Tom, Dick, and Hairy?
Type: FPS
Rating: PG
Pairing: OMC/OFC
Disclaimer: The characters you recognize belong to Tolkien. I am just borrowing them to play with. I promise to return them with smiles on their faces.
Beta: The Magic Rat
Warning: Het between a cave troll and an orc. :-)
Notes: This is a birthday fic for Master Erestor. The bunny came from her. Mauburz belong to her and the Magic Rat. Rattie did the Mauburz speech for me. Happy Birthday, Erestor!!!
Summary: The day the residents of Imladris have been awaiting has finally arrived.
It started out as a normal evening, or as normal as things are in the Last Homely House. The dinner had been superb as usual, the cooks having done their best to impress the visiting traders from Rohan. Everyone had gathered in the Hall of Fire, tales being told. But when Fin stood to begin another dramatic retelling of his battle with the Balrog, everyone but the visitors groaned and prayed for a miracle. Fin was just getting into his tale, with much eye rolling and grumbling from those that had heard it a million times already, when their prayers were answered.
The door to the Hall was flung open and two forms entered. With a gasp, the visitors reached for the weapons only to recall they had left them in their rooms. Fear and shock rolled from them in waves, until they looked once more. The leader, realizing that none of the residents seemed worried or surprised by the newcomers, wondered at the insanity that seemed rampant in this strange vale. Where else would one see a cave troll dressed in a fluffy pink bathrobe, carrying what looked to be an orc, a heavily pregnant orc to boot, dressed in a shocking green bathrobe.
"Milord, it is time!" the cave troll exclaimed, hurrying to Elrond. His burden was obviously not happy with him, for the orc was beating on his chest and yelling at him.
"Put Mauburz down! No need carry me can walk!" the orc growled. The anger would have normally caused the visitors to either attack or hide under the nearest rock. But no one else seemed to worry. In fact, an air of excitement permeated the room.
Elrond smiled. "Take her to the healing wing, Marvin. I will be right behind you," and he followed Marvin out of the hall, albeit at a much slower pace.
"What was that?" the leader asked the elf that had been sitting next to him, only to realize that he was speaking to thin air, for the room had cleared rapidly. Everyone seemed to be following the strange group. Curious, the leader signaled for his group and they followed the motley crew.
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Settling his wife on a bed, Marvin placed a gentle kiss on her brow only to be punched in his solar plexus. "Mauburz, my love, please..."
"No touch Mauburz! This all your fault!" was the response along with another hit, this one causing him to stagger.
Elrond stepped in to moderate before he had two patients this evening. A moody orc was more than enough. "Marvin, I know you want to stay by her side, but I feel it would be best if you went out to wait in the sitting room with the others."
His head hanging, Marvin gave one last loving look at his wife before doing as Elrond had asked.
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"How is she? Is it born yet? What are you going to name it?" The questions flew at Marvin as he settled himself on the floor in close to Fin and Erestor. He could only shake his head mournfully. His heart and thoughts were still on the beautiful creature in the other room.
Erestor took Marvin's hand in his, stroking it soothingly while Lindir settled on the floor beside him, wrapping his arms around him as best he could in comfort. "She will be fine, Marvin. She is in the best of hands."
Marvin's head snapped up as loud cursing emanated from the other room and he longed to rush to Mauburz side. If anything happened to her, his beautiful elven princess, he did not know if he would be able to go on living. Looking to Erestor, he whispered, "Will she be alright?" His hold on the advisor's hand tightened. He relaxed his hold however, when he noticed the grimace of pain on his friend's face. "Please, tell me she will be fine."
Erestor smiled. "She will be fine, you will see," his smile growing even brighter when a loud squawk came from the other room, along with the low voice of the orc crooning to the newborn. "I believe congratulations are in order, ada," Erestor said with a grin, which changed to one of shock when a second, deeper squawk was heard. "Twins?" he whispered in shock, only to be answered by a loud scream that echoed through the halls.
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Elrond opened the door to the room and smiled at the assemblage, looking battered and bruised, but quite happy. "Marvin, you may come in and meet your family now." Dead silence filled the room at his words.
With a rush, Marvin was on his feet and in three steps, which had everyone scrambling to save all that was breakable from the earthquake of Marvin's passing, was at Mauburz bedside.
"Elrond?" Erestor asked quietly and promptly fainted in shock when Elrond held up his hand.
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"Mauburz? Are you well, my love?" Marvin asked, awe filling his face as he took in the sight of his beloved and much awaited family. When she motioned for him to sit, he did so gingerly to not break the bed or its occupants. "May I hold..." he started to ask, his words interrupted by loud squalling that flooded the room. Deciding that actions would be better than words, for words would be drowned out, Marvin reached out to pluck his children from his wife's arms, cradling them close. He had a silly grin plastered on his face as he took in the beautiful forms in his arms. Never had he seen such perfection. The angelic faces made him beam with pride, even as he wished for earplugs.
"I will call you Tom," he said to the first infant, who had the same features as his cousin George, granted they were much more refined for George was not a beauty as his namesake was. "I will call you Richard," he said to the second infant, who looked like he could be a noble king, besides, Marvin had always liked the name Richard and his wife had told him he could name the child.
Looking at the last bundle in his arms, Marvin smiled, "I will call you.... HAIRY?!?!? Elrond!" he bellowed, his fury filling the room.
Elrond flew into the room, a trail of curious faces peering in the door, which he had left open in his wake. "Marvin, what is it? What is wrong?"
"This is not ours, put it back." Marvin was close to tears. His third child was hideous. It looked like.... like... an elf. The third child had a head of the finest mithril hair, daintily pointed ears, and large green eyes that looked at her father curiously. But, when a tiny hand reached out and touched his face, Marvin's heart melted. I will call you Luthien, for you deserve a name such as she carried."