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Very short explanation of the following scene: Mereniell - human fosterchild to Elrond - trying to stay up longer after arriving for a visit at Lothlorien with Elrond and the twins. Further explanation --> see comment below. Now without any further ado: Enjoy the scene! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Under the stern yet gentle gaze of Elrond the little girl sqirmed, biting her bottom lip, eyes darting back and forth, obviously searching for an excuse to stay up a little longer. Then suddenly she beamed at her fosterfather. "I haven't been shown around the city!", she exclaimed. "You will have plenty of time for that t

Very short explanation of the following scene: Mereniell - human fosterchild to Elrond - trying to stay up longer after arriving for a visit at Lothlorien with Elrond and the twins. Further explanation --> see comment below. Now without any further ado: Enjoy the scene! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Under the stern yet gentle gaze of Elrond the little girl sqirmed, biting her bottom lip, eyes darting back and forth, obviously searching for an excuse to stay up a little longer. Then suddenly she beamed at her fosterfather. "I haven't been shown around the city!", she exclaimed. "You will have plenty of time for that t

"Ehy (Name), you all alone today?" Stanley Queener asked, leaning up against the brick wall with his two chums. (Name) ignored them, buckling her shoes before standing up. She tapped the toes of them on the concrete, lodging them into place before beginning her walk back to 221B. "Oi, pig!" Stanley shouted, pushing himself off the wall and following the girl, his goons at his side. "Why are you always hacking on me Stanley?" (Name) sighed, spinning on her heel to face the three. "Because you're a waste of precious air, no mate." Stanley laughed. (Name)'s hands clenched into fists at her sides. She took a long and deep breath to calm herself d

Touch. Your touch. It had him trembling at how powerful it was when used against him, and yet he couldn't help but crave it, more than he'd ever let you know. The simple brush of your fingertips against his back was enough to have his heart ready to jump out of his body. Your lips; against his own, on the skin of his shoulder, or just brushing against his forehead were enough to make him crave you like you wouldn't believe. When your palms splayed out against his chest, he was sure you could feel his heart thundering beneath his ribs, just as desperate to get close to you as the rest of him was. You were his ambrosia. You were the forbidden f

  “I’m glad that we’re finally here!” you squealed, hugging your boyfriends arm. He chuckled and gave you a hug. “So am I. Now let’s go.” Taking your hand, Mark led you through Downtown Disney and to the lines in front of Disneyland. As you were waiting, you two talked about everything and nothing. Some fans of Mark’s came up and asked for pictures. They all asked you for permission first though, and you were grateful for that. “Sorry about them, [y/n],” Mark said. “It’s fine. I don’t mind one bit.” You smiled and walked up a little more. “Just a lit

You were walking slowly through the streets of your hometown. You hadn’t been here in a long time, but now that you finally had been able to get some days off during the holidays, your mother had insisted you spend it with them. You loved your family, but you were happy to walk around town for a few minutes. Your sister’s blabbing gave you a headache and your mother’s cooking still hadn’t improved. You passed the cafeteria where you had spent a lot of your younger years with friends or dates. You smiled thinking back at those days. You closed your coat further around you while you regained your stroll around town. It

Baker Street was attacked by a cruel wind, slashing against (Name) (Last Name)'s exposed face, as she approached the welcoming and familiar door of 221B. People continued about their daily business, being as it twas only mid-day. A midwife running errands, a shoat being gutted for meat, and children joining each other in their pointless games. It has been a normal occurrence this week. Holmes had picked up an interesting case that he was surprisingly thrilled about solving. It had not been received by the messenger boy, whom they had grown to know so well. But from a sharp ear that followed after a fight that Sherlock had brilliantly conquer

You were hidden; shrouded within the shadows whilst your sister shone like the stars, captivating all who saw, claiming the spotlight that she always craved. You, however, were quite the opposite to your dear sister, Christine. In your spare time you read whilst she danced, drew whilst she gossiped and sewed whilst she sang. Times were dull as one of the Populaire’s costume designers, the sheer effort to impress not only the directors, but also the participants and the audience left very little room for fault. Not to mention the aggravating critique from that of Carlotta; one of the many reasons you currently lack in costume staff. Tho