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Authors Note: No plot… Just smut.

Reviews: I'm a Swedish author, so I hope you all will at least try to be lenient with my manhandling of your language. Reviews will be most appreciated though, and if they are constructive, I will cherish them and try to learn and improve from them.

Warning: Het R-rated

Summary: What if your favourite bedtime fantasy suddenly became reality? A nonsense ficclet for a smutty audience. (Elrond/OFC)

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Title: Raven Silk & Red Satin

Author: GoddessByline

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Part 1: A bar called The Stallion…

"I'm fed up with men and sick of being used!" the too skinny, forty-something blonde woman complained to the stranger who had just sat down to her right at the bar. She was a regular at The Stallion. She fiddled with a pack of matches, as she tossed down her third shot of tequila. "I always get stuck with the bills, holding the shitty end of the stick."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," thirty-year-old Frank Leoné said, eyeing a voluptuous redhead on the dance floor. He set down his empty glass as he threw a quick glance toward the blonde woman. "Well, nice meeting you."

As Frank left the table, the blonde suddenly noticed another man, entering the room. He had long dark hair and was wearing a ruby-red robe. Their eyes locked. Suddenly, the smoke-filled room was like a silent movie on pause. The man was a spitting image of her favourite 'alone-in-the-bed' fantasy, Lord Elrond. The red-robed elf approached her. She noted that he seem to move toward her almost like in slow motion. When he, after an eternity reached her table, he just extended his hand towards her with a promise, "Come with me, tonight your fantasy will come true and you will experience pleasure far beyond your wildest dreams."

Laughter and noise returned to the room as the couple exited the bar hand in hand.

No one saw them leave, and no one missed them.

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