to remain here till you can answer them
A little nervous but intrigued Angel decided to stay and listen.
"Question one. With all the elves in Middle Earth to choose from, including myself, why did Arwen take up with that unhygienic human?"
Angel thinks for a moment and looks around to make sure no one is in listening range, "Well from what I hear, and I have very good hearing mind you, I heard that with one look Lady Arwen was hooked. She whispered something about being able to run her fingers through his hair and it not taking forever. Which is totally absurd, everyone knows how wonderful it is to run their fingers through long blond, elven hair." Slowly she leaned over and almost had her fingers to his hair.
"Question Two - stand up straight! If you were going to be stranded alone in a boat for three weeks, no change of clothing, no make up, no hair brush, no deodorant - which elf , including myself, would you choose to be adrift with?"
"Well from what I hear the logical choice of course would be this very nice elf I just met by the name of Rumil. He is very handsome and he has his own mood theme! Only special elves get this you know and from what he says, he beat out his two mean brothers by a landslide."
“Question Three." He stood and stared at her for a minute, as though puzzled by something, then shook his head and checked his list of questions "Which elf was Lady Galadriel keeping company with last night? NOT including myself, of course."
"Well from what I hear, it was none other that the cuter brother of Rumil. You know, Orophin." She looked at him and waited to see if he knew of Rumil but he just stood there and looked at her. Shrugging her shoulders she motioned for him to continue.
"Question Four.! He stopped, looked at her again, hard, then continued. "Question Four. You find yourself wandering alone in the grounds. Upon turning a corner you are confronted by the twins, Elladan and Elrohir. They have lit a bonfire and are burning the contents of a small basket. What are they burning and why and are they talking about me by any chance?"
"Well from what I hear, those twins are always up to some kind of trick so they are probably burning the evidence of some joke gone awry." Angel cocked her head and thought for a moment, "What did you say your name was again?"
"And finally, Question Five." Haldir stopped again, looked once more at the list and then put it in his pocket again. Looking her up and down out of crystal blue eyes he said in a quieter voice than before. "Question Five, lotrfan_angel17 is - where in Mordor are your wings?"
Pulling herself up to her full height Angel sputtered, "Well I have never heard such a question before in my life. For your information Haldir of Lorien they are right here under my cloak!" Angel turned around and pulled off her cloak uncovering the most angelic wings ever seen on Arda. She looked over her shoulder and whispered back, "And just for that I'm going to go and get Rumil and his brothers to come and kick your butt!"
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Date: 2005-05-02 06:59 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-01 10:33 (UTC)Ah hell! I'll give it a shot. If you wish to do so, interview me.
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Date: 2005-05-01 14:32 (UTC)“Question One,” he said softly, opening a high quality notebook and nodding to himself. “What do you think the Balrog's favourite sauce would have been?”
“Question Two” - he licked the end of the quill lightly, stroking it lightly with his pink tongue –“You find a particularly fetching outfit in green lace decked with orange ostrich feathers Near it is a pair of high heeled shoes, and a snake skin purse. On the purse is a name. To which male elf does this outfit belong and why?”
“Question Three,” He leaned back and smiled at her, his eyes sparkling darkly – “You are caught in a rain storm, you run for shelter, you find your way to the henhouse over there - he gestured vaguely, the chances of Erestor knowing where the hen house was were slim – “You fling yourself inside to find which two elves doing what?”
“Question Four.” .Erestor snuggled up against Nikkiling smiling knowingly. “You come home after a long day, make your way to the bathroom,, open the door and find Glorfindel lying back in a lavender scented buddle bath, a glass of champagne in his hand, and he is wearing a shocking pink bath cap, decorated with artificial flowers and fruit in many colours. Decisions, decisions.. You do what?”
He leaned his head back, and his lovely black hair drifted over Nikkiling shoulder. “Question Five, “he said. “What do you want to do most in the world, right this minute? And with whom? And for how long?”
