ext_265364 ([identity profile] ann-arien.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] dawn_felagund 2006-08-05 12:07 am (UTC)

Fëanáro linked his fingers with Telvo’s and—turning over his had—pressed a kiss to the palm. Telvo looked at me and winked.

Ai, ai! If I hand't known what I'd wished for as a b-day present I'd have been driven completely up the walls by this foxy Telvo of yours. Yes, foxy, whether it's his playfulness or the gorgeous red hair and how cat-like he is around Feanaro. *loves Telvo*

Telvo+Big Strong Elf+Rock=OMG!!! *fans self* (and I used to be a Math geek, too!)

I shivered even as I burned, for thoughts of the son awakened thoughts of the father and his dark clothes close-fitted to his blacksmith’s physique, his mischievously beautiful face, his eyes that burned mine like fire…

*wants*

*badly*

It's way past my bed time. Waaaaay past my bed time... but I know for sure that I'll be dreaming of his mischievously beautiful face, his eyes that burn like fire…

*swoons*

And the next chapters... This story seems to get better and better with every new read!

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