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Chapter 10 The Night Before Christm… I mean.. uhm… the last Alliance…
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Part 55 (in which we all get what we really wanted…)
Autumn
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Fortunately for the High King and Nemis, they encountered no other elves on their way, not that they would have broken from their embrace if they had. Running to the privacy of a tent despite the many tiny affectionate touches they laid upon one another as they went.
Nemis pushed the King down onto a rather large cot and went happily to his arms. Gil-galad laughed as he wrapped them about her and sought out her mouth with his. It wasn't long before Gil-galad found himself without anything covering his torso and Nemis' lips firmly attached to the skin on his neck.
"My Lady, what will happen if you do not succeed?"
This stopped her dead and Nemis looked up at him. She thought for a moment before she slowly rested her head on his chest.
"You die."
Gil-galad didn't seem fazed by her admittance of it as he stroked her hair.
"Not such a bad thing, I would go to the halls where my ancestors dwell."
Nemis was still deeply saddened by this as she clutched him closer. Gil smiled, lifted her face to his and Nemis felt extremely better as he kissed her deeply but still maintained his gentlemanly tenderness.
Pulling from it, he said, "And Elrond will lead them? My people, I mean."
Nemis sucked in a deep breath.
"That's one way of seeing it."
Gil-galad thought for a moment.
"That is the only way of seeing it. I have no heir."
The same evil glint, seemingly shared by all the members of the UCMEC, entered her eyes.
"You don't yet..."
Gil-galad smiled mischievously and raised a brow.
"The should I die, My child would be left in the care of one whom I know could raise it properly." He whispered to her ere they continued there exploration of one another's flesh. Just as Gil slid his hand to Nemis' neck , under the collar of her shirt and onto the flesh where the back meets the neck, Nemis stopped.
"Wait, wait. Hold on."
Gil-galad looked confused as he laid on his back, shirtless and Nemis bounded out of the tent. Coming to the really big tent, she found Autumn, stole her keyboard with ease as she was busy with Celeborn and typed a few lines. She then sprinted back to the smaller tent that housed her elf King.
"What was that about?" he asked as she settled down next to him.
"Oh, this fic's not rated high enough for what I have planned so I had to start the next part...
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Fëanor walked a ways away from the gathering of tents to a clearing lit well by the full moon. He took out his sword and shed his breast plate as Joan ran up to him.
"What, you plan on killing me?" Fëanor laughed.
"No, you said you might not make it through the battle. I wanted to give you a few pointers."
Joan nearly fainted as Fëanor wrapped his arms around her and placed his sword in her hands and gripped his over hers. His face next to hers, he smiled and took her through some easy moves, all the while, gliding about with her. She almost fainted again, feeling the muscles of his chest and arms through his tunic.
After he had taken her through many moves, they collapsed to the ground together, laughing in unison.
"You will survive the battle...don't worry."
Joan looked at his sword which rested still in her hands.
"Did you see how clumsy I was? My best hope is to use my Valar powers to beat up some orcs and then I'm done."
He grinned at her as he shuffled a little closer.
"I'll stay by your side, you have my word, I shall not leave you."
That feeling of fainting crept up on her again.
"That's good to know."
Reaching down to help Joan up, Fëanor escorted her back to her tent.
"Goodnight, my Lady." He leaned down and placed a kiss on her cheek.
Joan, figuring that she would never have another opportunity, quickly took hold of his face and planted a kiss on his lips. Much to her delight, he responded in kind.
"You know," Joan said, breathing heavily when they pulled from one another, "I'm guessing Autumn wasn't nice enough to write you in your own tent (she's right, I wasn't:) So, where do you plan to sleep tonight?"
He thought about it a moment.
"On the ground outside your door, keeping those who would wish you harm from ever coming close to your sleeping presence." Joan (gleefully melting into a pile of goo) led him inside.
"But I make one thing clear," she said as they sat upon her cozy cot, "The world doesn't need another elf lusting after the Silmarils, so we have to keep safe distance."
Fëanor gave her a look as if to say that he had no idea what she spoke of as they laid down to rest.
Joan, however, soon felt an arm reach around and a hand grasp hers.
She fell asleep to the feel of Fëanor's breath upon her neck.
(sigh… awww:)
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Kalurien's grin never once left her face as she `cleansed the elf.'
Glorfindel groaned contentedly as she ran the cloth across his chest.
