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In one of my fics (Blame the Wine), Thranny thinks to himself that Cel has the oral talents of a gondorian whore.... this fic is how he got them... maybe.
Celeborn knew there was no way he could pretend to be much other than what he was. Galadriel wasn’t the only one who glowed, by Valar! He wore a gray cape with a hood to cover his silver hair and walked slumped a bit to conceal his height. But he still did not look at all like the other people milling about in Minas Tirith.
He walked down dark streets, almost gagging on the smell of filth and human refuse. He passed several different establishments before he found the one he sought. He went in and sat down at a table.
“What can I get fer ye?” The barmaid asked. He ordered a drink and sat observing. He saw the one he wanted. He was tall, almost as tall as an elf and slender like one too. He had shaggy dark hair and reminded Celeborn of Elrond’s human foster son, Aragorn. He was drinking at a table with some other men, soldiers by the look of them.
Celeborn knew there was no way he could pretend to be much other than what he was. Galadriel wasn’t the only one who glowed, by Valar! He wore a gray cape with a hood to cover his silver hair and walked slumped a bit to conceal his height. But he still did not look at all like the other people milling about in Minas Tirith.
He walked down dark streets, almost gagging on the smell of filth and human refuse. He passed several different establishments before he found the one he sought. He went in and sat down at a table.
“What can I get fer ye?” The barmaid asked. He ordered a drink and sat observing. He saw the one he wanted. He was tall, almost as tall as an elf and slender like one too. He had shaggy dark hair and reminded Celeborn of Elrond’s human foster son, Aragorn. He was drinking at a table with some other men, soldiers by the look of them.