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Date: 2005-05-01 20:46 (UTC)“Favorite sauce?” Nikkiling shook her head, struggling to clear it of the obscene thoughts racing through her mind. The hair, the skin, the eyes…that beautiful S curve from upper back to thigh! Who could think about Balrogs at a time like this!
She took a deep breath, cleared her throat and set the abnormal psychology text aside. “I would have to say…” she tapped her lower lip thoughtfully, “either tzatziki or a lovely mint. A pepper sauce would get lost in all the flaming heat already in the balrog’s mouth. Tzatziki and mint are cool and refreshing to the palate, not to mention they go very well with lamb.” She grinned, licking her lips. “Or tender, succulent elves.”
“Question Two” - he licked the end of the quill lightly, stroking it lightly with his pink tongue –“You find a particularly fetching outfit in green lace decked with orange ostrich feathers Near it is a pair of high heeled shoes, and a snake skin purse. On the purse is a name. To which male elf does this outfit belong and why?”
Nikkiling laughed, although it sounded a bit hoarse as her gaze was focused on Erestor’s lovely tongue. She couldn’t help but imagine other places that muscle could explore. “Thranduil. I heard he likes to go out in drag at the end of the day, something that Elrond introduced him to."
“Question Three,” He leaned back and smiled at her, his eyes sparkling darkly – “You are caught in a rain storm, you run for shelter, you find your way to the henhouse over there - he gestured vaguely, the chances of Erestor knowing where the hen house was were slim – “You fling yourself inside to find which two elves doing what?”
“Ack! Eew!” Nikkiling threw her hands up over her eyes as if to rub away the disturbing images suddenly found there. “Not the chickens! Eeeeeewww!
She dropped her hands as a shudder worked its way down her body. “Elrohir and Elladan. Ick! Eeew! That’s just wrong! Please, just, next question!”
“Question Four.” Erestor snuggled up against Nikkiling smiling knowingly. “You come home after a long day, make your way to the bathroom,, open the door and find Glorfindel lying back in a lavender scented buddle bath, a glass of champagne in his hand, and he is wearing a shocking pink bath cap, decorated with artificial flowers and fruit in many colours. Decisions, decisions.. You do what?”
Nikkiling felt her body melt once more as Erestor’s warmth permeated her usually cold body. Visions of mutilated chickens were swept from her mind at dark elf’s words, replaced by a very romantic, seductive image….
Pink bath cap! Plastic flowers? Fruit! Her brow furrowed and she sat up straighter.
“Well. I would march right in there and pull that cap right off! Such a shame with all that lovely golden hair! It would be such a waste to cover it, not to mention with something pink.” She shivered, and then paused as something else occurred to her. “Wait. I wonder if he knows how to dance…Mmmmm…”
He leaned his head back, and his lovely black hair drifted over Nikkiling's shoulder. “Question Five, “he said. “What do you want to do most in the world, right this minute? And with whom? And for how long?”
She was suddenly distracted by the hair…that gorgeous long black satiny hair caressing her bare shoulder. Silky, tickly, midnight tresses. Hair fetish? Never!
Okay, maybe a little.
She cleared her throat. Question… The last question! Dear lord and lady above!
“Right this minute?” Nikkiling breathed.
He nodded.
“With anyone?”
He nodded again.
Nikkiling licked her lips. “You. And Glorfindel. In the dungeon. With the toys. And the whips.” She leaned forwards, one hand lifting to stroke the edge of Erestor’s pointed ear. “And I get to be the submissive first.” Erestor leaned into the caress, eyes fluttering shut as her fingers moved over the highly sensative flesh.
Then she suddenly pulled her hand away. His eyes blinked open, and he watched curiously as she picked up the textbook once more, a happy grin appearing on her face.
"Or you can help me research impulse control disorders and erectile dysfunction due to post-trumatic stress from a childhood trauma!"
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Date: 2005-05-02 06:56 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-02 09:29 (UTC)And thanks for sending me 'Restor. *conspiratal whisper* I just love the elf! So studious...
