Fra: "ditto102" Til: Emne: [OFUM] Re: OFUMers! Here is your chance to have work featured in OFUM! Dato: 21. april 2003 09:09 Wow, these are all so great (horrendous). How am I going to compete with this, well, I'm not done with my own story yet and I'm trying to but purposely massacring canon is so painful! I don't think I can finish it, it's hurts and I'm feeling dirty just writing it. *shudders* Well, this story is by my beta Bethany and it's Elrond/OC smut. *shudders* But nothing descriptive. She loves Elrond and was shocked to find out that he went insane, she's sincerely apologizes for doing this to him in fanfiction. Okay, here it is. Elrond lovers better bring with them tissues (or a barf bag) because this is...bad. *starts crying* -Deepy * * * "I think you'll like it here, my lady." Lord Elrond said as he led the young woman to her bedroom that she would be staying at. "Sorry, but I don't think I will be able to find any peace here, my lord." She said on the edge of tears. The elf began to fidgit as he didn't know what to do with a crying woman, so he ushered her swiftly into the room and closed the door after her with a bam, leaving the poor soul all alone. Rouge was a young mortal from the mountains east of Rivendell. She had lived sixteen beautiful years in a small village there with her family. She had an older brother and two younger sisters. Her twin had died at birth, taking a part of her with her. Since then, she'd always felt a touch cold and sometimes imagined that her sister warned her from beyond the grave. Like the night before the orcs came. Rouge sat upon her bed as the thoughts of that night came back to her. It was dark and she was getting ready to go to bed when one of those urges came upon her and she felt that if she placed her young form between those sheets something bad would happen to her. Without thought, she ran from home, not even caring to put on proper shoes, and entered the forest behind her house. Her horse Palemoon was there and she quickly climbed upon her back and the horse seemed to sense her urgency. She remembered the cool air running through her hair as the two galloped as one up the high and rocky hills before falling down the hill, with that came the exhaustion. Rouge brushed the raven black hair out of her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. She was ugly! She thought as she picked up a ponytail holder from the vanity and pulled the hair out of her face. So ugly! She told herself again. Though she did like her eyes. No one in her family had eyes like her and she was proud of them. They were the blue of the early morning sky, before it lightened with the day. Some days they even had a hint of violet in them. Bells rang outside somewhere in Rivendell and she knew that that meant it was time for lunch. Her stomach grumbled as if it knew and there came a knock on the door. She whipped the tears from her face and tried to look presentable, but inside she was hurting, she was a broken soul that nothing could fix. Outside the door stood the elf who had brought her here. In her state, she had not thought much on him but now that he stood before her, she thought about how attractive he was. He was the Lord of Imladris wasn't he? "Are you hungry, Lady Rouge?" He asked in his deep silky voice and she sniffled away her tears. "Yes, my lord." "Please call me Elrond." "Elrond." She said unsure of herself, pushing a piece of raven hair behind her ear. The elf watched the action with interest and she blushed at his outright stare. "My lord." She half-giggled. "Forgive me." He asked, shaking his head a bit, "But mortal ears have always enticed me." "Really?" She asked in a husky tone. He cleared his throat and offered her his arm. "Forgive me, Lady Rouge . . ." "Call me Rouge." She said. "Rouge. You've just suffered a horrible loss and here I am only gawking at you." He seemed very upset and she placed a hand on his arm. "Yes, I have, but I would like something to distract me from last night. Must we go down to eat?" "It is only proper." "But couldn't we eat here?" "In your bedroom?" "Do you have a problem with that?" "No, No . . ." He began to stammer but she smiled and he stopped. "I will have the food brought up." He then left and she went about styling her hair in the mirror. She didn't know what it was about this elf. Maybe it was her grief. Maybe it was her age. Maybe it was his effect upon her, but she wanted to feel again. By the time Elrond came back with a tray of food in his hands, Rouge had thrown her riddling cloak to the floor and was sitting upon the bed. At the sight of her, gulp and she watched his Adam's apple slid first down then up. Somehow, that action was appealing to her. He placed the tray down with sturdy hands and turned to her, standing to his full height. "Elrond are you married?" She asked in her silky voice. "No." He answered swiftly. "Yes." He began again. "Technically . . ." She rose a hand. "It's ok. I understand." "No," He looked to her longingly. "She's been gone for so long." "How long?" "Centuries." "That's a long time." "Yes it is." She paused and ran a hand over the bedcovers. He watched and again swolled. The movement again, up then down. She sighed and rose from the bed. She stood before him. "When was the last time you were touched?" "Centuries." He whispered. "It must be hard." "Yes." Rouge ran a finger down the length of Elrond's strong jaw. He closed his eyes and shivered. "Did you feel that?" She asked, letting her finger linger beside his pouty lips. "Yes." He whispered. "Do you want to feel?" She asked and he nodded not opening his eyes. "Then help me feel." Elrond captured her wrist and laid a dainty kiss upon her outstretched digit. "It will be my pleasure." He said, huskily. She rose to kiss him but he caught her jaw with his other hand and moved her head to the side so that he could have better access to her ear. "So round . . ." He whispered against her lobe, before laying a kiss. "So firm . . ." He gently flicked his tongue against her cartilage and she could not help but sigh. "So mortal." It came as a whisper and a sob. "I will have to go tonight." She said against his neck. His hair was a dark waterfall before her that smelled like daisies and violets. "Will you come again?" He asked before suckling at her earlobe. "I will only come once to Rivendell." She said and at that moment, she was surprised, and disappointed, to know that it was the truth. "I miss my sister so." She began to weep and he pushed her back, hands on her shoulders. She looked up into his green eyes and found love. "If you don't want to. . . ." "No!" She interrupted him. "No. It's not that. It's just that I know that I must join her soon. All of them. I miss them so much." She cried long against his strong shoulders and Elrond held her with a sympathetic sigh. "I'm better now." She said when her crying finally stopped. "Good." He said, whipping the tears from her face. Slowly, he lowered his lips back to her ear. She began to laugh. "That tickles." She giggled and moved her shoulder so that he couldn't get to the bit of flesh that he desired most. He growled in frustration and lifted her from her feet, holding her in his arms. She gave a bit of a squeek and wrapped her arms around his neck. He gently laid her upon the bed and took off his cloak, letting it fall to the floor beside her own. "You're beautiful." He said, laying beside her and nuzzling her neck. "No, I'm ugly." "You're beautiful." He said again, purring into her ear. "Do it again." She said and he did. "Oh Elrond!" She cried, pushing her hands into his hair at the scalp. He gently bit her ear and growled. She closed her eyes and sighed with content. She grabbed his manly face and laid a kiss upon his nose before looking seriously into his dark eyes. Blue met green and they knew this was right. "I don't care about tonight, Elrond. I don't care about this morning! I don't care about tomorrow! All I know is what I want right now, and that is you!" She told him, her voice rising as her words came within her. He laid his strong body upon her and took to nibbling at her neck