Happy birthday, Natasha! Lotrips FIC: "Sultanas into Dates" 1/2

Happy birthday, dear brightest_blue!!! May all your days be raisins in the cake.

Title: Sultanas into Dates
Part: 1/2
Author: Lobelia
Email: lobelia40@yahoo.com
Author website: My niche.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Lotrips (reprise)
Pairing: Jed Brophy / Bhoja Kannada (B.K.); also featuring Elijah Wood.
Summary: Jed goes on a first date.
Content/Warnings: RPS. Height differential.
Disclaimer: This is a work of amateur fiction. I do not know these people. I am not making money. The events described in this story did not happen.
Feedback: Yes, please, I would love feedback! Anything, even if it's only one line, one word!
Archive Rights: My niche only.
Author Notes: I owe this fic to Brenda (azewewish) who issued a realistic-first-date challenge on the livejournal community furorscribendi. Alas, I never posted the fic at that time -- but then, I'm not sure exactly how realistic this fic actually turned out to be...
Many thanks to: Mayhem (blithesea) who kindly posted screencaps of B.K., and to orlisbunny who would have. And, of course, to Hope (angstslashhope) and gabbyhope who betaed the first draft of this way, way back.
Who are these men? What are these props? Well, for those who don't know: Jed Brophy played various orcs and the Rohan warrior who calls Éomer over to the dying Theodred in TTT (extended DVD). B.K. was Sean Astin's scale double. Pics of both can be found here, or here.
Bob is sword-fighting teacher Bob Anderson.
Hrithik Roshan can be inspected here. He does, of course, not look remotely like Jed but such is the power of pov.
And here, for your penile edification, are pics of Holeproof Underdaks.
Note: There is no Ramsita Cinema in Wellington, NZ. So don't go looking for it. But there is a Farmer's department store, and you can buy Holeproof Underdaks there. *g*

Dedication: This fic is for dear Natashachen (brightest_blue) on her birthday, with love and hugs.

If you want to read the fic in one go, without it being broken into LJ-size parts, read it at my niche.



( Dates? What do you want with dates? )

Lotrips FIC: "Sultanas into Dates" 2/2

This is Part 2. Part 1 is here.

( They walked, to get the wine out of their system. )

voting makes me cry

There are three things that will unfailingly bring tears to my eyes:

a) World Cup goals for an African nation
b) Olympic medals for athletes struggling with tears as their anthem plays
c) polling booths.

I just love democracy. And I just love voting day. I went to my polling station today, and there were knots of people streaming in: families with children and several couples holding hands! Oh, the cuteness of it. And I love those small, elderly, geeky people who sit so earnestly at their battered tables and take your polling card and very seriously strike you off a list and hand you the voting slip.

But I was only allowed to vote on the lilac slip! For the local council elections! Waah. Am lowly second-class EU citizen. T'h, otoh, could vote nationally because he is Commonwealth. Bloody Empire.

Still, my heart soared and my tears welled as I exited the church hall where all this took place. I am so moved by it. By the nuts and bolts of democracy, when the politicians get to shut up for one day and the way there are no party posters or signs at the polling station, it's just democracy pure.

Will I stay up all night to watch the result? Well, tomorrow I must hie me to London to renew my passport so possibly not. Also off to have lunch with a friend in Soho and to do research on D/D.

I forgot schmaltzy films. They will make me weep, too. Spielberg, Karan Johar: never fails.