*...adjusts the textbook under arm and grabs Erestor's hand...* Now we're off to conduct more research. Have you seen 'Fin around? *grin*
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Date: 2005-05-01 12:54 (UTC)Unfortunately you could probably come up with a lot of - interesting stuff *hides*
red
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Date: 2005-05-01 18:13 (UTC)Suddenly she is startled by a voice almost directly behind her.
"You look so cold., why don't you come up to the castle and get out of the wind? And meanwhile I think you had better wear this." Nest moment she is being wrapped in a warm blue cloak by a very tall, very, very good looking elf. He has black hair and blue eyes, and a sort of regal air to him. He smiles in a friendly manner at her and, to her amazement, sits down on the steps next to her.
"Some one made a rule," he says to her, "that if you can answer five strange questions you can go into the castle. Want to try?"
He is very big and has a reassuring air about him but Red still isn't certain, and hesitantly asks him if she could know his name first. He laughs - he had a really nice laugh - and says : “My name is Ereinion Gil-galad, but my friends usually just call me Gil. Ready for your first question?"
Red nods, uncertainly, and he smiles encouragingly at her.
"If you could have afternoon tea with Sauron - though I can't imagine why you would want to - what is the question you would most like to ask him, and why?"
Red looks a little horrified and Gil-galad s his arm round her in a friendly manner. "Don't worry, it gets easier," he promises. "Second Question? You come home, go to you room, and discovered Glorfindel fast asleep in your bed. His hair is spread out around him like a pool of sunlight, he is smiling in his sleep, and he is tied to the bed head with pale blue silken scarves. Assuming no one will find out – ever - what do you do?"
Gil-galad shakes his head at her suspicious look. "Don’t look at me," he says firmly. "that was Erestor's question. Shall we try number Three?" He nods to encourage her. and, as the wind gusts harder, holds her a little closer to keep her warm. "Number Three e is simple. Which do you prefer reading - the Silmarillion or 46 pages of brainless PWP, hot elf sex with your favourite slash couple. And why."
Red gives him a dirty look, and he laughs in delight and huggs her. "Number Four, my dear, is also quite easy if you think about it. Erestor keeps a green box, about the size of a shoe box, under his bed. What is in it, and why does he keep it there?" Gil-galad is chuckling as he asks this question. He obviously knows the answer.
"Final question," he says, helping her up, They have already agreed to take a slow walk up the slight hill to the castle while Red answers the last question. "Which elf goes best with chocolate coated strawberries, and how - and of course why."
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Date: 2005-05-05 19:50 (UTC)Suddenly she is startled by a voice almost directly behind her.
"You look so cold., why don't you come up to the castle and get out of the wind? And meanwhile I think you had better wear this." Nest moment she is being wrapped in a warm blue cloak by a very tall, very, very good looking elf. He has black hair and blue eyes, and a sort of regal air to him. He smiles in a friendly manner at her and, to her amazement, sits down on the steps next to her.
"Some one made a rule," he says to her, "that if you can answer five strange questions you can go into the castle. Want to try?"
He is very big and has a reassuring air about him but Red still isn't certain, and hesitantly asks him if she could know his name first. He laughs - he had a really nice laugh - and says : “My name is Ereinion Gil-galad, but my friends usually just call me Gil. Ready for your first question?"
Red nods, uncertainly, and he smiles encouragingly at her.
"If you could have afternoon tea with Sauron - though I can't imagine why you would want to - what is the question you would most like to ask him, and why?"
***“I would have to say, how was it like as a large disembodied eye? It must have been so frustrating especially with his minions that had the hardest time finding what seemed to be the simplest of things.”***
Red looks a little horrified and Gil-galad s his arm round her in a friendly manner. "Don't worry, it gets easier," he promises. "Second Question? You come home, go to you room, and discovered Glorfindel fast asleep in your bed. His hair is spread out around him like a pool of sunlight, he is smiling in his sleep, and he is tied to the bed head with pale blue silken scarves. Assuming no one will find out – ever - what do you do?"
