Uhm, yes. This is what you get when your next-room-neighbour does late night skyping and wakes you with her shrieks, and then upon checking the flist you stumble over this week's prompt at 15_minute_fic. -_- However this came out of it I don't know. My mind is a scary place.

I guess I should warn for language, OOC-ness of a sort, slash and allusions to non-con incest, but then this is a humour-ish (if lame, I can't write that sort of thing) story, and harmless if you know the context. Also, with a terminus ante quem of 4th century AD Egypt, toothpaste doesn't seem like such an anachronism for appearing here.

( Snip. )

To write something, I just joined 15_minute_fic. 15 minutes of writing, about 5 of rough editing, and something vaguely ficlet-ish happened.

Fandom: The Silmarillion
Characters: The Sons of Fëanor (especially Maglor)
Rating: PG for mentions of violence
Word count: 398
For word #104: Acquire

( Oath Fulfilled )