Eventually, Kalurien finished making her elf spiffy looking and he got out of the wooden tub (nearly causing her to faint). After he had dressed, Glorfindel turned towards the still flushed cheeked Kalurien.
"I didn't thank you, my Lady, for saving me from the writer (well, that writer:)"
Kalurien batted a hand at him.
"Was nothing."
Glorfindel walked towards her and, ever so dreamily, stared deep into her eyes.
"'Twas something." He brought her lips to his for a light, fleeting kiss. "Thank you."
She looked dazed, indeed, Glorfindel had to catch her from falling over. "My Lady?"
"Thanks for the, uh...thanks..." Glorfindel smiled.
"I'm afraid that I must go back to my tent for the night."
"Whoa, wait, it's not safe out there with those slash writers still lurking about... can I come with you? You know, just to keep you safe..."
Glorfindel laughed.
"I do not have an extra cot."
Kalurien tilted her head slightly and nodded.
"Did I say we'd need one? You don't mind a bunk mate do ya?"
Glorfindel took the meaning of 'Bunk Mate' to be literal and backed off slightly.
"Bunk...Mate? um, well."
Kalurien rolled her eyes.
"Not literally dufus… Do you mind... me just kinda... lying next to you...?"
Glorfindel regained his composure.
"I would not, uh...strictly on the condition that you leave all of my clothing firmly attached to my body."
Kalurien smiled as she looped her arm with her zestfully clean elf and walked out of the tent.
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Jen turned to Thranduil and asked him the question that could very well determine any future relationship, "Do you like horses?"
Thranduil thought about it a moment.
"They're stunning creatures and there is hardly a greater feeling than that of your steed charging you to battle." Jen nearly falls off her horse at the elf King's passionate words.
"I, uh, hope you don't mind, but...uh, I had something in...well, mind."
He chuckled as Jen raised a brow in his direction. She saw that he had pulled a bottle of wine from his saddle bag along with two rather rough looking metal glasses.
"We have a few hours ere we possibly meet our destruction, care for a drink?"
Jen laughed as Thranduil wore a large grin and shook the bottle.
The two settled down on a flat piece of land, Thranduil spreading a blanket on the ground. He poured two glasses of wine out, sat next to Jen and clinked his glass with hers. Jen took a sip of her wine to help her make her next move and scootched closer to Thranduil, leaning against his shoulder.
When they finished their wine, Thranduil procured another blanket from his saddle bag (magical little thing considering he didn't even know he would be going off somewhere) and wrapped Jen in it. He laid himself down next to her, wrapped an arm around her shoulders and leaned over.
"Goodnight." He whispered as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek as her eyes fluttered then closed.
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Haldir led Harle to a small clump of trees near the camp. Though she did not need it, he helped her into the tallest one anyway and followed shortly after.
"You really are the kinda guy that lived in his tree house when he was younger, aren't you?"
Haldir smiled.
"Well, actually, being raised in Lórien, yes." He laughed lightly with Harle who stared intently at him for a moment.
"Are you really worried about messing up in the battle?"
Haldir mockingly thought about it for a moment then turned to her with a goofy smile on his face.
"No, actually. I just... wanted someone to come and live with me in my tree house... if only for one night..."
Harle considered falling out of the tree (see what these elves do to us, we're just dropping like flies:) as Haldir wrapped his hand around hers. Left speechless, Harle just turned to look at the stars as Haldir was.
"We can't stay up here all night you know, well... you maybe, but I'd fall out." Harle said after a time during which she regained her vocal capacity.
"No you wouldn't, I wouldn't let you." His smile drove the above mentioned capacity from her once more. He shifted gracefully on the narrow tree limb to where his legs were stretched along it, his back was to the trunk and Harle was nestled safely in his arms.
"You sleep, I promise not to let you fall." Reassuringly, he gripped her tighter. As if things couldn't get any better, Haldir put his beautiful voice to use and began to sing. Harle bent her head up from his chest and brushed a soft, swift kiss across his lips. Haldir pressed down, making it more than just a quick brush but released her as Harle allowed her head to sink back down to his chest.
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Alena found that she was paralyzed as Elrond bestowed a kiss upon her. She made a few unrecognizable sounds when he pulled away but found that words no longer seemed to exist in her mind.
"Thank you for your blessing in battle."
The words suddenly came and she smiled happily.
"No problem." That was all she got out.
