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I wrote 2 fics for For Lorie...and here is the first. :-) This one I had the very most fun with because, well, I think about Lorie and her mischievous kitties!
Title: Too Long to Wait: Menagerie
Author name: Claudia
Fandom: LOTR
Pairing: Frodo/Aragorn (implied only)
Rating: G
Summary: Ellohir likes to bring home lost and hurt animals.
Warning: implied former mpreg
A/N: Thinking about you, Lorie, and how you take in cats. Dedicated to Frick and Frack! :-)
“No, absolutely not. We are not a shelter for every homeless creature in Minas Tirith.” Frodo crossed his arms and tried his best to look stern.
Ellohir stood in the doorway beside his best friend Lingold holding a purring orange-striped kitten. Mouse, now full grown into a sleek tabby, weaved around Ellohir’s feet, meowing in a worried manner.
“We found her in the courtyard and saved him from the mean boys,” Lingold said. He was a noble boy with gentle brown eyes, and Frodo thought that he would grow up to be much like his father, who was one of the kindest guards of the Citadel. Lingold had taken a rather protective attitude toward Ellohir and Frodo did not think it was only because Ellohir was the King’s son. He also went out of his way to protect kittens and ladybugs and frogs from the bullying natures of some of the other boys in the Citadel.
“Please. Mouse needs a friend.” Ellohir bent to show Mouse the kitten, and Mouse hissed and let out a low warning growl.
“It’s okay, Mouse,” Ellohir said. “You need someone to take care of, too.”
“Please, Master Frodo,” Lingold said. “I’ll help take care of her.”
“Did your father say no?” Frodo asked, his lips twitching. He struggled not to laugh. Lingold and Ellohir both looked so earnest.
Lingold looked a little embarrassed. “I’ve already two at home. My ma won’t let me take more.”
Aragorn walked into the front room, stretching his arms, having just woken from a short nap, wearing naught but his tunic and leggings. Lingold, who had not expected his king to be there, too, and especially not in such informal attire, bowed on one knee as his father had taught him.
“Nay, Lingold, you’re almost family, stand up,” Aragorn said, chuckling. Ellohir giggled as Lingold struggled to his feet, blushing. “What is going on, Ellohir?”
“We found a kitten.”
“The boys were torturing her, poking her with sticks,” Lingold said, and then added, “my lord.”
“But you already have Mouse,” Aragorn said, reaching down to pet Mouse behind the ear. Mouse answered with a growl, still keeping her eye on the kitten. Aragorn settled on the sofa.
Frodo turned to Aragorn in exasperation. “Already we have the dove that landed on our terrace with the broken wing, the turtle that somehow crawled into the Great Hall, the lizard, the little frog. Am I forgetting any?”
“The grass snake—“ Lingold started to say, and Ellohir elbowed him to hush.
“We’ve named it Galadriel,” Ellohir said.
Frodo closed his eyes in defeat. Once a kitten was named, it had already joined the family. “All right. But this is the last one, Ellohir. I mean it.”
“Yay!” Ellohir’s yell of delight caused Mouse to tear out of the room with her ears back. Ellohir set the kitten down, and the boys chased her into Ellohir’s room. Frodo heard Ellohir say to Lingold, “Don’t worry; he said that the dove was the last one.”
Frodo sank into the sofa beside Aragorn, nestling against him, and Aragorn put his arm around Frodo’s shoulder. “I knew you’d give in.”
“You could have stopped it any time,” Frodo said, raising his eyebrows.
“Nay. In Gondor we have a saying. Stop not a good deed, for it blossoms from the heart.”
“I’ve never heard that saying before,” Frodo said, peering up at Aragorn in suspicion.
“I made it up just now,” Aragorn said, laughing, as Frodo cuffed his arm.
Mouse surprised them both, jumping onto Aragorn’s lap, purring and rubbing against him.
Mouse nearly forgot about the street kitten that had dared enter her territory. Two hands, one small and one large, stroked her until she thought she would die from happiness. The small hand especially knew where she liked to be stroked best – just under her chin and behind her right ear. Mouse purred, placated at last, and thought that if only she could figure out a way to get inside that dove’s cage that it just might make up for this morning’s indignity.
