"Lord Elrond, I will have to prevail on your hospitality for supplies." I
say as all the others except for Boromir leave. "My unexpected arrival here
has left me less then well equipped."
"It is to the honor of Rivendell, that we should outfit the Fellowship." Elrond says quietly. "Perhaps you would like to get started on your training?"
"Yes. I think that would be wise. We should leave as quickly as possible, I think." I nod slowly.
"I must organize scouts, to gain information for our defense. I have a feeling that the subversion of Isengard will be to Rivendell's detriment. I also have to send a messenger to Mirkwood, to inform Thranduil of his son's choice." Here Elrond rubs his forehead tiredly. "I fear that his response will be less then pleasant." He sighs. "But I am sure my sons will escort you to the training yards and get you equipped. They have my permission to remove what they need. Elladan! Elrohir!" He raises his voice. The twins come back into the courtyard, and stare inquiringly at their father.
"Yes, ada?" Elrohir asks.
"Please take the Lady Caitlyn to the Armory and equip her. You three," His gaze includes Boromir as well, "Can begin her training. She will need it. I will tell Arwen to start assembling other items for your pack. Naamarie, Caitlyn, Boromir." With that Elrond leaves. Elrohir rubs his hand together.
"Well, let's go." The twins grin evilly.
I take Boromir's hand defensively. "I don't trust you two. I'm glad Boromir's coming as well." The twins start off and Boromir and I follow. Boromir leans down and slowly licks the tip of my ear. I gasp. "Stop that!" I furiously whisper.
"What, this?" He whispers huskily. Then he does it again!
"Yes, that. Stop. It. Boromir!" I exhale throatily as he continues to nibble. The twins' backs are very stiff and they are studiously ignoring us. Their ears are going red. "I. Mean. It." It's getting very hard to walk and concentrate. God, that feels so good . . . I moan, almost inaudibly. "Jesus . . ." My legs start to buckle and I'm finding it very hard to see as my eyelids flutter. And he hasn't touched any of me except my ear! And only one of them! Christ, are all Elves' ears this sensitive? "This. Isn't. Fair, Boromir."
"You know, you're right. It's not. But it's fun." He whispers into my ear, his hot breath bringing new sensations to my damp ear tip. Then he lowers his mouth and starts to kiss the side of my neck, trailing hot kisses down to my shoulder. I shudder as he holds me up and makes me walk.
"Boromir, stop." He doesn't, intent on making me suffer. I move away, stumbling on weak legs. I lean against the hedge and try to slow my breathing. "Christ, Boromir, we're in public! Do you really think so little of me?" I stare at him angrily. Elladan and Elrohir have stopped and are having a very involved conversation and pointedly ignoring us. "I may not be from Middle Earth, and thus have no angry male relatives to take you to task for my honor, but surely you should respect me?"
Boromir looks chastened and shocked. "Cat . . .I'm sorry, I didn't realize. Will you forgive me, my lady?"
"Yes, of course." With that, he smiles broadly and comes forward and sweeps me off my feet. "Boromir!" I say, laughing happily. He nuzzles my neck playfully.
"Well, if that's over with, we can keep going, can't we?" Elladan says grumpily.
I laugh as Boromir puts me back down on the ground again. "Jealous?"
"Ye . . .no! Of course not!" Elladan splutters. "Let's go." He spins on his heel and stalks off. Elrohir follows him worriedly. I giggle.
"Come on, Elves can get very annoyed and uptight." I whisper loudly to Boromir. Elladan's back stiffens, and he turns slowly around. "Eep! Boromir, protect me!" I hide behind Boromir as Elladan advances angrily on me. Boromir laughs and moves aside, exposing me to the Elf's wrath. "Boromir!" I wail. "That's not what's supposed to happen! Aaaahhhh!" I scream as I start to run away. "Well, sod you then!" I throw back over my shoulder.
Elladan and I run rapidly through the paths of Rivendell. I chance a look over my shoulder, and Elladan's nearly caught up to me! I spin off into a little garden, which leads into a deserted part of Rivendell. I stop, panting harshly as I come to a dead end. I back up against the wall, as it is too high for me to climb. Elladan skids into the garden and advances on me. Elrohir follows, and closes the small door to the garden. Ah, why am I having this sense of déjà vu?
Interested? You'll have to wait to find out what the twins have in store for our heroine! Something bad, knowing me and the horrible things I do to my characters. And I do, I do horrible, horrible things to the poor little characters. Mmmmwwwhhhahhhahhhaahahhaaaahhaaaahhaaa! Evil laugh!
