Larrkin's Nest

Greetings, all! Many thanks for your patience, gentle readers and special huggles go out to Laura who posted the announcement for me last week and to all those who reached out with words of concern and encouragement. RL is, unfortunately, still coming down hard on your author, leaving it near impossible for me to do much more than keep my attention focused there. So although I’m looking forward to, and love responding to your comments, it’s likely I won’t be able to answer you in anything resembling a timely manner. So I beg your pardon, and I ask that you continue practicing your most excellent and stellar patience until I can respond – for I assure you that I, eventually, will reply.

And now, picking up where we left off, Boromir and Faramir were in the midst of being rescued --



A story about Boromir and Faramir that could very well be subtitled: “Wherein Our Angsty Sons of Gondor Act Out and Come Smack Dab Up Against Their Devoted Mentor, Damrod.”

Previous parts archived here.

( Foster Father of The Heart )

Hi everyone!

This is Larrk's pal Laura here. She has asked me to give y'all a head's up about Foster Father of the Heart. Unfortunately, RL has been kicking our beloved author's badunkadunk recently and so, between that and the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday, I must sadly inform you that there will be no chapter posted this week.

She hopes all celebrating have a lovely turkey day and to look for the new chapter possibly next weekend. *sneaks off before she gets spanked* ^_^

When last we left our story an undisclosed number of slathering orcs had Damrod’s boys pinned down in the sewers where the brothers were busily pondering which would be the less dire fate – becoming orc fodder or Damrod fodder. Journey on, my brave, intrepid readers!



A story about Boromir and Faramir that could very well be subtitled: “Wherein Our Angsty Sons of Gondor Act Out and Come Smack Dab Up Against Their Devoted Mentor, Damrod.”

Previous parts archived here.

( Foster Father of The Heart )

Here's where you can keep track of all the parts in Foster Father of The Heart.



A story about Boromir and Faramir that could very well be subtitled: “Wherein Our Angsty Sons of Gondor Act Out and Come Smack Dab Up Against Their Devoted Mentor, Damrod.”

( Foster Father of the Heart )

Well, Faramir and Boromir have done it now. Damrod is vexed! Shall we see what's happening with his boys? Read on, oh ye brave of heart . . . .



A story about Boromir and Faramir that could very well be subtitled: “Wherein Our Angsty Sons of Gondor Act Out and Come Smack Dab Up Against Their Devoted Mentor, Damrod.”

part one is here.

part two is here.

part three is here.

( Foster Father of The Heart )

And now, part three, wherein we hear from a new voice . . . .



A story about Boromir and Faramir that could very well be subtitled: “Wherein Our Angsty Sons of Gondor Act Out and Come Smack Dab Up Against Their Devoted Mentor, Damrod.”

part one is here.

part two is here.

( Foster Father of The Heart )

On to part two, wherein our brothers find themselves . . . well, I’ll quietly step aside and let them get on with it.



A story about Boromir and Faramir that could very well be subtitled: “Wherein Our Angsty Sons of Gondor Act Out and Come Smack Dab Up Against Their Devoted Mentor, Damrod.”

part one is here.

( Foster Father of The Heart )

Part one! Last week an anonymous reader wrote a very nice comment and asked if I had any plans to write another story. I answered that ‘I had been working on something for months and that as soon as I had it banged into presentable shape I'd start posting chapters of 15 - 20 pages a piece, but that I was only about two-thirds of the way finished, so look for it in the future.’ Since this was taking place under a post with a different topic and dated, July 8th, I didn’t think anyone else would notice it, so I was surprised when it lead to a small flurry of other very nice comments urging me to start posting now. I’m twitchy about posting WIPs, but, golly, folks were being so sweet! So I thought about it and looked things over and figured out how to restructure the chapters into smaller parts, and well, here we are. Thanks for your patience, and I hope you enjoy! And, oh yes – this is a “slow burn.”



A story about Boromir and Faramir that could very well be subtitled: “Wherein Our Angsty Sons of Gondor Act Out and Come Smack Dab Up Against Their Devoted Mentor, Damrod.”

( Foster Father of The Heart )

Whad’ya think of the new look? I’ve been on Live Journal for nearly four years and I’ve never updated. So I decided that in honor of my little announcement I’d try something new. What’s the ‘heads up?’

