Title:
The Missing Comb
Author:
Lurien of Lórien, Sentinel Extraordinaire, Equal
Opportunity
Lover
Disclaimer:
I, Lurien, know very little about this Tolkien fellow
and
do not own anything he might have created. In particular, I do
not
own (or wish to own) Haldir or his disagreeable brothers. They
are
not even in my story. This is MY story. Mine.
Cast:
Lurien/OFC
The
day began like any other. I rose from my bed, glancing
affectionately
at the lovely sleeping elleth beside me. Yesterday's
festival
had been pleasurable, and the evening's festivities had
grown
lively with dancing, singing and revelry. I had partaken
slightly
more than my usual quota of fine wine, which meant that I
was
more inclined to step outside my usual boundaries and try my
luck
with an elleth who had heretofore rejected and ignored me. In
other
words, I felt equipped to cope with another rejection if it
occurred,
and it was perhaps my suave self-assurance in this respect
that
at last won me what I desired. Luckily, the elleth had also
partaken
of wine, and this too may have had something to do with it.
But I digress.
I
rose from my bed, glancing affectionately at the sleeping
elleth
beside
me, and proceeded into the adjacent room, where I gazed at
myself
in the mirror. I looked the same as always, handsome and
splendid,
my hot summer blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction at my
victorious
wooing of this previously reluctant elleth. (I will
digress
briefly once more, and add that she found her encounter with
me
to be extremely satisfying and that I was able to fulfill her
every
desire and a few she had not known she had. I have never had
such
compliments as those that befell my ears last night, though I
would
not say they were unearned; indeed I had striven mightily to
please
her in all respects.)
In
any case, I examined my reflection in the mirror, and discovered
that
my hair had become extremely untidy. The elleth had gripped it
in
her ardor, tangling her fingers while she whimpered of her need
for
me and my expert attentions. Let us say that I had not objected
at
the time to having my hair thusly disarranged since my focus was
on
certain other activities, however this morning was another cup
of
tea.
I was soon to report for guard duty, and could not even
consider
leaving my talan with my golden tresses in such acute
disarray.
I therefore opened the little cupboard where I kept my
personal
toiletries and set my hand upon the bottom shelf where I
kept
my comb.
The shelf was bare.
I
gazed at it in disbelief. My comb was always on this shelf when
not
in use, and had been so for a thousand years. It was simply
not
credible
that it was gone.
I
glanced around, wondering if this was all a dream, and then
pinched
myself to be sure. Ouch, bad idea. I was definitely awake.
I
examined the other shelves as well as the floor, and then
in
desperation
I returned to the other room where the elleth slept, and
searched
there.
Nothing.
I
was becoming frantic, as I'm sure you will understand. I did not
want
to be late. What could I do?
I
strode across the room and touched the elleth's shoulder. Her
eyes
opened instantly and she smiled. "Lurien," she
murmured.
"Lurien."
She shut her eyes again and sighed softly.
"Ahem,"
I said to her. Now I do not kiss and tell, which is why I
am
not divulging her name; therefore for this story I will simply
call
her Jane'.
"Jane," I said, trying to stay calm, "my comb is missing."
Jane's eyes reopened. "I know. I took it."
I stared at her in shock. I had not expected such a statement.
"Why?"
I somehow managed to ask. It would be fair to say that my
voice
was not steady.
Her
lips curved. "Because I like how you look with your
hair
tousled,
Lurien. That sexy bedchamber look turns me on. Always
before
you looked too neat for my taste. It made you look stiff and
prudish.
That is why I resisted you for so long. I was not sure
you
could live up to your reputation."
I
opened and shut my mouth, at a profound loss for words. A myriad
of
responses rushed through my head, but I knew not what to
say.
Finally, I just said, "Give it back."
I
fully expected my terseness to earn me a slap or an insult, but I
was
going to be late for guard duty and dire tactics were
essential.
However, once more she shocked me.
"No,"
she said, and gave me a sex kitten smile that under
normal
circumstances
would have had my elfhood snapping to attention.
"No?"
I repeated, glaring at her. "Jane, I am due for guard duty
soon.
The sun has almost risen." And so had I, which I expect she
had
noticed already.
