Under The Mallorn Tree

Posted: April 2003
Title: Under The Mallorn Tree
Author: Alex
Fandom: Tolkien
Genre: FCS
Characters: Rúmil , Celeborn, Galdriel, Elrond
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is fiction and really bad fiction at that. I don't own them and no one would dare pay me anything for this one!
Special Warnings: Mpreg humor
Beta: Larian_elensar
Timeline: Many years before LOTR
Author's Note: I've been reading mpreg stories here and there and uh, was influenced . By Hawk especially.

Summary: Strange things happen under the mallorn tree at Midnight on Mid-Summers Eve. Ask Rúmil.

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It all began under the mallorn tree one Mid-Summer's Eve years before the War of the Ring. The Elves of Lothlórien were celebrating with much feasting and even more drinking of the strong wines and meads imported from all Elvendom. The summer night, combined with the wine and the innate beauty of the elven form, was responsible for the pairing in this story, along with several others.

This paring saw Rúmil, one of the famous Guardians of the Northern Fences, standing pressed against aforementioned mallorn tree with his leggings around his ankles and his hands over his head.

He was pressed against the tree by another elf with his leggings down around his ankles also. This elf's front was pressed against Rúmil's back. In fact, he was attached to Rúmil by a rather handsome and well-made feature of the male anatomy.

This other elf was none other than the Lord of the Golden Wood himself.

"Oh yes, oh yes, ooohhhhh, I'm coming, my Lord, yes..."

And so it went.

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Several months later, Rúmil began to feel strange. Haldir and Orophin thought it was funny. But then they were his brothers. It was their job to find his discomfort funny.

"What are you, pregnant?" Haldir laughed as Rúmil turned green and ran from the room.

Later that very day, Rúmil stood naked in front of the mirror and noticed that his tummy was very slightly...rounded.

He ran from the room in tears.

**

"Yes, I know it is unusual, Elrond," Lady Galadriel far spoke to Lord Elrond in Imladris, "but I do believe is has happened to our young Rúmil."

"But who? Has he said?" Elrond far spoke back to her.

"Well, no hasn't said. He doesn't even believe it. I know of only one elf so fond of drunken sex under mallorn trees..." she let the sentence trail off.

"Oh dear, is that where it happened?"
"Yes! Our dear Rúmil had sex under a mallorn tree somewhere near midnight on Mid-Summer's Eve. And with MY husband."

"You don't mean...?"

"Yes, Elrond, Rúmil is going to be a mother."

**

Rúmil took it all in stride. He did not eat, sleep or speak for almost a week. When he did finally speak, what he said was "I want a bowl full of turnips and honey and then I'm going to castrate Lord Celeborn." His brothers got the honey and turnips and talked him out of castrating Lord Celeborn. They wanted to do it themselves.

Lord Celeborn took the news much better. He went on a diplomatic journey to Isengard to visit old friends.

Haldir and Orophin were secretly delighted that they were going to be uncles...or was it aunts?

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Months passed and Rúmil began to resemble a gigantic hobbit without hairy feet. Actually he wasn't sure he still had feet. He slept a lot, ate a lot and cried a lot.

Lord Celeborn told him he should go on a diet, and then he left to visit more old friends in Dol Guldur.

**

It was about time for poor Rúmil to deliver his child. Elrond came to town for the show and to help. Lady Galadriel was thrilled. She couldn't wait to hold her new...elfling. Orophin and Haldir were pacing and threatening bodily harm to Lord Celeborn.

Lord Celeborn said Rúmil really, really should go on a diet. He decided to visit friends in Barad-Dur but changed his mind when his wife met him at the stable with a tool that cattlemen use to make bulls into steers.

The birth itself was not without pain. Lord Celeborn cried when Orophin and Haldir tied him to a chair and force-fed him all the leftover turnips and honey in their larder.

Galadriel and Elrond gave Rúmil a bit of medicine to help with his pain and soon his child was born. Elrond took the lovely little blond baby from her mother... father...Rúmil and handed her to a most thrilled Galadriel.

"What will you name her, Rúmil?"

"Celebrian," he whispered and fell into an exhausted sleep.

Galadriel held the sweet little bundle in her arms and marveled at her beauty. "She will be like the daughter I never had."

**

Mid-Summer's Eve came again.

There was much food and drink in Lothlórien. Many elves slipped off into the forest for assignations with their lovers as the evening wore on.

One elf did not.

Lord Celeborn sat in his seat on the Royal Dais with a lovely little blond elfling in his arms. He smiled at her as if she hung the moon. She had all the love he needed.

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THE END

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