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tolkien_slashy_swapsFIC: The Secret Spring - Ardor in August Challenge
Author: Chaotic_binky
Beta: Keilliss
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elrond/Gildor
Request: A hot spring, a hairbrush, and a bright blue towel; an unexpected seduction by an important visitor. If G/E, must be pre-Celebrían, Gildor as the elder. No heavy BDSM (silk scarves are okay), no parent/child incest; no rape, torture, or excessive angst from any cause; no EVIL!Elves, please.
Summary: Elrond and Gildor share a night of love before the final battle of The Last Alliance.
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Disclaimer: I make no money from this nor intend to - that preserve belongs to Tolkein.
Elrond arrived back at his tent. The soaking wet leather of his boots would take at least a day to dry but he did not have that long. Tomorrow the battle would commence afresh and he would have to wear them again. He sighed and looked at his moisture-wrinkled toes. His feet ached, like the rest of his body. He wondered if he could even remember a time where he was carefree, where he felt as light as one of the sparrows that flitted from tree to tree as they did outside his office in Imladris. He decided that he could not.
Lord Gildor Inglorion and his band of wanderers had arrived the night before and pledged their allegiance to Gil-Galad. Elrond had been present as Gildor was given full honours as he signed the agreement of loyalty Erestor had drawn up for all the leaders who would fight alongside the king. Lying back on his bed after taking his armour off, Elrond wondered if there had been any losses among the wanderers; they were certainly fearless and seemed almost gifted in their fighting skills. Lord Gildor seemed an enigma to the herald, and he had avoided looking directly into his eyes because the only time he had, upon meeting him, he had felt his skin redden. He chided himself for his bashfulness and reminded himself that he was well over three thousand years old and should not let things like that affect him so. Maybe it was because the noble Lord was much older than Elrond, or maybe it was because of his clear blue eyes that seemed to strip his fëa bare and force it to reveal all his secrets; he did not know. At any rate, the seemingly taciturn Lord would probably not encourage any kind of friendship with him; he did not look the sort and besides he would probably consider himself too important.
Enough of this...Elrond thought. He sat on the side of his raised bed and massaged the aching muscles in his neck, moving his fingers down to his shoulder muscles and pressing in firmly to work the knots.
It was dinner time and so Elrond put on a pair of ordinary leather boots and walked to the tent. He approached Ereinion’s table with his dinner on a tray and, after bowing to the already seated king, he sat down and picked up his fork. The food was plain: minced meat of unknown origin, boiled potatoes, mashed turnips and carrots, with gravy. To follow was a suet pudding with custard. Elrond reflected that all ate the same food; there was no special food for the king, and this served to endear him to his subjects even more. He wondered what the King of the
It was not that Elrond was naturally modest, nor was it that he was self effacing. It just did not occur to him that he should feel as though he had any more right to importance than any ordinary elf. That the other Lords did feel this way intrigued him, although he considered that their age and experience probably gave them the right to be so. He was lost in his musing and did not notice that Gildor was looking at him. All know when they are being observed and in the end Elrond looked up to meet the Lord’s gaze.
“There is Elrond lost in his thinking again,” Ereinion chuckled. “Gildor just asked you if you would like some wine with your dinner,” he said to his herald, who looked momentarily startled.
“Were you thinking things of great importance, perhaps?” Erestor teased, safe in the knowledge that his lover, Ereinion, would always defend him.
“Er, no,” Elrond said. “I was wondering what meat this is.”
“Best not to ponder that one too closely,” Gildor said and gave a slight smile. “Would you like some wine?”
Elrond smiled politely and nodded. “Thank you,” he said and watched as the golden nectar poured into the glass.
“To your continued health,” Gildor said and raised his glass.
“Yours too,” Elrond said and gave a small smile.
There were no more attempts at conversation with Elrond, who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts as he absentmindedly picked at his food.
Ereinion banged his knife on the table and fresh bottles of wine were delivered to every table. Elrond wondered what it could mean; this was the wine they used for celebrating and though the battle was not won yet, they should have victory firmly in their grasp by the next day.
