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"Mystery First Age Elves" by Zeen
B2MeM Challenge: Rivendell - Someone opens the pages of a book and something falls out - ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
himring.
Format: Photomanip/Sketch
Genre: Slash
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Implied nudity
Characters: Mystery First Age Elves, Glorfindel, Elrond
Pairings: ... Yes.
Creators' Notes (optional): One photomanip and a drawing. Large-ish images.
Summary: Stuck between the pages of an ancient anatomy book, Glorfindel is surprised to find images that are, perhaps, not intended to teach so much as to titillate. Naturally, he brings them to Elrond for his expert opinion.
"That's quite nice, I think," Glorfindel said. He tactfully did not mention that of course he recognized who these people were -- or supposed to be, anyway. Elrond gave him a wry look. Perhaps Glorfindel's tact was was not as sharp as he thought.
"But this must be Maedhros, surely? Pity about the inkstain. It looks almost deliberate."
"Don't touch it! It's very ancient. And besides, Maedhros' legs were not that short."
"I wasn't rehoused yesterday, Elrond, I know how ancient it is. And it's foreshortened, here. Whoever did this wasn't very good..."
Eventually, they agreed that the drawings ought be preserved, to teach future generations something or other.
himring.Format: Photomanip/Sketch
Genre: Slash
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Implied nudity
Characters: Mystery First Age Elves, Glorfindel, Elrond
Pairings: ... Yes.
Creators' Notes (optional): One photomanip and a drawing. Large-ish images.
Summary: Stuck between the pages of an ancient anatomy book, Glorfindel is surprised to find images that are, perhaps, not intended to teach so much as to titillate. Naturally, he brings them to Elrond for his expert opinion.
"That's quite nice, I think," Glorfindel said. He tactfully did not mention that of course he recognized who these people were -- or supposed to be, anyway. Elrond gave him a wry look. Perhaps Glorfindel's tact was was not as sharp as he thought.
"But this must be Maedhros, surely? Pity about the inkstain. It looks almost deliberate."
"Don't touch it! It's very ancient. And besides, Maedhros' legs were not that short."
"I wasn't rehoused yesterday, Elrond, I know how ancient it is. And it's foreshortened, here. Whoever did this wasn't very good..."
Eventually, they agreed that the drawings ought be preserved, to teach future generations something or other.