***“I’d have to let him go. The thing of the matter is that even if no one else ever found out about it – glory would still know – and it would change the way we act around each other forever. He would be embarrassed and uncomfortable around me I don’t want that at all. Now in fantasies perhaps…”***
Gil-galad shakes his head at her suspicious look. "Don’t look at me," he says firmly. "that was Erestor's question. Shall we try number Three?" He nods to encourage her. and, as the wind gusts harder, holds her a little closer to keep her warm. "Number Three e is simple. Which do you prefer reading - the Silmarillion or 46 pages of brainless PWP, hot elf sex with your favourite slash couple. And why."
***“Now that is a low question!!!!” Red sighs. “Truthfully, it would be the 46 pages of brainless PWP, hot elf sex with my favorite slash couple. Why? Because I’m a slash loving female who happens to like elf sex and I can read the Silmarillion when I get it from the library.”***
Red gives him a dirty look, and he laughs in delight and hugs her. "Number Four, my dear, is also quite easy if you think about it. Erestor keeps a green box, about the size of a shoe box, under his bed. What is in it, and why does he keep it there?" Gil-galad is chuckling as he asks this question. He obviously knows the answer.
****“Odds and ends mostly, but some things that were gifted to him from Glorfindel, namely a picture that Glory drew of him once just after he had woken up and Ery told him that if he was planning on drawing pictures of him then at least pick a flattering pose! But Glory said that he found it adorable really so Ery kept it – but hid it away in a shoe box for it was sentimental; he’s teased glory about his own preoccupation with such things and didn’t want it done to him.”***
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Date: 2005-05-05 19:51 (UTC)***Red pauses for a moment and considers. ”Well…I’d have to experiment first! Try all the elves before I could come to an educated conclusion.” Gil-Galad just looked at her for a moment, and she sighed, rolling her eyes. “Oh all right, I’d have to say Glorfindel. Except you would feed him the strawberries first for reasons known, then get some more of the handy-dandy chocolate sauce and then lick it off of him.” ***
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Date: 2005-05-05 20:55 (UTC)And I had no idea what Erestor had in that box - lol! Well done.
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Date: 2005-05-05 21:02 (UTC)*bows* thank you, I had to forcefully restrain myself, but I did it :)
red
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Date: 2005-05-01 16:35 (UTC)Riina
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Date: 2005-05-02 16:32 (UTC)She was sitting rubbing her ankle and wriggling her shoulders to try and ease the pain in her back when a warm, soft voice behind her said, "Perhaps I can be of some help? Would you like me to look at that ankle and give your shoulders a bit of a rub> I am rather good at seeing to things like this."
She was just about to tell the intruder to leave her alone at once when she turned and found herself looking directly into the silver-grey eyes of Elrond Half-Elven, who was standing behind her, looking down at her and smiling.
He looked exactly as she had always imagined - tall with dark auburn hair, and he was wearing a long midnight blue robe with silver trim and a delicate little silver headband. He was, also MUCH better looking than the movie version - in fact he was beautiful.
"Um." she said.
He didn't seem to be in the least put out by this - he probably elicited that sort of response on a regular basis, she realised. Instead he smiled, knelt down next to her - HE KNELT NEXT TO HER - and gently began to feel her ankle with long, sensitive fingers. After a moment he looked up at her.
"I could invite you up to the castle so I can have a proper look at this and you could relax but there is a rule about that. No one can go in there without first having answered five questions, so that we can know a little bit about how their mind works. Would you be willing to do so?"
"Um," said Riina, watching the light catch the long, auburn hair, making it shimmer and sparkle.
"I'll take that as a yes, then," he said in a friendly voice.
"First question would be -what is Erestor’s most prized possession, why, and what does Glorfindel really think about it?
He left her ankle and got up and moved to sit behind her, his legs curled gracefully under him, and putting his hands on her shoulders, started to massage them.
