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An exercise in restraint

For @misbehavingmaiar, because they asked for it.

❤

Curufin straightened his doeskin gloves and redid the silver fastenings on his jerkin, which had come loose during the day’s ride. There was a fire roaring in the brazier but it seemed to have little effect on him as he crossed his legs, folded his hands, and hooded his eyes like one settling in for a long wait.

Celegorm watched this all in naked disgust. “How can you be so bloodless right now? We should be rallying the damn troops, not waiting a minute longer for the half-breed’s reply!”

Curufin examined the stars embroidered on the back of his gloves. “I assure you that I remain entirely full of blood. Maedhros has said – and I agree – that it is only reasonable to give Eluchil another day to respond.”

Celegorm spat. “You and Nelyo make me physically ill. As if Dior’s lack of answer isn’t response enough! If he has to consider our terms then he’s not considering them at all. We go in and we retrieve what is ours, or have you forgotten that that’s how it works?”

“If you’re going to be ill, kindly avoid doing it on the carpet,” said Curufin, scuffing his toe over the spittle Celegorm had deposited.

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*rubs hands together* it’s my birthday filth, precious~

imindhowwelayinjune:

Once when walking I came on my cousin
Bare and blushed he set my blood a-buzzin
I hid in the tan wood
And tugged on my manhood
And grieved that we’d never be husbands.

–

“That last line is rather a slant,” said Turgon, cheeks hot.

Finrod grinned. “Is any of it untrue, though?”

“Let’s see how you like it, cleverbones.”

–

In a meadow I cast my rich robe off
For there was much heat for my skin to throw off
I made needless noise
To attract certain boys
For I am such a shameless bold show-off.

–

“Weak,” tutted Finrod. “Very weak! Each line ending with the same word? I cry thee cheat, Turukáno.”

“And I cry thee – ”

“Taboo,” croaked a raven alighting on the balcony rail, and both young men froze.

“Sorry,” said Finrod, after a pause. “Did you say something?”

The raven cleared its throat.

–

Two lads spoke with lyric and jest
As if rules only applied to the rest
But jest bespeaks sin
And souls rot in the bin
If you toy with the thought of incest.

–

Manwë rubbed his hands together as he watched Finrod and Turgon part from each other with haste. “There, that should fix them. Nothing like poetry to avert deviance! No, fly thee on, Crabanor! Their eldest brothers are next.”

His Windiness, Lord Cockblocker strikes again

elfinfen:

If Feanor survived, he would certainly meet with his brother once.

– Какие эльфы! Ноло! Сколько лет, сколько…
– Прекрати это. И я тебя внимательно слушаю.
– Тебе к лицу этот мех!
– Да, спасибо. Так что же там по кораблям?..
– Замерз? Отогрею кровь род…кхм…полуродную!
/на фоне звуки ора и рыданий руссингона/
/и остальных счастливо обретших друг друга родичей/

@fullbrotherinheart >w>