"It will be at least a week," stated Glorfindel, as he lowered himself down gingerly on the cushion.
"For Star's sake," said Celeborn. "Only you would do it with Haldir without the aid of a good unguent. You must know he's legendary for his speed and execution amongst all the elleths around here."
"I do now," recalled Glorfindel, thinking that it had been well worth the effort but it was not something he'd consider more than once in a silvery moon.
"Poor elfling," said Celeborn, stroking Glorfindel's shoulders. "Maybe you'll think twice before considering lovers less, shall we say, experienced as me. But I've set our oh so efficient march-warden another task now. He'll never do it so we shall have the whole week to ourselves."
Glorfindel laid his head back on Celeborn's chest. He enjoyed the comfort greatly and would milk it for all it was worth as Celeborn's fingers moved down to caress his nipples. He knew the guard would be listening with his ear pressed up against the door but as his loyalty was to Celeborn, there'd be no tittle tattle to speak of. "I hope this task is really impossible," he said, trying not to moan too much.
"Oh it is," answered Celeborn. "I sent him out to find a six-footed mouse."
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Four days later…
Haldir was perched on the cliff above Orc's Drift. Gandalf had told him it was the best place to find the elusive and shy six-footed mouse. Below him, the ground dropped down to jagged rocks and the march-warden knew it would mean certain death if he lost his footing. The things he did for Lady Galadriel! Still, the rewards were great because once a year, when Celeborn went to visit his osteopath, he warmed his Lady's bed and had great delight between her opulent thighs. She certainly did not scream her head off like Lord Glorfindel, his eardrums were still recovering from the onslaught. No, her sounds were more of a… ooooh Hal, keep going, all night long, ai-karumba! Yes, that was much more encouraging.
He focused his eyes a little way down the cliff where a set of small indentations were sited. They were the entrances to burrows and when the sun was at its zenith, the six-footed mice would come out and bathe in the warmth. Supposedly. That was, even if they existed and he'd certainly never heard of them before but Gandalf seemed certain they did, although he was prone to playing jokes and it was Haldir's experience that you could never be sure of anything the wizard said. It was now baking hot and the sun blazed down the drift. Haldir half expected to be surrounded by Orcs at any moment, all banging their shields and generally trying to look impressive, but nothing happened except that the sun got hotter. He was about to call it a day when a scurrying and scratching noise attracted his attention and out from one of the burrows poked a pink snout. It was followed by the rest of the animal that stretched itself out on the ledge with its six legs in the air and proceeded to sunbathe. This one, a male, was joined by more and more of the little beasts, all with six legs. On the grounds that the females might have young to look after, Haldir decided to capture a male.
The valiant march-warden lowered his fishing line carefully down the cliff. On the end of it was a piece of the vilest gorgonzola ever created on Arda. Gandalf had said that would do the trick and, indeed, it did. Haldir was soon on his way back to Lorien, with a very annoyed and faintly nauseous six-footed mouse trapped in a pewter box that even he couldn't escape from. He spent the entire journey sharpening his teeth and claws so that he could inflict the most horrendous damage on the perpetrator who had taken him away from his harem in the middle of the mating season.
Part, the second
"For Star's sake," said Celeborn. "Only you would do it with Haldir without the aid of a good unguent. You must know he's legendary for his speed and execution amongst all the elleths around here."
"I do now," recalled Glorfindel, thinking that it had been well worth the effort but it was not something he'd consider more than once in a silvery moon.
"Poor elfling," said Celeborn, stroking Glorfindel's shoulders. "Maybe you'll think twice before considering lovers less, shall we say, experienced as me. But I've set our oh so efficient march-warden another task now. He'll never do it so we shall have the whole week to ourselves."
Glorfindel laid his head back on Celeborn's chest. He enjoyed the comfort greatly and would milk it for all it was worth as Celeborn's fingers moved down to caress his nipples. He knew the guard would be listening with his ear pressed up against the door but as his loyalty was to Celeborn, there'd be no tittle tattle to speak of. "I hope this task is really impossible," he said, trying not to moan too much.
"Oh it is," answered Celeborn. "I sent him out to find a six-footed mouse."
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Four days later…
Haldir was perched on the cliff above Orc's Drift. Gandalf had told him it was the best place to find the elusive and shy six-footed mouse. Below him, the ground dropped down to jagged rocks and the march-warden knew it would mean certain death if he lost his footing. The things he did for Lady Galadriel! Still, the rewards were great because once a year, when Celeborn went to visit his osteopath, he warmed his Lady's bed and had great delight between her opulent thighs. She certainly did not scream her head off like Lord Glorfindel, his eardrums were still recovering from the onslaught. No, her sounds were more of a… ooooh Hal, keep going, all night long, ai-karumba! Yes, that was much more encouraging.
He focused his eyes a little way down the cliff where a set of small indentations were sited. They were the entrances to burrows and when the sun was at its zenith, the six-footed mice would come out and bathe in the warmth. Supposedly. That was, even if they existed and he'd certainly never heard of them before but Gandalf seemed certain they did, although he was prone to playing jokes and it was Haldir's experience that you could never be sure of anything the wizard said. It was now baking hot and the sun blazed down the drift. Haldir half expected to be surrounded by Orcs at any moment, all banging their shields and generally trying to look impressive, but nothing happened except that the sun got hotter. He was about to call it a day when a scurrying and scratching noise attracted his attention and out from one of the burrows poked a pink snout. It was followed by the rest of the animal that stretched itself out on the ledge with its six legs in the air and proceeded to sunbathe. This one, a male, was joined by more and more of the little beasts, all with six legs. On the grounds that the females might have young to look after, Haldir decided to capture a male.
The valiant march-warden lowered his fishing line carefully down the cliff. On the end of it was a piece of the vilest gorgonzola ever created on Arda. Gandalf had said that would do the trick and, indeed, it did. Haldir was soon on his way back to Lorien, with a very annoyed and faintly nauseous six-footed mouse trapped in a pewter box that even he couldn't escape from. He spent the entire journey sharpening his teeth and claws so that he could inflict the most horrendous damage on the perpetrator who had taken him away from his harem in the middle of the mating season.
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