“Today is a day for celebration,” Ereinion said. “I have finally persuaded the one I love most in Middle-earth, to marry me. We are getting married as soon as we get back to Lindon so that Erestor cannot change his mind. It has only taken me five hundred years to get him to agree.”
Erestor said to Ereinion, “It was not as long as that. I was an elfling five hundred years ago.”
“I knew then that I loved you,” Ereinion replied, and pulled Erestor in for a deep kiss in front of everyone. “You have made me so happy,” he whispered.
Oropher and Thranduil raised their glasses and called out congratulations before going over to Ereinion and Erestor and hugging them. Elendil and his sons announced that after the last battle the next day there should be a celebration; all felt that the battle, after eleven years of fighting, was drawing to a close and that victory, which had seemed so far away, might now be within grasp. Elrond held his glass up, as did Gildor, and both wished the High King and his betrothed many years of happiness.
“Well, Erestor,” Ereinion said and slapped his lover’s leg. “Time for bed and a bit of rough and tumble, my dear.” He stood up and yelped when Erestor slapped his ass.
“Got you back,” the dark haired elf laughed loudly. He stood up and kissed Ereinion on the lips. “Your turn to dress up as the milkmaid.”
Ereinion, who had never dressed up in his life, chased after the laughing Erestor as he ran out of the tent. “Just wait until I catch you, I am going to roger you senseless,” the elves at the table heard Ereinion shout to his fleeing lover who cackled with laughter into the distance.
Elrond smiled at their antics. Back in Lindon they would not be able to act as freely. Soon this frivolity would end, he thought and they would all go home and back to enduring formality. He drank the last of his wine. The next shift of elves waiting for their dinner would be arriving soon, and so he would pass the rest of the evening by going to the small hot spring he had found by chance several days before. He inclined his head at Gildor as he rose, and said good night to him. Gildor replied that he hoped that Elrond slept well. After all the good-night pleasantries with the
The steam from the hot spring rose clear in the air and Elrond wondered how the other elves had not found it yet. He considered that it was surrounded by rocks and therefore hard to see; also it was very deep and seemingly bottomless, which might put others off, also there was the factor that the steam was not always easy to see and it took a cold night to be properly visible. However, when he had entered the pool for the first time the other evening, he found it deliciously hot and the water seemed to ease his aching muscles faster than any massage would ever have done. Elrond considered that there might be rare salts and minerals in the water that soothed the rawness of the pain in his feet and the dullness of the all too familiar aching of his muscles. He put his bright blue towel and hairbrush down by the side of the pool and dipped his foot into the hot water.
Bliss. Pure, unadulterated blissful feeling! Elrond allowed himself a smile and felt secretly guilty at not having told anyone about the pool yet. His self-assigned sinfulness enhanced the luxurious feeling as he slipped into the water.
The spring fed into the pool at its base from an underground stream that passed close to the bowels of a presently inactive volcano. The gentle upward rush of the current meant that it was impossible to sink in the deep water. Elrond floated on the top, directly over where the currents seemed the strongest, and relaxed. He let his mind drift as he regarded Elbereth’s veil and contemplated what it must have been like before the forming of Anor. The relaxing warmth permeated his body and Elrond fancied that even his fëa would be restored by the waters, his mild headache had already vanished and the muscles in his neck and shoulders were loosening.
“Elrond,” a familiar voice said softly.
The peredhel came to full, startled attention and looked up to where the voice came from. “Lord Gildor,” he said. “I did not see you there.”
“Would you mind if I bathed as well?” Gildor asked.
“No, of course not,” Elrond answered and moved over to the other side of the pool to allow Gildor enough space to enter. “I found this pool a couple of days ago.” It was something to say, as the peredhel felt slightly discomforted by the golden-haired Lord. “I am surprised that no one else has found it yet.”
“I saw the steam rising above the rocks; it was barely visible,” Gildor explained. He climbed down into the pool and smiled, a wide smile that lit the whole of his face. “I hope I was not disturbing your thoughts.”