"It is to the honor of Rivendell, that we should outfit the Fellowship." Elrond says quietly. "Perhaps you would like to get started on your training?"
"Yes. I think that would be wise. We should leave as quickly as possible, I think." I nod slowly.
"I must organize scouts, to gain information for our defense. I have a feeling that the subversion of Isengard will be to Rivendell's detriment. I also have to send a messenger to Mirkwood, to inform Thranduil of his son's choice." Here Elrond rubs his forehead tiredly. "I fear that his response will be less then pleasant." He sighs. "But I am sure my sons will escort you to the training yards and get you equipped. They have my permission to remove what they need. Elladan! Elrohir!" He raises his voice. The twins come back into the courtyard, and stare inquiringly at their father.
"Yes, ada?" Elrohir asks.
"Please take the Lady Caitlyn to the Armory and equip her. You three," His gaze includes Boromir as well, "Can begin her training. She will need it. I will tell Arwen to start assembling other items for your pack. Naamarie, Caitlyn, Boromir." With that Elrond leaves. Elrohir rubs his hand together.
"Well, let's go." The twins grin evilly.
I take Boromir's hand defensively. "I don't trust you two. I'm glad Boromir's coming as well." The twins start off and Boromir and I follow. Boromir leans down and slowly licks the tip of my ear. I gasp. "Stop that!" I furiously whisper.
"What, this?" He whispers huskily. Then he does it again!
"Yes, that. Stop. It. Boromir!" I exhale throatily as he continues to nibble. The twins' backs are very stiff and they are studiously ignoring us. Their ears are going red. "I. Mean. It." It's getting very hard to walk and concentrate. God, that feels so good . . . I moan, almost inaudibly. "Jesus . . ." My legs start to buckle and I'm finding it very hard to see as my eyelids flutter. And he hasn't touched any of me except my ear! And only one of them! Christ, are all Elves' ears this sensitive? "This. Isn't. Fair, Boromir."
"You know, you're right. It's not. But it's fun." He whispers into my ear, his hot breath bringing new sensations to my damp ear tip. Then he lowers his mouth and starts to kiss the side of my neck, trailing hot kisses down to my shoulder. I shudder as he holds me up and makes me walk.
"Boromir, stop." He doesn't, intent on making me suffer. I move away, stumbling on weak legs. I lean against the hedge and try to slow my breathing. "Christ, Boromir, we're in public! Do you really think so little of me?" I stare at him angrily. Elladan and Elrohir have stopped and are having a very involved conversation and pointedly ignoring us. "I may not be from Middle Earth, and thus have no angry male relatives to take you to task for my honor, but surely you should respect me?"
Boromir looks chastened and shocked. "Cat . . .I'm sorry, I didn't realize. Will you forgive me, my lady?"
"Yes, of course." With that, he smiles broadly and comes forward and sweeps me off my feet. "Boromir!" I say, laughing happily. He nuzzles my neck playfully.
"Well, if that's over with, we can keep going, can't we?" Elladan says grumpily.
I laugh as Boromir puts me back down on the ground again. "Jealous?"
"Ye . . .no! Of course not!" Elladan splutters. "Let's go." He spins on his heel and stalks off. Elrohir follows him worriedly. I giggle.
"Come on, Elves can get very annoyed and uptight." I whisper loudly to Boromir. Elladan's back stiffens, and he turns slowly around. "Eep! Boromir, protect me!" I hide behind Boromir as Elladan advances angrily on me. Boromir laughs and moves aside, exposing me to the Elf's wrath. "Boromir!" I wail. "That's not what's supposed to happen! Aaaahhhh!" I scream as I start to run away. "Well, sod you then!" I throw back over my shoulder.
Elladan and I run rapidly through the paths of Rivendell. I chance a look over my shoulder, and Elladan's nearly caught up to me! I spin off into a little garden, which leads into a deserted part of Rivendell. I stop, panting harshly as I come to a dead end. I back up against the wall, as it is too high for me to climb. Elladan skids into the garden and advances on me. Elrohir follows, and closes the small door to the garden. Ah, why am I having this sense of déjà vu?
Interested? You'll have to wait to find out what the twins have in store for our heroine! Something bad, knowing me and the horrible things I do to my characters. And I do, I do horrible, horrible things to the poor little characters. Mmmmwwwhhhahhhahhhaahahhaaaahhaaaahhaaa! Evil laugh!