COMING SOON TO LARRK’S JOURNAL – A NEW STORY

*collective gasp!*

Just wanted to let everyone know that I’m getting ready to post part one of a new tale featuring those angsty and (dare I say that word?) naughty sons of Gondor – Boromir and Faramir – in a tale I haven’t yet titled, but could be subtitled as “Wherein Our Angsty Sons of Gondor Act Out and Come Smack Dab Up Against Their Devoted and Unofficial Mentor, Damrod.” :D

Ever hear the description “Slow Burn?” Laura introduced me to it – it’s a phrase used to characterize a story that slowly builds to the big payoff. What a great term! I think my readers will agree that it defines my approach. And it applies to this tale as well, so prepare for a Larrk Slow Burn!

And something else that’s new – I’ll be posting chapters that are shorter in length than my usual 30 plus page monsters. I’ve been advised that a good length for a chapter is anywhere from 3-5 pages. I can’t imagine Le Muse staying within those confines, but we can probably handle chapters that are 5-10 pages long, so I’m aiming for that. I’ve been working on this story for several months, watching it grow and grow. It’s still a WIP, and even though I don’t like beginning to post a story until I’ve finished at least the rough draft, several of you have been so encouraging that I figured I’d go ahead and dive in.

So, to all of you who hungered for a story with Faramir’s first lieutenant (and you know who you are! *wink*) thanks for hanging in there. And to all my gentle readers, thanks, as always, for your patience.

Greetings, all! I have a question for you, dear readers - are any of you unable to access the Nest? A few days ago there were some techie problems on this end and my website was shut down for about 24 hours. By yesterday the problem was resolved and, as far as I know, the Nest opened up again. But, whereas I can access my site again no problem, it still won't open for Laura (who's, ironically, my webmistress.)

So, now I'm curious - are there any others out there who can't jump into the Nest? Give a chirp!

What’s this? A . . . a story? Yes, my patient readers! The muse became inspired after returning from our annual business trip and – ta-da! We have a new story! It felt so great to be writing once again, and I’m delighted to have something to post. Maybe now that the muse has been jump-started it’ll stick around for a while and begin producing again. So let’s continue to keep our collective fingers crossed, as it seems to have worked before. I hope you enjoy!



After Frodo and Sam leave the Fellowship at Parth Galen and paddle across the lake, Sam has something to discuss with Frodo when they arrive on the far shore.

( If It's Good Enough For Strider )

Yes, dear readers, its time once again for “Larrk’s Annual Business Trip.” Those of you who have been with me for a while might recall that every year around this time my ‘business trip’ takes me to a place that is *gulp* computer-free. Tomorrow I’ll begin two weeks of offline limbo, and, you know, it occurs to me that, since I’ll have no keyboard and no modern means of documentation, well, wouldn’t it be just like LeMuse to wake up and come back online when I’m not there to write things down? After all the silence I can just see it choosing this moment to come out and play.

Well, I might not have access to those modern means, but I will have pen and paper, so if my fickle bratling of a muse starts talking I’ll be listening and scribbling. Let’s keep our collective fingers crossed and I’ll see you in a fortnight!

Best to all and Namarie!
Larrk

For several weeks now the cold has been brutal and the snow very deep where I live. But yesterday dancingkatz sent me a pressie that made me giggle and warmed me up, a juicy little avatar I’d like to share with all of you. I don’t know who made it, so, alas, I can’t credit it. But I hope you enjoy, and thanks, dancingkatz!



By the way, does anyone know, are these the real deal? What say you, my friends? Are these actual screen caps of the actors' . . . charms?

Season's Greetings all! Readers have been so kind this year, sending e-cards and holiday wishes - Le Muse and I are feeling downright spoiled and grateful. Something special came my way today from our dear reader Christine aka Dancingkatz. It tickled LMuse and me so that I asked the author if I could share it with all of you, and she graciously agreed. (thank you, Christine!) And so, I present for your enjoyment:

The Twelve Days of Yule (à la Larrkin's Nest)
by Dancingkatz --

1 strong hand
2 mischievous Hobbits
3 stern Rangers
4 weak excuses
5 not-so-smart ideas
6 bottles of Dorwinion wine
7 swordbelts divested
8 exasperating excuses
9 worried looks
10 pranks played
11 eventful episodes (of "certain doom")
12 anxious apologies
*~*~*~*~*~*~*

And a wish for very happy remaining days of the Yuletide season to you all!

Greetings my dear readers!

