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Lord Erestor of Imladris decides to make his sage advice available to the Elven realms, and
advertises a weekly Advice for the Lovelorn column in the Imladris Inquisitor.
Notes
Master Erestor of Imladris will be available to answer all those questions you've been dying to ask
but were too embarrassed. Simply address your questions to "Master Erestor, c/o Imladris
Inquisitor" and he will respond promptly. Anonymity guaranteed.
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Dear Master Erestor,
I need your help. I am a very old elf. I have lived through many battles. I have seen things that
would make lesser elves cry. Nothing frightens me...NOTHING! But lately,...my spouse has been
asking again for 'pleasures'. This frightens me. You see...to enter there is like entering a very cold
place. A place where hopes and dreams go to wither. I am afraid that my....member will also
wither! I have been avoiding her...saying that I have a headache...but she sees all. She knows
where my passions lie.
I have taken a young, pudgy male sentry as my lover. I am in bliss! I do not want to give that up
and go back to that cold place. HELP ME!!
Not from Lothlrien
Dear Icebreaker,
It is not unusual for the fires of passion to dim a bit after so many years together. What you need to
do is rekindle that fire. Candlelight, flowers, buy her candy and jewelry. You know, romance
her. No, scratch the jewelry. She already has a Ring of Power, can you say, "gilding the lily"?
Have you considered asking your pudgy male sentry to join you in hell... I mean, in bed with your
spouse? A little somethin'-something' for all three of you? If you maneuver things right, you may
not even have to go near the tip of the iceberg. Just a thought.
Respectfully,
Master Erestor of Imladris
PS - I don't blame you at all, that mind-speak thing is rather disconcerting. It's just wrong. Imagine
how embarrassed I was when she intruded upon the impure thoughts I had about you. Whoops.
Didn't mean to write that...
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Dear Master Erestor,
I don't LIKE to write letters or do much thinking about things...I just like to DO THEM! But I
have this problem with my lover. He fusses and whines and pouts when I try to have him perform
oral pleasures on me! He insists that I am too large (which I AM) and that I hurt his delicate facial
muscles. WHINER!!
Am I too large when he's playing 'spin cycle' on top of my member?? Am I too large when I do
that thing with the honey?? NO, definitely NO!
Now...STOP whining AND stop helping all of these silly, stupid elves with their dopey problems
and let's play 'lollipop' together!!
Guess who!!
Dear Goldilocks,
Try thinking with the head on top of your body and not "Little Glory". That would be a start.
Perhaps your lover is tired of pleasuring you orally. Have you ever offered to return the favor?
Didn't think so.
Respectfully,
Master Erestor of Imladris
PS - Our rooms. One hour. Bring the honey. I really liked that. And please hang up your tunic.
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Dear Master Erestor,
I SOO have this problem...and ....like ....I don't know what to do. See...I've got this really HOT
brother. He like...does this pouty thing with his mouth...and I SOOO want to stick myself inside
of it!! I just like...so want him! He is SOO completely...like....beautiful! I would SOO kill to look
like him.
But here is the bad part! He like....doesn't even look at me!! He pleasures himself A LOT!! But
...like...I could be SOO doing that for him.
Do I like...make the first move??? Or do I like...go, 'sib-cest is SOO wrong???' I'm gonna need
some help here, comprende?? So...like make your answer REAL simple.
Elro...a twin
Dear Doppelganger,
I will make my response simple enough so that even an imbecile such as you can understand.
You are a twin. You DO look like him. What part of "twin" do you not understand?
Just out of curiosity, are you identical everywhere? Surely you have looked when he pleasures
himself.
Finally, love between twins is never wrong. Quite on the contrary, it is revered by the One above
all. I heartily encourage you to pursue the relationship with your twin.
Respectfully,
Master Erestor of Imladris
Make my feelings known?? Or just be happy for him that he has found someone, who in my
estimation does NOT treat him well.
I love you...I mean...thank you!
Dear Jilted,
First, I would offer my condolences on the loss of your loved one. Sometimes the ones we love
the most are the ones we are forced to let go. It is a tragic thing, love...
I understand your pain, for once upon a time I loved you... I mean... someone, but our love was
not meant to be. He was always 'too tired', or his children needed something... such whiny brats I
have never seen. The heir... Ai. A self-absorbed, promiscuous blowhard. And the spare? Horrors.
I have seen more brains in a box of rocks. They were hot, thought.
And let's not even get started on the daughter... she fancied herself in looooove. With a HUMAN,
no less, YOUR OWN FOSTER SON! Do you see something wrong with that?? You always had
to run off and bail her out of one emotional crisis after another, and you never gave any thought to
me at all. Noooo, your precious children came first.
Then that bloody Ring was found, and the Halflings arrived and ate us out of hearth and home,
and you never had time for me. We made love MAYBE once a moon-time, because you were
always "too busy" or "too tired" or "studying lore". Is it any wonder I dumped you and found
someone who worships me? Who always craves my body? Who can never get enough of me?
No? Good. I'm glad you're miserable. You hurt me, deeply. I love you still, but I hope you rot in
the deepest, dankest dungeons of Dol Guldur for the way you neglected me. I've moved on. Deal
with it.
Respectfully,
Master Erestor of Imladris
PS - My arse is really, really sore from playing "bounce the Balrog" with a certain unnamed
Elven-lord. Just wanted you to remember what you gave up. He's hung like... well, I don't want to
sound clich but he's hung like a Mearas. Really.
PSS - Sometimes, late at night, when Stallion-boy is snoring so loudly he could wake the dark
things from the pits of Moria, I lie next to him and think about you, and wish things could have
been different.
PSSS - But not that frequently. Usually Stallion-boy wakes up and we play giddy-up until dawn.
PSSSS - That suspicious stain on your favorite upholstered chair in the library? It's honey. Don't
ask.
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