Elrond grinned, and pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
"Rest now, my Lady." He whispered. Alena, quite possibly the luckiest out of all of the UCMECians, ended up falling asleep in the Lord of Imladris' lap (hopefully far away from the smut writers, they'd have field day with that one:)
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Kelsey dragged the twins into her tent, though they protested the entire way. Now that they were there, she knew what she'd like to do but she knew that it just wasn't possible with the two of them.
Silently cursing Autumn, knowing full well that she had planned it that way, Kelsey looked at the twins who were now seated in front of her.
"We demand to see our-."
"Ya, ya, shut up, I know, you wanna see daddy."
Elrohir fell silent at that, a wounded puppy dog face plastered on. Kelsey's shoulders slumped. "You are very cute..." The idea hit her like the inspiration for a slash fic hits a smut writer. Kelsey's spirit was uplifted until she remembered that her deck of cards was torn up.
The twins gasped as, with the magic of the key board, a deck of cards appeared on Kelsey's cot. Suppressing the urge to do a little dance and shout for joy, she merely looked at the twins with an evil glint.
"Wanna play a game to pass the time?" Needless to say, with Kelsey's version of the game, the twins wound up with their odd looking Elvish underwear on alone and she... wound up with their trousers and shirts for a pillow.
"But we'll freeze!" Kelsey, of course, played this to her advantage.
"You can come and sleep with me..." The twins weighed their option's as Kelsey absentmindedly played with their leashes.
"Can we at least have our clothing back?" Elladan asked.
"Mmm, no."
"Our pants at the very least?" Kelsey sighed and threw them their pants. They gratefully put them on and climbed up on the cot. Kelsey, unable to sleep due to complete giddiness, laid with two very adorable elven princes on either side of her, curled up in the most adorable position(did I mention that they were adorable?:).
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Katy found herself almost falling asleep in Erestor's arms, his stroking of her hair wonderfully lulling.
"Are you close to sleep, my lady?"
Katy nodded sleepily as Erestor smiled. He looked to the book in his hands for a moment longer ere he closed it. He slid his arm around Katy and the other under her knees and lifted her up. Katy leaned a hand down and picked up his book, hugging it to her chest as Erestor carried her from the tent.
He laid her gently on her bed and slipped the book from her hands.
"No... stop, stop the pop." Katy murmured in her half sleep. Erestor looked at her oddly.
"Stop the pop?"
Katy's eyes flew open at his voice.
"The... um, pop up adds... never mind, unimportant, you don't know how annoying they are."
Erestor smiled down at her.
"Rest easy tonight, my Lady." He leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead, his hand lingering on her face as did his eyes before he seated himself on the ground next to her cot, her hand gripped tightly in his as he continued to read over the book.
"Oh, and... do not allow the... pop... to get you in your dreams." He whispered to her.
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Not much more to say of Casey and Maglor save that she ended up much as Alena and Elrond did. Casey had fallen to the elf's beautiful voice and wound curled up in his lap, her head resting on his chest.
Maglor had absolutely no problem with this so he settled his hand upon her head and leaned back to attempt to sleep.
After a while though, something that had been bugging him caused his eyes to fly open. As stealthily as possible, he leaned down and brushed a kiss across her lips. Casey, who was not as asleep as she would have liked him to think whispered, "Whatcha doin Maglor?"
He looked stunned but finally decided to state the truth.
"You and I were the only things who would leave this night and possibly this life without a final kiss, it seemed unfair that two so beautiful should go to fight without a departing kiss."
Casey decided that this explanation was good enough for her, besides, it wasn't like she really minded, she got a kiss from the proclaimed singer, who would mind?
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Autumn set down her keyboard and sat up from Celeborn who looked completely stunned with his wide eyes focused on her.
"My Lady, WHAT IN THE BLOODY MANDOS ARE YOU DOING?"
Autumn looked satisfied as she sat staring at him.
"You're an old elf, you've had a daughter so you have to know what I was doing or else I don't know how Celebrían came about..."
Celeborn looks exasperatedly at her.
"You know that I'M MARRIED! YOU SAID SO ERE YOU PROCEEDED TO SUFFOCATE ME!"
The evil UCMEC glint enters her eye.
"Hey, bub, You weren't exactly casa nova with that kiss either."
Celeborn sighed angrily.
"Look, I've got you here and yeah you're married but it's not like I'm trying to wreck your home or anything, I just wanted a little kiss..."
