the fic is done (YAY!!!...:D)
Jun. 24th, 2012 07:40 pmI had almost despaired of keeping my promise to post this by the end of the week - but here it is. *wipes brow* By the way, it's been almost two years since I last wrote something - so this feels a bit like a zombie revival.:P (my writing inspiration being the zombie in question, LOL) New friends - please skip merrily along. Some of you may not like this, and I do not wish to offend.;)
Title: The Mirror
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: NC-17 (I know these ratings are kind of stupid - but yeah, I'd consider this pretty graphic :)
Summary: A peek into the royal bedchamber in Minas Tirith.:)
Warnings: The usual. Explicit slash (I've never warned for this before, but I have some non-slashers on my flist now - *gasp* - so just to be safe...;) and high sugar content. My few faithful readers know what to expect...
Disclaimer: I still don't own these characters, obviously - it's quite the other way around...;)
Author's Notes: It seems I can't write angst to save my life. I sort of tried here, but the muses said: "uh-uh... we don't like this", and came up with a little far-fetched scheme to turn it all around. So I gave in, and this is the result...
( You do seem exceedingly fond of my backside. Betimes I wonder if I should be jealous of it. )
Title: The Mirror
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: NC-17 (I know these ratings are kind of stupid - but yeah, I'd consider this pretty graphic :)
Summary: A peek into the royal bedchamber in Minas Tirith.:)
Warnings: The usual. Explicit slash (I've never warned for this before, but I have some non-slashers on my flist now - *gasp* - so just to be safe...;) and high sugar content. My few faithful readers know what to expect...
Disclaimer: I still don't own these characters, obviously - it's quite the other way around...;)
Author's Notes: It seems I can't write angst to save my life. I sort of tried here, but the muses said: "uh-uh... we don't like this", and came up with a little far-fetched scheme to turn it all around. So I gave in, and this is the result...
( You do seem exceedingly fond of my backside. Betimes I wonder if I should be jealous of it. )