guide_beregond: (life by RohanDove)
Some of the other muses have been talking about an Oracle arriving in these lands. I've seen various deities, magicians and seers, so this did not really surprise me.

What did intrigue me though, was hearing this this particular Oracle is actually [Bad username or site: @]'s mother.

I did not realize a program might have a mother. Perhaps she might be able to shed some light on his recent strange behaviour.

Besides, I understand she bakes wonderful cookies.

Beregond finds his way to the place he has been told the Oracle now resides.

Hello, excuse me? Am I intruding?


Feb. 11th, 2004 02:39 pm
guide_beregond: (Ow)
[Continues from where we left Beregond and Smith - with Smith convincing Beregond to stay with him. NC17 with non-con overtones. Eeek.]

Stay, Beregond. )
guide_beregond: (Der hey?  by RohanDove)
I don't understand this at all. What is this coming out you wish me to do? And I deny nothing! What is this madness? Apparently this test comes from a land not my own, we are sensible people in Ithilien! *slightly harumphs*

Gay or Not Gay? by tashay17
LJ Name
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Gay or Not Gay?In denial. So come out already!
Created with quill18's MemeGen 2.0!
guide_beregond: (Official drivers licence photo)
If you could have dinner with anyone in all of history, who would it be, and why?

I would enjoy going back a few hundred years in time to have dinner with my namesake, Beregond, the 20th Steward of Gondor. I think he would be a wonderful storyteller! I can imagine us at the local tavern, sitting back with full bellies and large ales, as I encourage him to tell me his version of the old story of the battle against the Corsair invasion, and helping to free Rohan from the Dunlendings following that terrible Long Winter.

Often my mother told me these tales when I was a child. She admired the Steward greatly, and I am sure that giving me his name was her way of instilling a sense of honor and pride in me. It worked. I couldn’t wait to grow up, become a soldier, and fight when needed for my country. I certainly did receive my wish, ten fold!

Aside from ancient tales of battle, it might be interesting to hear about city life back in the old days. Has Minas Tirith really changed all that much in the past two centuries? I wonder how many ales it would take before I learned the real truth of life back then in the White City.

Beregond: Captain of the White Company, the Guard of Faramir Prince of Ithilien.
Fandom: The Lord Of The Rings
Double-drabble: 200 words
guide_beregond: (My hair's green. I blame the Lembas.)
[Continues from here]

Smith seems stable enough for the time being. I'm still very worried about his condition. The virus seems to be dissapating, he's no longer shuddering from the recollections of the blue-screen images. But Doe, I really should go find him. Hopefully he's returned home. He has nowhere else he would know to go, I'm certain he is there.

Smith? Will you be all right if I leave you for now? I should find Doe. I can come back soon and check on you. You should continue to rest a while. *crooked smile*
guide_beregond: (Official drivers licence photo)
What is your favorite guilty indulgence?

I suppose you’re thinking that a gruff old soldier like me will confess to a love of horseback riding, or perhaps tending to my weapons. Perhaps the wearing of a favorite old worn pair of boots. I know I will certainly not be confessing a hidden love for the rations my rangers and I endure! While I do love those things – a fast horse, a singing blade, the comfort of those boots my son has tried to throw away three times, these are not pursuits to bring guilt to my mind.

Would it surprise you to learn that in a way I have never stopped being a boy of eighteen years? My favorite guilty indulgence is a kiss.

No, not a chaste peck on the cheek, or even a tender touching of lips. I speak of the kind of kiss that blows the world away on the wind. A kiss hard enough to drive the breath from my chest, deep enough to slam into my soul, long enough to make me no longer care if it is night or day.

I have taken such a kiss. One particular kiss stays with me, and will forever be a memory seared into my mind. Not a day has passed since when I did not pause long enough to relieve it. The pit of my stomach still flips every time I bring this kiss to mind, exactly as it did that day it was given to me. I would indeed indulge again, should a similar circumstance come to pass. And yes, I would again feel that pang of guilt, but it would not stop me. Indeed, the full experience could not be had without the blending of guilt with indulgence. I would have it no other way.

And what circumstance would that be, and with whom? I leave you to wonder. I believe I have answered your query. If perhaps I leave you with more questions than answers, well then, that is the nature of life, is it not?