Celeborn rolls his eyes at that.
"That had more than an element of... french... in it... that was not a little kiss."
"Big deal."
Celeborn groaned as he sat down. Autumn looks round the tent to see it almost empty.
"Look, everyone else got to have their own little elfie excursion, so I picked the married one out of the bunch, why should I get excluded?"
Autumn was not surprised to see Celeborn uncork Elrond's half empty wine bottle and pour a liberal amount into a glass. Neither speak for a moment but Autumn soon remembers something she wanted to tell Celeborn.
"You know, you should be thanking me... I tried to warn you about the guy that wants to marry your daughter..." Celeborn swallowed his wine and cast a shady glance in her direction.
"Who is this elf that wishes to lay hands upon my little Celebrían?"
Autumn just shrugs.
"It slips my mind now."
A low growl emitted from the elf lord.
And so that was how the final night before the big battle went, everyone got their elf Lord(s) and everyone was happy for the time being, well, almost everyone...
"Tell me who this elf is!"
"Who said it was an elf..."
Celeborn's angered shouts could be heard for quite some time into the night, luckily for Casey, Maglor's voice has the rare ability to keep one asleep through the wrecking of Middle-Earth...
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Part 56 (in which Katy dreams, and has conversations with mini-Legolas too…)
Katy
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Katy is having dreams not so peaceful as Erestor would wish. They don't involve pop-up ads but rather Gollum, Fire Breath guy's tower torture chamber and a certain dark alter ego.
Having seen the Fellowship of the Ring many times and wishing she could use the Baradur torture set on many people (but not Gollum) Katy flinches in her sleep and cries a little cry. Erestor is in the Elf Sleep thingy (don't know *what* the deal is with that) and the cry is beneath his unawake-yet-not-asleep notice.
Back to the dream- Unfortunately Gollum is out of the coffee jar and is having information extracted from him through painful methods by Dark Nemis. And before long she knows an awful lot she shouldn't know (it turns out that Gollum shouldn't actually know it either.)
These include the whole thing about Fozzie Bear (you thought I'd forgotten didn't you?); the whole deal about Katy's allergy to bananas (yes it's true, really...); a load of stuff about the secrets of Middle Earth (like how Nerdanel managed to put up with Feeny's huffing and puffing and attempting to blow Melkor down) and much else besides (like why Gollum likes his fish fried and not grilled, and how Salmon is more like elves than Man, which is like haddock)
All this is very useful to Dark Nemis (apart from the bit about the fish) and she starts to scheme an evil scheme, a nasty dreadful scheme-
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Mini Legolas breaks in
Mini Lego - Can we get on without the bad poetry please?!?
Katy - snorts I'd like to see you do any better blondie boy
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-to defeat the UCMEC even more dreadfully (which of course her original plan- there's nothing wrong with refining plans though)
At that moment the Pop-up ads appear again, masking the scene from Katy's eyes.
It is of course at that moment she found herself being shaken awake by Erestor who looks kinda worried.
"My Lady what is amiss?" He asks, gathering her into his arms and stroking her hair-
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Mini Legolas - what is it he has with your hair?
Katy - it's the unique coppery colour mixed with the fact that it's silky soft and is longer than yours! HAH!
Mini Legolas - makes a face Is NOT!
Katy - is too! Time anything bigger than you can say (though that wouldn't be hard)
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- as if to reassure her. Katy finds it hard to answer for a few moments- probably because she's crushed against Erestor's nice muscly chest. (mmmmmmmmm)
"I kinda had a bad dream."
Erestor quirks an eyebrow "About pop-up ads?"
"Only at the end. Dark Nemis and Gollum...and Fozzie Bear..."
"Who is this Fozzie Bear you speak of my Lady? And why does he seem to bother you so much?"
"It's take along time to explain- let's just say that Gorthaur and Lady Nemis's alter ego are up in the tower right now using the fact that Fozzie Bear is in Middle Earth against me."
"Did this worry you before?"
"Yes, it's even more worrying now."
Erestor kisses her brow once again. "Fear not my Lady. I would keep you from such Dark imaginings. Rest now, for I will protect you."
Katy nods and nestles comfortably in his arms, head against chest etc, and they both sleep.
As Autumn is the first one awake in the camp she decides the nest morning to wake everyone else up- for today tis Battle Day!
"GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!!!!!!!!!!" She yells and moments later a lot of noise erupts in the camp.
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