Yesterday a little sparrow flew into my email and informed me that someone over on Adult Fan Fiction.net had “borrowed” rather freely from one of my stories, Attention Deserved. The little sparrow, a stranger to me, was outraged on my behalf and had gone so far as to leave a scathing review for the offending author. I was touched by this unknown little bird’s concern and I was, naturally, curious. So over to AFF I trotted and what I found in the heading gave me considerable pause. Here’s the author’s description of the story:

Genres: Abuse, Anal, Angst, AU/AR, BDSM, Bond, ChallengeFic, D/s, Dom, Fet, H/C, HJ, Humil, Humour, Language, M/M, N/C, Oral, Other, Pedofelia, Rape, Rim, Romance, Slave, SoloM, Spank, UST, Violence, Voy, WAF, WD, WIP, Yaoi

Warnings: Explicit descriptions of sex, graphic violence, strong language, non/con, Rape, Pedofelia, BDSM, LOTR spoilers, Slave, AU
****

To quote Gwin, “Ew.” I mean, pedophilia? With an ‘f’ even? I admit it – I’m a wuss. I could barely get through the warnings much less actually read the thing, and I didn't. But, if the alleged theft was indeed true I felt kinda sullied to learn that this author had possibly taken my setting(s), relationship(s), and god-knew-what-else(s) to such a place. I did skim some of the first chapter, though, looking for what had so scandalized my little sparrow, and lo and behold I came upon this passage, which occurs soon after the story opens. Does this sound familiar to you?

( take a peek )

Greetings all! Yes, I’m still alive, and I’d love to be writing, but Le Muse is being elusive and contrary and I’m bored to tears and Royally Fed Up. So it’s bunny call time! Help! Does anyone have a stray bunny or two? A prompt? An idea? Something you’ve been longing to see written featuring your favorite(s)? Send it my way and let’s see if we can inspire the muse to rejoin the living. No promises of course, as I never know what will tickle Le Muse’s finicky fancy, but I just know that somewhere out there is a bunny it can’t resist.

In eager anticipation,
Larrk

At last, the conclusion to this duel tale, and – *gasp!* – our tricksy little muse jumped up and tagged on an epilogue to seal things off. It likes to surprise me by staging such ambushes. That being said, I admit that I can’t predict when the next story will show up. But my constant hope is that it won’t be long. ‘Till then, thanks for reading, and special hugs to all who have encouraged and delighted the muse and me with your supportive responses!



Two very similar stories – Frodo decides to assert his adulthood, and in the course of stopping him, Legolas recalls a time when Glorfindel stopped him from doing the same thing.

part one is here.

part two is here.

part three is here

( The Comfort of Consequences – part IV-Epilogue )

100,000! Or – One-hundred thousand! Either way, it looks beautiful. I’m grateful to all my readers who have so enthusiastically supported my little Middle Earth Nest. This place is home to me, where the muse and I happily play and create and reveal those untold stories about the characters we all love. I’m rich beyond measure to have a readership willing to come play and enjoy our special vision.

So, many thanks to you all, and here’s to the next 100,000! Or – Two-hundred thou!

Namarie!
Larrk
PS: Look for the final chapter of 'Comfort' tomorrow or the next day. I'm just finishing up dotting the i's and crossing the t's. :D ~L

Part three – and now we know why our young elf is stretched out over Glorfindel’s knee. Legolas literally landed in some BIG trouble. He knows he has this coming, but from Glorfindel! Yikes! Of all the rotten luck! Legolas is horrified, his secret passion for this glorious elf making his humiliation all the worse.

Next time we return to Frodo for the final part of this story. His spanking was just beginning when we left him, and Legolas learned from the best, so our Frodo has an ordeal of his own ahead of him. But first, Legolas once again comes up against Glorfindel’s talents in administering a spanking . . . .



Two very similar stories – Frodo decides to assert his adulthood, and in the course of stopping him, Legolas recalls a time when Glorfindel stopped him from doing the same thing.

part one is here.

part two is here.

( The Comfort of Consequences – part III )

Onward to part two! We pick up where part one left off, sometime in the past, long before Aragorn was born and long before the Quest. Legolas is now a very young elf, the equivalent of a teenager, and he’s decided that he’s tired of being treated like a kid. It’s time to ‘grow up.’ So he’s left behind his mischievous life with Elladan and Elrohir and he’s been dedicating himself to becoming an independent adult elf.

After avoiding both Rivendell and the twins for, “ . . . a short while – a hundred years or so . . .” he once again finds himself back in Rivendell, where, to his delight, the twins are away from home and Glorfindel (for whom Legolas has held a secret passion since, oh, forever,) is in residence. So, without further ado, part two!



Two very similar stories – Frodo decides to assert his adulthood, and in the course of stopping him, Legolas recalls a time when Glorfindel stopped him from doing the same thing.

part one is here.

( The Comfort of Consequences – part II )