END
Title: Too Long to Wait: Menagerie
Author name: Claudia
Fandom: LOTR
Pairing: Frodo/Aragorn (implied only)
Rating: G
Summary: Ellohir likes to bring home lost and hurt animals.
Warning: implied former mpreg
A/N: Thinking about you, Lorie, and how you take in cats. Dedicated to Frick and Frack! :-)
“No, absolutely not. We are not a shelter for every homeless creature in Minas Tirith.” Frodo crossed his arms and tried his best to look stern.
Ellohir stood in the doorway beside his best friend Lingold holding a purring orange-striped kitten. Mouse, now full grown into a sleek tabby, weaved around Ellohir’s feet, meowing in a worried manner.
“We found her in the courtyard and saved him from the mean boys,” Lingold said. He was a noble boy with gentle brown eyes, and Frodo thought that he would grow up to be much like his father, who was one of the kindest guards of the Citadel. Lingold had taken a rather protective attitude toward Ellohir and Frodo did not think it was only because Ellohir was the King’s son. He also went out of his way to protect kittens and ladybugs and frogs from the bullying natures of some of the other boys in the Citadel.
“Please. Mouse needs a friend.” Ellohir bent to show Mouse the kitten, and Mouse hissed and let out a low warning growl.
“It’s okay, Mouse,” Ellohir said. “You need someone to take care of, too.”
“Please, Master Frodo,” Lingold said. “I’ll help take care of her.”
“Did your father say no?” Frodo asked, his lips twitching. He struggled not to laugh. Lingold and Ellohir both looked so earnest.
Lingold looked a little embarrassed. “I’ve already two at home. My ma won’t let me take more.”
Aragorn walked into the front room, stretching his arms, having just woken from a short nap, wearing naught but his tunic and leggings. Lingold, who had not expected his king to be there, too, and especially not in such informal attire, bowed on one knee as his father had taught him.
“Nay, Lingold, you’re almost family, stand up,” Aragorn said, chuckling. Ellohir giggled as Lingold struggled to his feet, blushing. “What is going on, Ellohir?”
“We found a kitten.”
“The boys were torturing her, poking her with sticks,” Lingold said, and then added, “my lord.”
“But you already have Mouse,” Aragorn said, reaching down to pet Mouse behind the ear. Mouse answered with a growl, still keeping her eye on the kitten. Aragorn settled on the sofa.
Frodo turned to Aragorn in exasperation. “Already we have the dove that landed on our terrace with the broken wing, the turtle that somehow crawled into the Great Hall, the lizard, the little frog. Am I forgetting any?”
“The grass snake—“ Lingold started to say, and Ellohir elbowed him to hush.
“We’ve named it Galadriel,” Ellohir said.
Frodo closed his eyes in defeat. Once a kitten was named, it had already joined the family. “All right. But this is the last one, Ellohir. I mean it.”
“Yay!” Ellohir’s yell of delight caused Mouse to tear out of the room with her ears back. Ellohir set the kitten down, and the boys chased her into Ellohir’s room. Frodo heard Ellohir say to Lingold, “Don’t worry; he said that the dove was the last one.”
Frodo sank into the sofa beside Aragorn, nestling against him, and Aragorn put his arm around Frodo’s shoulder. “I knew you’d give in.”
“You could have stopped it any time,” Frodo said, raising his eyebrows.
“Nay. In Gondor we have a saying. Stop not a good deed, for it blossoms from the heart.”
“I’ve never heard that saying before,” Frodo said, peering up at Aragorn in suspicion.
“I made it up just now,” Aragorn said, laughing, as Frodo cuffed his arm.
Mouse surprised them both, jumping onto Aragorn’s lap, purring and rubbing against him.
Mouse nearly forgot about the street kitten that had dared enter her territory. Two hands, one small and one large, stroked her until she thought she would die from happiness. The small hand especially knew where she liked to be stroked best – just under her chin and behind her right ear. Mouse purred, placated at last, and thought that if only she could figure out a way to get inside that dove’s cage that it just might make up for this morning’s indignity.
END