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novnariel's part two of the above story! However, here it is, for those who are vaguely interested!
Sildil opened his eyes slowly but shut them again quickly against the bright light shining through the yellow curtains. He groaned. His head felt as though it had been mangled by a dozen orcs. Then he realised that it had in a way, but by just one orc, Mistress Mauberz and her wonderful Eau de Mordor.
He really should stop drinking the stuff he thought to himself, but it was a quick and very efficient way of numbing his feelings when things got too much for him to bear. He sighed, what a rotten day he had had yesterday, and with this pounding in his temples it did not look as though today was going to be much better.
He lay still for a bit and as consciousness fully returned he became aware of the strange clothes he was wearing. He didn't remember getting ready for bed. Come to think, he didn't remember even going to his room. In fact, wasn't that one of his problems? He didn't have a room to go to? Then where was he? Surely he would have remembered going off with someone last night?
His eyes flew open in alarm. The first thing that he saw blearily was the face of the Lady Galadriel. No! That was impossible! He couldn't have.....!
Sil shut his eyes again in terror and took several deep breaths, telling himself to calm down. He opened one eye cautiously. No, the Lady was still there, but had not moved. He opened the other eye and looked more carefully at the figure at the foot of his bed. He heaved a sigh of relief as he realised that it was a large and extremely life-like picture of Galadriel.
Sildil raised a hand to rub his head where it hurt, and saw a pretty blue sleeve with embroidered puppies wrapped around the attached arm. What in Arda was this? He sat up quickly, looking down at his clothes. He was wearing a nightdress. He never wore nightdresses. He never wore anything in bed.
The bewildered elf looked around in panic and then his eyes alighted on the figure of his friend and landlady, Nov, sitting in a chair by his side with a book in her lap.
"Nov? Where am I?....and how did I get here?" Sil looked crestfallen at the she-elf's stern gaze. "I was drunk again, wasn't I?" He said, shamefacedly.
Ok Nov (andtuxedo_elf) it's back with you again! LOL
..And PS: For those of you who read Nov's denial of her and Sil's amorous goings on at EOAS.....hehehe.....Sil has no idea what she means!
novnariel's part two of the above story! However, here it is, for those who are vaguely interested!Sildil opened his eyes slowly but shut them again quickly against the bright light shining through the yellow curtains. He groaned. His head felt as though it had been mangled by a dozen orcs. Then he realised that it had in a way, but by just one orc, Mistress Mauberz and her wonderful Eau de Mordor.
He really should stop drinking the stuff he thought to himself, but it was a quick and very efficient way of numbing his feelings when things got too much for him to bear. He sighed, what a rotten day he had had yesterday, and with this pounding in his temples it did not look as though today was going to be much better.
He lay still for a bit and as consciousness fully returned he became aware of the strange clothes he was wearing. He didn't remember getting ready for bed. Come to think, he didn't remember even going to his room. In fact, wasn't that one of his problems? He didn't have a room to go to? Then where was he? Surely he would have remembered going off with someone last night?
His eyes flew open in alarm. The first thing that he saw blearily was the face of the Lady Galadriel. No! That was impossible! He couldn't have.....!
Sil shut his eyes again in terror and took several deep breaths, telling himself to calm down. He opened one eye cautiously. No, the Lady was still there, but had not moved. He opened the other eye and looked more carefully at the figure at the foot of his bed. He heaved a sigh of relief as he realised that it was a large and extremely life-like picture of Galadriel.
Sildil raised a hand to rub his head where it hurt, and saw a pretty blue sleeve with embroidered puppies wrapped around the attached arm. What in Arda was this? He sat up quickly, looking down at his clothes. He was wearing a nightdress. He never wore nightdresses. He never wore anything in bed.
The bewildered elf looked around in panic and then his eyes alighted on the figure of his friend and landlady, Nov, sitting in a chair by his side with a book in her lap.
"Nov? Where am I?....and how did I get here?" Sil looked crestfallen at the she-elf's stern gaze. "I was drunk again, wasn't I?" He said, shamefacedly.
Ok Nov (and
tuxedo_elf) it's back with you again! LOL..And PS: For those of you who read Nov's denial of her and Sil's amorous goings on at EOAS.....hehehe.....Sil has no idea what she means!
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Date: 2004-05-04 07:47 am (UTC)So Sildil is quite afraid of Lady Galadriel... Good, Nov will try to use that.
*reads the last comment*
Sildil, you fiend!!!
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Date: 2004-05-04 08:15 am (UTC)ooops!
Date: 2004-05-04 08:24 am (UTC)Re: ooops!
Date: 2004-05-04 08:30 am (UTC)Re: ooops!
Date: 2004-05-05 11:36 am (UTC)*grins* Was my effort not good enough then?
*giggles*
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Date: 2004-05-05 12:46 pm (UTC)Re: ooops!
Date: 2004-05-05 01:11 pm (UTC)*grin*
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Date: 2004-05-04 11:56 am (UTC)Lindir
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Date: 2004-05-04 12:29 pm (UTC)*suddenly realises what Lindir said about his clothes. Sits and goes into a punk elf sulk...mutters*...It's taken me a long time to get my clothes looking the way I want!
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Date: 2004-05-04 03:09 pm (UTC)Um, he said a bad thing, didn't he? Oh, dear.
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Date: 2004-05-05 10:03 am (UTC)Darling, I'll admit it only after you present me with a nice ring.
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Date: 2004-05-05 12:55 pm (UTC)No, a nice ring with plenty of brilliants to satisfy my ego. *pouts*