She
pushed down the sheet, exposing her alluring ellethly
assets.
"Make love to me first, and then I will tell you where
it
is."
I
shook my head. "I have no time, Jane. I wish I could. After
my
guard
duty, I will gladly give you all you desire as many times as
you
desire it."
"Now," she said. "I'm ready now. I have other plans for later."
In
retrospect, I realize that I was more taken aback than I have
ever
been in my life. I had a choice to make and it was not easy.
Report
for guard duty with my hair looking like a haystack or risk
being
late because I was indulging Jane's passionate wishes?
"It'll
have to be quick," I said, after a moment's
desperate
consideration.
"That
troubles me not." She reached out and grabbed me, and I
felt
myself
harden even more. How could I refuse?
I
was unused to such speedy proceedings, but being Lurien, I was
of
course
fully able to comply. I did notice she was even noisier than
she
had been last night, which made me wonder if I was doing
something
different. Not much, I'd have to say, only I skipped
certain
preliminaries. She didn't seem to mind.
Very
soon it was over, and for a moment I lay panting on top of
her,
waiting
for my heartbeat to slow down.
"Again," she whispered in my ear.
I lifted my head. "What?" I could not believe my ears.
"Again,"
she said with a smile. "Make love to me again. That
was
wonderful."
"Jane,"
I replied in genuine dismay, "I have no time. I must report
for
guard duty this instant."
"Please,"
she said, batting her lashes. "Once more. Are you
not
able?"
Needless
to say, I could not let this pass. "Of course I am able,"
I
said with just a hint of indignation.
"Then
show me." Her fingers caressed the tips of my ears,
sending
ripples
of desire straight to groin. "Come on, Lurien, everyone
says
you're such a hot ellon. Prove it."
"Everyone
says that?" I asked, feeling startled and
pleased.
"Really?" Surely this did not include
Galadriel.
"Everyone," she whispered. "You are all we talk about."
I
was beginning to get suspicious. "Jane," I said sternly, "I
think
you
are toying with me." I rolled off her and stood up, and did
not
even
try to conceal from her that my elfhood was also standing,
thanks
to her teasing. Perhaps that would be enough proof.
"Toying
with you, Lurien? Nay, you toy with me. I beg you to make
love
to me and you spurn me. You leave me burning and feel no
remorse."
I
wondered if she was still drunk. Surely this could not
be
happening.
"I
must leave," I said abruptly. I pivoted around and returned
to
the
room where I kept my uniforms. I dressed quickly and returned
to
Jane, unsure what else I could say to her, but to my surprise,
I
found
the bed empty. Jane had dressed and gone, and on the pillow
lay
a note. I scanned it rapidly.
Forgive
me, Lurien. In a recent conversation with friends, someone
said
that a naked elleth would distract you from anything, even your
duty.
I defended you and said it wasn't true, that you had too much
honor
for that. My friends made a wager, and I sought to prove them
wrong.
One of them was listening outside your talan this morning,
but
I do believe she is now convinced that I was right about your
honor.
I leave you now to ensure I do not delay you further. The
quickie
was marvelous. Your comb is under your pillow.
I
had no time to read it again, but I grabbed my comb, raced to
my
mirror,
and quickly disentangled my snarls. I then hurried from my
talan,
very conscious of several ellith standing casually a short
distance
away, eyeing me with great interest, and, dare I
say,
admiration?
And
so my tale ends, but I will add that "Jane" did visit me
later
after
my guard duty ended. The first thing she did was rumple my
hair,
which truly did seem to have an aphrodisiacal effect upon
her.
Any listeners outside my talan must have been very bored since
for
many hours there was no conversation to overhear, although I
could
not say there were no sounds. Needless to say, I, Lurien, was
up
to the task of satisfying the wishes of this lusty elleth well
into
the night and again in the early hours of the dawn.
So what is the moral of this tale?
Firstly, duty should never be neglected. That is obvious.
Secondly,
when an elleth who had always ignored you suddenly
becomes
interested,
it is well to question why.
Thirdly, quickies are sometimes okay if she says yes.
Fourthly, always keep a spare comb.
xxx
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