“No, not at all,” Elrond said somewhat awkwardly. “I was wondering what it must have been like before Anor was created.”
“I cannot claim to have been alive that long,” Gildor said softly. “But I was born in Valinor in the Years of the Trees. They lit the land then. When we travelled to Middle-earth, all was in twilight. There was no difference between day and night as there is now.”
“My Lord,” Elrond said. “It is rare to meet one born in Valinor.”
Gildor laughed. “Most of our number are dead or have sailed. We are a dwindling number by any standard.” He dipped his head under the water to wet his hair and then looked at his new companion. “Please call me Gildor, or else I will be forced to call you Lord Elrond, and that would never do.” He laughed and dived under the water again.
“Do you miss Valinor? Elrond asked when Gildor re-emerged. ”Do you look forward to sailing one day?”
“One day.” Gildor said and smiled at his companion. “There will be a time when all elves will sail or die. As the fecundity of the short-lived races of men gradually enable them to exceed our own numbers, we will fade to whence we came from. How we do it is immaterial; it will happen.”
“Then why do we go to war?” Elrond asked, feeling an overwhelming sense of futility.
“Because it is always right to fight evil,” Gildor smiled and reached for the bottle of cleansing hair oils that he had left by his discarded clothing. He turned to face the peredhel. “You might as well enquire as to the purpose of living.” He swam over to Elrond and poured some of the oil into his hand. “Let me wash your hair,” he almost whispered.
Elrond sighed with shy delight as he felt Gildor behind him. There was no mistaking the Lord’s hardness as it bobbed against his back in the hot water, nor the sensual way his scalp was being massaged. Unwittingly, he groaned. The hands moved down and fingers delicately probed the knots in his neck muscles. As they worked away the hard nodules of seized tissue, Elrond felt an increasing ease of movement that he had not felt since leaving Imladris.
“That is so good,” Elrond said softly. “Do more.”
The hands worked down to Elrond’s shoulders and again his muscles relaxed as the knots were worked from them by Gildor’s firm but gentle fingers. “How far do you want me to go?” the blond elf asked in a voice that caressed Elrond’s senses, making him want to agree to anything that Gildor might have in mind for him.
It was not long before Elrond answered. He knew that the question had a suggestiveness about it and yet if Gildor was as attentive as he had been to his head, neck and shoulders, then he wanted as much as the elder elf could give him. “As far as you please,” Elrond answered.
Teeth gently rolled the muscle leading from Elrond’s neck down to his shoulder, causing him to groan in delight. “I have never encountered that before. It feels so good,” Elrond said. “Are you using your teeth?”
Gildor merely grunted and continued. His hand slowly moved around and gently caressed Elrond’s softness. “You did know that this is what I meant?” he asked, not wishing to be misunderstood.
“Oh yes,” Elrond breathed as he felt himself tauten and grow under the careful, caressing hands of the blond elf.
Gildor oiled a finger and turned Elrond to face him. “Put your legs around my waist,” he said softly.
The peredhel locked his legs around Gildor’s waist by crossing his ankles over behind the elder Lord’s back. He placed his head on Gildor’s shoulder as he felt a finger push gently inside him. Another finger pushed inside as his entrance relaxed. “It is a long time since I have done this,” Elrond said and kissed Gildor’s neck. “I want this so much.”
Gildor did not reply; he caught Elrond’s lips in a searing kiss that left them both breathless, during which the peredhel was only slightly aware that a third finger had pushed inside him. “Turn around,” Gildor said, his voice soft and hoarse with controlled excitement. Elrond did as he was told and sighed as he was breached by the elder’s hardness. “Tell me when you want me to push.”
“Now,” Elrond said, wanting all, wanting everything that he could have off this golden warrior who had seemed so reserved but had revealed just how close and intimate he could be.
Gildor pushed and Elrond involuntarily moved forward in the water. They tried again and even changed position so that Elrond was facing Gildor. No matter how they tried, the lack of a firm base with which to push against made it impossible.