“Second question,” he said. “given the scenario that you find yourself trapped in an elevator for eighteen hours - no food, no water, the light permanently on - which elf would you choose to be trapped with, why and how would you pass the time?”
He leaned in closer, so that he could put more pressure into relaxing her shoulder muscles.
“The third question isn’t really very difficult. Assume you find an advertisement for the position of advisor on the subject of building maintenance in Imladris. You really want to live there – doesn’t everyone? – so you apply. Why should I give you the job?”
He listened to her answer with interest, and then proceeded to start massaging her head, a very pleasant and relaxing sensation indeed. Well maybe not all that relaxing really. Not with him quite this close after all. It was all a little unsettling.
“Um,” thought Riina
“For the fourth question - which would you prefer to spend the weekend reading – the Silmarillion, or 64 pages of hot elf sex , strictly PWP, featuring your favourite slash pairing – and who would that pairing be?”
He stopped massaging her scalp and sat quietly behind her, lightly stroking her hair. “My final question is quite simple,” he told her, making her jump slightly as she had not realised quite how close he actually was, he spoke right into her ear in fact. “You come home after a long, hard day, and upon entering your bedroom you find, sitting cross legged in the middle of your bed, Thranduil of Mirkwood. He is wearing a green silk loincloth, a garland of spring leaves in his hair, an assortment of jewelry and....not very much else. On the bed in front of him are two items - a jar of body chocolate, mint flavored - and a bowl of vanilla flavored cream. Which do you choose, what do you do with it, and.......do I actually want to know why?"
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Date: 2005-05-10 11:54 (UTC)Riina had been jogging round the lake and, in her attempts to watch the cute little yellow ducklings swimming with their mommy, had not been watching her feet and had tripped and fallen quite heavily.
She was sitting rubbing her ankle and wriggling her shoulders to try and ease the pain in her back when a warm, soft voice behind her said, "Perhaps I can be of some help? Would you like me to look at that ankle and give your shoulders a bit of a rub? I am rather good at seeing to things like this."
She was just about to tell the intruder to leave her alone at once when she turned and found herself looking directly into the silver-grey eyes of Elrond Half-Elven, who was standing behind her, looking down at her and smiling.
He looked exactly as she had always imagined - tall with dark auburn hair, and he was wearing a long midnight blue robe with silver trim and a delicate little silver headband. He was, also MUCH better looking than the movie version - in fact he was beautiful.
"Um." she said.
He didn't seem to be in the least put out by this - he probably elicited that sort of response on a regular basis, she realised. Instead he smiled, knelt down next to her - HE KNELT NEXT TO HER - and gently began to feel her ankle with long, sensitive fingers. After a moment he looked up at her.
"I could invite you up to the castle so I can have a proper look at this and you could relax but there is a rule about that. No one can go in there without first having answered five questions, so that we can know a little bit about how their mind works. Would you be willing to do so?"
"Um," said Riina, watching the light catch the long, auburn hair, making it shimmer and sparkle.
"I'll take that as a yes, then," he said in a friendly voice.
"First question would be -what is Erestor’s most prized possession, why, and what does Glorfindel really think about it?
The mention of Erestor’s name seemed to penetrate through the dreamy haze Elrond’s magical presence had created in Riina’s mind. Questions? Elrond asked HER a question.
“Um. What was that again?”
Elrond patiently repeated his question.
“Erestor’s most prized possession? I think the answer to this is obvious. It’s the rose quartz amulet. The answer to ‘why?’ is a lot more complicated. And I’m not sure how much I can reveal of it. So, let’s just say because Erestor is a sentimental old fool. And Glorfindel is scared of the amulet. He’s not scared of much, but for some reason that amulet gives him the creeps. Or maybe it’s more the changes in Erestor that are freaking Glorfindel out.” Riina wrinkled her nose. “And at least in my way of counting that was three questions already.”
Elrond squinted his eyes, then smiled. “You’re impudent. I like that.”
He left her ankle and got up and moved to sit behind her, his legs curled gracefully under him, and putting his hands on her shoulders, started to massage them.
