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50 Passages semi-Drabble (52, Claim 1)
Jan. 27th, 2007 02:49 amTitle: Covered Up
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: PG
Word Count: 261
Prompt: 52 - Alternate - I was awake early this morning, and now it must be nearly noon.
Summary: Thranduil is having a problem with his lover.
Notes: I was bored. This is silly.
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“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
“I see.” Thranduil perched on the edge of the bed, looking at the lump beneath the blankets and considered his options. “So, do you simply plan to stay there forever?”
“Aye.”
The King of Mirkwood put his head in his hands. “That is slightly impractical, you know.”
“I do not care.”
“There are all sorts of things you will miss out on,” he cajoled.
“I can not think of a single thing.”
The muffled responses were most unhelpful and the King was running out of ideas. He loved this Elf, however he was starting to find out a few of the problems associated with a long-distance relationship, such as leaving day.
“It will work out. We will see each other again in a few months. It is not so bad.”
“Yes it is.”
“Very well, it is. I agree. Yet this does not make it anymore unavoidable.” Thranduil was starting to wonder if their whole last day was going to be spent in this manner. “This is getting rather silly. I was awake early this morning, and now it must be nearly noon. I have not even seen your face in all that time!”
He received no response from this statement and so poked the blankets lightly. “Do not make me come in there after you!”
The blankets moved, lifted and a moment later Rúmil appeared from beneath them, his hair rumpled and a cheeky grin on his face as he stretched lazily.
“Perhaps that is what I want.”
Thranduil had only one response to that.
He pounced.
END
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: PG
Word Count: 261
Prompt: 52 - Alternate - I was awake early this morning, and now it must be nearly noon.
Summary: Thranduil is having a problem with his lover.
Notes: I was bored. This is silly.
***************
“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
“I see.” Thranduil perched on the edge of the bed, looking at the lump beneath the blankets and considered his options. “So, do you simply plan to stay there forever?”
“Aye.”
The King of Mirkwood put his head in his hands. “That is slightly impractical, you know.”
“I do not care.”
“There are all sorts of things you will miss out on,” he cajoled.
“I can not think of a single thing.”
The muffled responses were most unhelpful and the King was running out of ideas. He loved this Elf, however he was starting to find out a few of the problems associated with a long-distance relationship, such as leaving day.
“It will work out. We will see each other again in a few months. It is not so bad.”
“Yes it is.”
“Very well, it is. I agree. Yet this does not make it anymore unavoidable.” Thranduil was starting to wonder if their whole last day was going to be spent in this manner. “This is getting rather silly. I was awake early this morning, and now it must be nearly noon. I have not even seen your face in all that time!”
He received no response from this statement and so poked the blankets lightly. “Do not make me come in there after you!”
The blankets moved, lifted and a moment later Rúmil appeared from beneath them, his hair rumpled and a cheeky grin on his face as he stretched lazily.
“Perhaps that is what I want.”
Thranduil had only one response to that.
He pounced.
END