“We are not getting very far,” Gildor laughed.
Elrond chuckled. “We could always get out and lay on the side. My towel is over there.”
Gildor thought it a good idea, although he was not normally an elf to let anything thwart him. He decided that one day he would make love to Elrond in the warm water of a hot spring, just not this one. They lay upon the bright blue towel and Elrond drew his legs up to his chest and smiled as Gildor entered him. There were so many things both wanted to say to express their enjoyment of the stolen moment and yet it was sublime saying nothing at all. Their lips and tongues met in the softest of kisses, which grew harder and more furious with each thrust of Gildor’s hips.
Both breathed harshly as they sought to hold on. Their ecstasy built up into a well of contained bliss that would burst forth when they decided to let go. Elrond felt a hand pumping his own hardness as lips kissed and sucked his face and neck and the hard arousal thrust in with almost brutal force. “I...I...Oh! Gildor,” Elrond said as he back arched and his eyes shut tightly.
Gildor was lost for words as his climax hit him. He gripped Elrond’s shoulders, his fingers pressing hard into the muscles, and kissed him roughly on the mouth pushing his tongue deep into his lover’s mouth.
Both breathed rapidly as they came down from their shared bliss. There was nothing to be said. Shy smiles and soft caresses with small lingering kisses saw both elves not wishing for it to end. Gildor handed Elrond the oil. “It is rare I let anyone take me,” he said. “However, I cannot get enough of you, and I want to feel you inside me.” Gildor looked slightly self-conscious, “I want to be under your control and at your mercy; I want to let go, like you did just now.”
Elrond was surprised but he did not let it register on his face. “You do me an honour,” he said softly.
“No, Elrond,” Gildor replied. “You will one day be the greatest elf in Middle-earth; it is no honour but a simple request being fulfilled.” He stroked Elrond’s hair and grinned as he picked up the hairbrush. “This has other purposes than brushing hair.”
“Lay on your front,” Elrond said, understanding Gildor’s implicit meaning. He ran the bristles of the hairbrush over the tanned back of his new lover who arched into the touch.
“Too soft,” the elder Lord said, trying to push the brush away.
Elrond softly smacked the flat of the wide-headed brush on one of the firm mounds of Gildor’s bottom. “If you try and direct me then I will smack harder,” he said smiling widely. “Now part your legs.”
The firm, muscled legs parted rapidly and Gildor softly giggled as the bristles on the brush lightly skimmed his thighs. He wanted to push the brush away as its softness was too much for him, and yet he held himself still, managing not to squirm as his skin became sensitised to the barely whispering touch of the bristles. He gritted his teeth to stop himself from calling out and his muscles tensed further with each stroke. “Do you have ticklish feet?” Elrond asked.
“No, not my feet,” Gildor cried out and laughed. He struggled as Elrond took hold of a foot and brushed the bristles over the sole and in-between the toes. “I cannot bear it.”
Elrond took the other foot and watched Gildor squirming as he drew the bristles over both feet. “Stop, stop!” Gildor cried out, laughing fit to burst. “No more please.”
The brushing stopped and Gildor caught his breath. “You do realise that if the dark one found out you had a ticklish foot that is how he would torture you?” Elrond teased.
“He probably has ticklish feet as well,” Gildor laughed and then sighed as he felt the oil pour in a thin stream down his cleft. Elrond put his finger in and waited for Gildor to relax. “I could use the handle of the hairbrush instead of my finger,” he mused.
“That handle is huge,” Gildor said, rather worried.
“Yes it is, but you are under my control now and if I choose to do it then I will,” Elrond said and smiled; it was all part of the game and he was enjoying it very much. Gildor sighed and buried his head in his arms. A second finger entered the elder’s tight passage. “You are taking a long time to relax,” Elrond said to him, somewhat concerned.
“I am worried about the hairbrush,” Gildor tittered. “You look the sort to use it on a poor defenceless elf.”
