Well here I am, heading back from Minas Tirith with my son who Felarof kindly gave birth to for me ( Read more... )

Oh Elrohir
My Elven duck
You're so sexy
Want a fuck?

Name the day
you will be mine
and never mind
your father's whine

I'm but a horse
and not a poet
but I love you so
and hope you know it.

My honeybunny said YES! In blue! That's my favourite colour!

*wanders off for a long, loving shag with fiance*

I know it was a shock to you and you probably need time to consider, but I'm on tenterhooks here, because you haven't answered my question.

*chews on hooves in anticipation and wanders around nervously*

Elrohir, my love, my one true adored beloved, I... I have something to say.

*goes down on forelegs*

Will you marry me?

And I love the poem. I touches my inner core.

Don't worry about the police. If they come after you, I'll call the Mearas out on strike.

Were you planning on doing anything today? I do hope not.

*wakes up carefully, because he's not alone in the stables*

*smiles down at the biped beside him*

*notes the chaos in the stable, the thrown aside chains, the empty bottles of lube, the piles of straw, the impromptu trapeze*

*settles down again beside Elrohir, carefully folding a wing over his lover*

I haven't felt so wanted in MONTHS!

I'm so excited, I'm off with Elrohir now for a quiet dinner together, followed by...

Ooops, discretion in my old age.

Hey, Elrohir, want to come up and see my etchings?

...I'm no longer pregnant. I'm fine, thank you for asking.

HE, however is. Probably with my baby.

Hmmmm.

What was that you said about grass bellies, Felarof?

*flies off to taunt the old guy some more*

STILL THE PRETTIEST!

Ignore the ageing hippy on my back.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to building my nest for my first-born...