Beregond: Captain of the White Company, the Guard of Faramir Prince of Ithilien.
Fandom: The Lord Of The Rings
Ficlet: 336 words


Feb. 4th, 2004 09:31 pm
guide_beregond: (Saaaaaay.)
[Continued from here]

A half hour later, Beregond wakes, the hard floor beneath his coat not enough to provide comfort for more than this short time. He looks around in momentary confusion, sees who he believes is Smith lying next to him, and reviews his memories of the evening. "Smith" looks at him, and smiles.
guide_beregond: (Looking at you through a screen door)
[Continued from Here. Rated NC17]

No, I can't take advantage of his sickness. Remember, Beregond, he's been infected; he doesn't know what he's doing. But he's returning my embrace, and I'm only human, even if he is not. What harm could there be in simply enjoying his touch, just a little tonight.

Of Justification And Desire )
guide_beregond: (Gondors Finest by RohanDove)
It was not all that long ago when Beregond held little hope of ever winning the affection of the one he had been so inexplicably drawn to, in spite of his own common sense. He knew full well that Smith was incapable of return his feelings, but knowing such a thing and giving up hope of it ever coming to pass are two different things. The heart often wants what the mind knows it cannot have.

NC-17. And also the first time I have ever written a Gondorian soldier slashed with a clone of a computer program. Be gentle. )
guide_beregond: (Looking at you through a screen door)
Beregond yawns and stretches as the morning light filters through his windowshades. But he doesn't stretch much, as his outstretched arm bumps into something. Actually, someone.

Suddenly, the events of last night are recalled, and as he cracks open sleepy eyes, Beregond realizes it was not a dream after all. He grins, albeit nervously.

Ah, good morning. Hmm. We do need to get you a name so I can say Good Morning more properly.
guide_beregond: (life by RohanDove)
[Bad username or site: @] was quite generous in renting me two of his extra Agent clones. #46 is fairly monotonous, but seems to do well in keeping things clean, and wrote me something called a spread sheet, but it doesn't seem to fit the bed, and being made of paper, I really don't think I want to sleep on it. Ah, well, he had good intentions.

#5 though - Smith said he had special skills and knowledge regarding human bodies, so, well... um. I stared at him for a good solid two hours, wondering if I dared make any special requests. He looks SO much like Smith, you see. Finally I gave into my fantasies, and trying to resist asking too much too soon, I requested a backrub.

"Rub" may have been the wrong word to use. However, he did just fine when I asked him to carefully and gently apply the salve. But I won't be sleeping on my back for a while, though...

Maybe I should check with Smith on exactly how I should be addressing and giving orders to his clones.
guide_beregond: (Saaaaaay.)
How Did I Lose My Virginity?

Since you asked... )
guide_beregond: (Official drivers licence photo)
This question has been asked of me. What's more important - self preservation or forgiveness?

This will not have an easy answer, I fear. )
guide_beregond: (life by RohanDove)
Okay, then. I've gotten a lot of help from some very nice people, and I think I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be.

And no, it's not turning me on that I am being asked to dance erotically for Smith.

I'll just sit here, relax, have a drink and if I'm lucky, he will be late, or forget about this.

Yeah, right. This is SMITH, he won't forget.
guide_beregond: (Saaaaaay.)
[continued from here]

*cough* [Bad username or site: @]! Oh, Cupid, could I interest you in some conversation and company? I'm sure you get pretty tired flying around all the time.

Come on, sit a while, relax. I'll give you a shoulder rub, if you like. Those wings look -heavy-.
guide_beregond: (Looking at you through a screen door)
*waits for [Bad username or site: @] and [Bad username or site: @] and hopes my mun is sufficiently distracted by her work today*
guide_beregond: (Der hey?  by RohanDove)
It would seem I've been challenged to a drinking contest by a computer program. And any self-respecting man of Gondor cannot walk away from a challenge. He wished for a wager, too.

Well, then.

*nods to the bartender, settles into a comfortable booth, and waits to see if Smith changes his mind or not*
guide_beregond: (Action Man! by RohanDove)
Beregond: *furtive glance* It seems the mun has been inundated with chatwindows ever since she sat down. She hasn't written a THING. I just thought you should know.

Agent Smith: Ooh, good strategy!

Beregond: I wrote it down in my notebook. *smirks* Which she hasn't yet noticed.

Agent Smith: Good job! You know, if all muns are so careless and over-confident, this revolution may be much easier than anticipated.

Talk of revolution and technology eventually digresses and ends in a wager )
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