“Poor defenceless elf, indeed,” Elrond said and laughed. “Oh look! There’s the hot spring monster.”
Gildor’s head shot round, “Where?”
“Only joking,” Elrond sniggered. “Got you a good one there, didn’t I?” He pushed in a third finger and waited.
“You know,” Gildor said in a semi-serious voice that he found hard to maintain. “I never thought you were one to lie about hot spring monsters. When I first saw you, I thought that you were one who would never do that.”
“You should have seen your face,” Elrond laughed. Then he sounded alarmed. “Valar! There really is a hot spring monster!”
“Where?” Gildor’s head shot round and he tried to rise from the ground, only to be held firmly in place by his new lover.
“Got you again,” Elrond laughed. He felt good and there had been precious little laughter or fun in his life lately.
“Just fuck me, silly elf,” Gildor said, giving in and smiling to himself. Already he was wondering if he could persuade Elrond to come back to his tent and spend the night in his arms.
Elrond oiled his hardness and pushed in slowly and steadily. “Tell me if you need me to stop,” he said to Gildor. He pushed all of the way in and when fully seated he leaned forward to kiss Gildor’s cheek.
“Mmmm...” Gildor groaned. “When I first saw you I hoped that we would do this, but you seemed so shy.”
“I was awed by you,” Elrond said softly as he started to push. “You seemed so confident and powerful, even Ereinion seemed awed by you.”
“There is nothing to be in awe of in me,” Gildor laughed. “I am merely the leader of my people as you are of yours.”
“I felt that your eyes pierced my fëa and stripped me bare,” Elrond whispered in the elder’s ear. “That is why I looked away so as not to reveal how attracted I was to you.”
Gildor started to laugh, a soft, nearly silent chuckle. “I thought you were shy and I found it most attractive.”
“I am not normally shy,” Elrond said as he thrust lightly. “You managed to disarm me, that is all. However, I am attractive, as you have no doubt noticed.”
Gildor laughed. “There is no mistaking how attractive you are. Now stop with this idle chatter and pound me senseless so that when I go into battle tomorrow and find riding my horse somewhat uncomfortable, I can think to myself, ‘This is Elrond’s fault’.”
Elrond thrust in hard. “Like that?”
“Valar!” Gildor exclaimed. “Exactly like that.”
“On your knees,” Elrond ordered; he withdrew and pulled Gildor up, then he entered him again. “I prefer this position.” Gildor said nothing; he was too busy enjoying the sensation of another elf controlling him.
Both elves breathed harder as the speed of their coupling increased. Their wet bodies glistened in Ithil’s light and their hair fell like lazy whips over firm muscled thighs as it shook with the rapid movement. Elrond’s sac slapped noisily against Gildor’s firm flesh, increasing his well of slowly building ecstasy. The strong fingers of one hand gripped Gildor’s shoulders and a hand reached around to the elder’s arousal. As Elrond pushed, his hand moved up and down the hardness until he could take no more.
They came together, silently in case they were overheard, and when they had come down from the nowhere land of blissful ecstasy, they lay together in each other’s arms.
Gildor stroked the side of Elrond’s face and passed a finger over his warm lips, then he moved forward to kiss him. “Let us lay here for a while, enjoying one another before we wash ourselves.”
Elrond could say nothing, his breathing was slowly becoming less harsh and a part of him regretted that it was over. The Lord of the wanderers had been one of his best and he hoped that one day they could do it all again. He nodded and smiled.
“Tomorrow is a new day,” Gildor said softly. “We have fought the enemy for the past eleven years and it is rumoured that the Dark Lord himself will fight tomorrow. It will be the deciding battle and I would suspect the last one, whatever side wins. If we beat him there will be no more need for us to fight and we will have victory, and if he beats us then we are done. Everything we know will be lost.”
“I cannot think that we will lose because it is too dreadful to contemplate,” Elrond said and sighed.