“Second question,” he said. “given the scenario that you find yourself trapped in an elevator for eighteen hours - no food, no water, the light permanently on - which elf would you choose to be trapped with, why and how would you pass the time?”
“Since I’m claustrophobic it would have to be a very special elf. I’d choose Thranduil. His lived most of his life in a cave, and is not a closed space like an elevator quite a lot like a cave? So, he’d know how to make the time fly. I think I’d settle myself in his lap and rest my head against his broad chest. I’d listen to the low, seductive tone of his voice as he’d be telling me stories about Mirkwood. If things would progress from there, I certainly wouldn’t mind. I adore Thranduil.”
“Who doesn’t?” asked Elrond. He leaned in closer, so that he could put more pressure into relaxing her shoulder muscles.
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Date: 2005-05-10 11:54 (UTC)“Building maintenance? Is that like wiping the floors or using a hammer and nails? Well, I’d be fit for both, since my skills at organising things are excellent and I’m a natural at making men work for me. I doubt elves are any different in that sense. So, by hiring me to do the job, you’d actually get an army of elves. But if you really want my expertise, my ‘technical skills” point more in the direction of taking your library to the technology age.”
He listened to her answer with interest, and then proceeded to start massaging her head, a very pleasant and relaxing sensation indeed. Well maybe not all that relaxing really. Not with him quite this close after all. It was all a little unsettling.
“Um,” thought Riina
“For the fourth question - which would you prefer to spend the weekend reading – the Silmarillion, or 64 pages of hot elf sex , strictly PWP, featuring your favourite slash pairing – and who would that pairing be?”
“Hmmm. This is easy. I’d choose the Silmarillion. I don’t like PWPs too much to begin with and 64 pages is way too long for that and way too little for a weekend’s reading. I have Silmarillion in my bookcase, but haven’t had the time to get to it yet. Your question assumes that I’d rather read the PWP, but since I’m in a nice mood I’ll answer the last question too. My fave slash pairing is Thranduil with your sons. Either one or both.” Smirking, Riina leaned back to Elrond’s touch.
He stopped massaging her scalp and sat quietly behind her, lightly stroking her hair. “My final question is quite simple,” he told her, making her jump slightly as she had not realised quite how close he actually was, he spoke right into her ear in fact. “You come home after a long, hard day, and upon entering your bedroom you find, sitting cross legged in the middle of your bed, Thranduil of Mirkwood. He is wearing a green silk loincloth, a garland of spring leaves in his hair, an assortment of jewelry and....not very much else. On the bed in front of him are two items - a jar of body chocolate, mint flavored - and a bowl of vanilla flavored cream. Which do you choose, what do you do with it, and.......do I actually want to know why?"
“Nothing like a dose of Thranduil after a demanding day, eh? I’d go for the vanilla ice cream, since I don’t really like mint and I hardly ever mix food and sex. Both are great sources of pleasure for me, but I like to enjoy them separately. So, I’d take the ice cream back to the freezer, unless it was too melted for that. Don’t you hate ice cream that has been re-frozen? Yech. Anyhoo, after that I’d go back to the bedroom and I’d let Thranduil undress me. He’s so terribly good at it, don’t you think?” Riina turned to look at Elrond with a knowing smile on her face. “Nothing’s a secret in this fandom. Better get used to, my lord.”
“Good piece of advice, I’m sure. I’m already quite familiar with the downside of this newfound fame.” Elrond seemed to think for a moment. “But there are positive things about it too. For example fan girls with good imagination. So, we got as far as Thranduil undressing you and still wearing the loincloth. Then what?”
Elrond lifted Riina up from the ground, and they started walking towards the castle.
“Aren’t you a nosy one?” Riina laughed. “Well, I think I’d take advantage of Thrandy’s excellent massaging skills. Yours are pretty good too. Perhaps, you could join us...”
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Date: 2005-05-11 10:26 (UTC)*hugs* - Kei
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Date: 2005-05-11 11:45 (UTC)