This section is dedicated to Chris 13. :makeout: :smooch:

For those of you who like writing fics, but want to write short ones to get thought and feeling across to others but in only a few paragraphs - this is your place.

Haiku fics.

Here is mine...enjoy.


Loved Me Late.
Glorfindel/Melpomaen.
NC - 17.
by Merevindur.

He took me like there was no tomorrow, his teeth bit my throat in an embrace i would never have expected before from the Balrog Slayer, but as he was inside me now, i gave no more thought to fear, or the feeling of being tainted by him. I thought only of us, and the moment we had, alone in this room in Rivendell.

I hoped he would take ages with me, as he pumped with great passion and nibbled my throat again - his hands all over my body, which was now his - my heart was his also while he took me in his arms and kissed me as he came. I felt the passage of time grow slower as we held each other that night, and i wished it would grow slower still.

He was my rock, my lover and i would forever be his.





Ok, folks - now it's your turn..................

Aww, Mer! I love that one, you should do these more. :makeout: I like the idea of having a place to post these little things, like the fics that you want to write, but can only get out in small doses. I'm sure people have all had those type of things. You want it to be longer, but it just doesn't want to be added to. I know I have. :blush:
Here's one for you, Mer: It's supposed to be Brom/Fara, but I didn't put a tag on it. You Know...

Awwwwww, thanks a lot for that, Chris - it means a lot to me that you would dedicate something to me like this.

Thanks again, and i'll see you around the chat soon.

yours,

Mer.

:) :smooch: :makeout: :strawberry: :elladan: :elrohir:

OK, the title of this thread got me into trying to write fics in actual haiku form (5,7,5). Let's see what I can come up with:

Hiding from the world,
Their hands, lips, tongues exploring
The Kings of men play.


He smiles, seeing the
Battle hardened warrior
Undone by his touch.

:eek: Smalldiver, that is too cool. Awesomeness.

Bravo Smalliver, we need more folk like you to do mini fics for us.

My turn next.....

These are for you, my dear.

:wub: :rose: :glorfindel: :legolas: :elladan: :elrohir:

Aragorn/Legolas.
unrated.
Death/love and sadness.
By Merevindur.


It was a grave night when all fell into darkness and i felt i would not see him again.

His eyes i thought were upon me, but i dared not look at them, for i knew them to be just a mirage, a playful trick on my own eyes as i scrunched them so tightly, feeling the tears fall from them and dripping from my cheeks.

I knew i would never see Aragorn again, and as i placed the bunch of five red roses on his tomb, i walked away, sadness would be forever in my mind after this day.

Kewlies, but so sad! :cry:

Okay, Sean and Viggo lovey-ness here. Told from Viggo's POV.

Oh, Chris, that was cute and full of feeling - and i do have a soft spot for men with wings, just ask Glorfindel. :) :D

The descriptions of his wings and the fact Viggo has a crush on him like a childhood one is fun and also sad at the same time.

This is really well written - i think you should make it into a full fic on your LJ at some point, Chris. I would love to see that. :elladan: :elrohir:

I will be posting up a short fic in here soon.....keep looking. :D :wub: :angel:

Here's another one for you, Chris. :rose: :elladan: :elrohir:

Viggo/Orlando.
Cold Nights Waiting.
By Merevindur.

He should have told him from the start that it was not meant to be, that he just wanted a one night stand. But something in him wanted a lot more. Much more than just that from the dark haired lovely that he saw daily in Los Angles that week.

It was his eyes that sold him to the elder American actor. He loved how he used these eyes to express his various emotions to him, and his friends.

He had been in his bed the night before and could not get the smell of his cologne and cream from his nostrils, not that he really wanted to.

He felt bad at having to watch him leave his apartment, and now he was even sadder that he would not see him again. Not after what had occured anyway. The reason was clear in his mind - he had fallen for the handsome young actor,and that just would not do.

And he was hoping he would come back too....

Here's one from me to Greeny, about her favorites, Billy and Dom.

Sexy As Sin

He looks sexy as sin, splayed out like a moth with open wings. He's all angles and long, lean planes, pale as cream and just as delicious. Sometimes it's nearly impossible to think with him next to you, peeking over your shoulders at the book you always read before sex. He wants to know what it is, but you're persistent, and won't tell him. The plain rose cover on the tattered bindings doesn't give any clue to what it is, and he's just dying to know, to satisfy that incurable curiosity.
You won't tell him that it's the Bible, that every time you pretend to be reading it, you're really praying as hard as you can remember how to, to find some little vain ray of hope that will save both your souls from eternal damnation. You're determined to never let him find out.

Chris! I didn't know that was for me! How lovely... Thank you so much! :hugs: :wub:

To Love an Infidel

"To kill an infidel is not murder; it is the path to salvation!"

"Take me to Jerusalem." Nasir looked after the Christian knight for a time, watching the shadow float away on the quivering sand. He thought it odd that the man hadn't killed him on sight for being a Muslim; it seemed all Knights did so. A loud, melodious voice interrupted his thoughts by shouting, "Will you take me or not?"
The two walked in silence until they reached the estate of Nasir's late master, where they slept. Nasir, curious now and fueled by his unexpected liking of this…man. He felt he owed him something, and the only way Nasir wanted to pay it was with his body, his mind. He stepped lightly, hearing his feet scuff over the polished tile floor. He walked to the knight's bed, laying a hand of the soft shoulder to wake him.
"What? What is it?" the knight's eyes were wide, and without fear. Nasir found light in them, like pools of sun without heat.
"Will you accept repayment for my life?" Nasir slipped his robe away from his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor in a whisper of cloth. "Will you accept me as repayment?" Nasir swung one leg over the rail of the low bed, and settled his weight over the Christian. His lips, soft and wet from the swipe of his tongue, hovered over the knight's face, opening to take in a breath and exhale it. "What is your name?"
"Balian." Nasir smiled a slow, lazy smile, and splayed his fingers underneath the rough shirt this Christian wore. It seemed odd that such rough cloth kept such smooth skin under it. He pulled his other leg over the bedside, fully resting his weight on Balian's middle as he leaned forward.
***
"The one you let live?" Nasir nodded, thinking about how he had escorted this knight into the very den of iniquity.


Yeah, I haven't posted it anywhere else yet, so hence to no linking-ness.