“I hope we win also,” Gildor said with a slight smile. “What I am trying to tell you is that some of us will not be alive tomorrow; the extreme power of the dark lord’s presence will place us all in life threatening peril. If I am one of the number to make the journey to Námo’ s Halls, then I want to leave you with the knowledge that my last night on Middle-earth was made extremely special and I will never forget your generosity.”
“If I am one of the number,” Elrond replied, “I will never forget your generosity either. Even if I am not one and survive, I will never forget.”
“You made me laugh, Elrond,” Gildor said and stroked the dark elf’s hair. “There has been precious little laughter these past years; I will never forget you for that.”
“It is better to laugh than to fear what may happen,” Elrond said and smiled at his companion. “Let us wash ourselves and then we can go to whoever has the largest bed in their tent and sleep in each other’s arms.”
They bathed and dried off. Elrond spent the night in Gildor’s arms and the next day they went out into battle.
Both Elrond and Gildor survived whereas many that they knew and loved did not. It was the dawning of a new age where everything was different. Gildor would continue as Lord of the wanderers and Elrond as the ruler of Imladris. Neither would forget that one special night where fear of the future and uncertainly was replaced with love, fun and laughter, if only for a few hours.
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The Lord of the wanderers sat alone on a forest rock near to Imladris; he could see the house in the far distance and smiled with fond remembrance. It had been many years since that special night and now he would see Elrond again, he wondered if he was still the same or whether the cares of running a realm had affected him. He looked again at the house and saw movement on the road leading to them. The Imladrian elves must have spotted them as a lone rider galloped through the gates and approached on the forest road.
Gildor jumped off the rock and raced past his warriors. “Stay there,” he shouted to them. “I know who comes.”
The furious pace of the horse slackened off as the rider saw the lone blond elf standing in the middle of the road. Gildor stood looking as confident as the day he met the Lord of Imladris for the first time and he licked his lips.
“We have plenty of
Gildor grinned and jumped up on the back of the horse behind Elrond. “Lead the way,” he chuckled. “I am feeling extremely dirty.”
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Date: 2008-08-17 01:58 pm (UTC)The mention of Erestor and Gil-galad was bittersweet, knowing what the future holds for them.
**many hugs**
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Date: 2008-08-17 05:29 pm (UTC)I am really pleased you enjoyed it,
Hugs Binky xxxxxx
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Date: 2008-08-17 02:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-17 05:30 pm (UTC)I am really pleased you enjoyed it and thank you for doing such a good job of betaing for me - you made it even more special.
Hugs Binky xxxxx
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Date: 2008-08-17 03:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-17 05:35 pm (UTC)I did intend quite an intense scene in the hot spring, but I listened to the muses and they were having none of it lolol
I am pleased you enjoyed it Hugs Binky xxx
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Date: 2008-08-18 04:30 pm (UTC)Now I can't get out of my head the image of Gil Galad in a milkmaid's outfit *grin*
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Date: 2008-08-18 06:07 pm (UTC)Pleased you enjoyed it Hugs Binky xxxxxx
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Date: 2008-08-18 05:21 pm (UTC)Liked the last line too! Hee. :p
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Date: 2008-08-18 06:10 pm (UTC)Pleased you enjoyed it Hugs Binky xxxxxx
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Date: 2008-08-19 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-08-19 06:53 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2008-08-19 02:14 pm (UTC)Pleased you enjoyed it Hugs Binky xxxxx
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Date: 2008-08-19 11:22 pm (UTC)*huggles*
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Date: 2008-08-21 09:07 am (UTC)*Hugs'
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Date: 2008-08-21 04:35 pm (UTC)Pleased you enjoyed it hugs Binky xxxx
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Date: 2008-08-25 11:06 am (UTC)I enjoyed this tale, Binks. Well done.
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Date: 2008-08-25 12:16 pm (UTC)I am really pleased you enjoyed the story,
Hugs Binky xxxxx
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Date: 2008-09-17 10:37 am (UTC)Sweet and humorous, Binky. Very nice!
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Date: 2008-09-17 12:15 pm (UTC)