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Elenwë of the Vanyar (vanya_elenwe) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2013-05-06 21:17:00

Entry tags:

!closed, !plot

Who: Elenwë and Turgon
What: Um, things are weird. Seriously weird.
Where: Their rooms!
When: Morning, 5/7
Warnings | Status: brief mentions of nudity | in progress

Sunlight twinkled through the window, filtering over Turgon's face with a gentle warmth that carefully roused him from his sleep. The morning was like every other and so like every other he woke alone. The bed beside him was cold, though a mere room away his wife slept peacefully and would too wake on her own. It made his heart twitch in empathy and a deep, profound pain but when he opened his eyes to the sunlight he couldn't help but smile. It was beautiful, and they would be okay no matter the many nights they spent alone until they didn't. Turgon stretched, blinking awkwardly at the sheer length of the clothes he'd fallen asleep in. They were large, he was practically swimming in them it felt like, with all the added fabric. They hung off his frame when he sat up, and pushed the blanket away.

What was--

He blinked, looking at his hands and then a soft, round shape of a breast peeking from the shirt that hung from his shoulders. Alarm echoed in his head and Turgon raced from the bed at once, stumbling as his feet hit the ground at a distance he wasn't expecting. The bed was higher than it had ever been and his clothing tripped him up, the length of it tangling about his feet as he scrambled away and pressed himself against the wall. He pulled his shirt up over his shoulder, blushing uncontrollably though he'd seen that particular body part a thousand times.

"Elenwë!" he called, his voice not the deep, musical sound of a man, but the smooth, lyrical sound of silver bells in its femininity. "Elenwë!" panic surged through his heart and he scowled as he got tangled in his pants again, hefting the hem of them as he sped from the room and toward her own, taking twice as many steps since he couldn't cover as much ground on such short legs. "Elenwë! Wake up!" blonde hair spilled over his shoulders, and his ears stood in misunderstanding and despair.

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turukano
2013-05-07 04:45 am UTC (link)

Elenwë was drowsing in that warm sunlight that trickled through her window in the early morning. It was lovely and warm, almost warming the icy cold side of the bed that was supposed to be Turukáno's. In time. There was no hurry, no need to rush anything. They would find their path, she knew it. They had to.

But her drowsy morning nap was suddenly ended when she realized that her feet were cold. Because they were...hanging off the end of the bed. What? And come to think of it, her nightgown was feeling terribly short! She sat up, black hair tangling down into her face.

Black hair!?

And there was certainly something about her that did not feel right! Her hands went to her chest and she let out a cry as she realized that there was something very definitely missing. And another cry as she realized that there was most certainly something where it should not be!

But her scream was not hers - although it was as familiar as if it were.

"Sara!" she screamed, her voice deeper than any sound that had escaped her lips, and she leapt out of bed, heading towards the living room, forgiving that the door to the room had only six and a half foot clearance.

The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back on the ground, her hand pressed to her wounded forehead.

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vanya_elenwe
2013-05-07 04:53 am UTC (link)

He didn't hear the crack so much as feel it in the air, and feel the energy shift when Elenwë hit the ground. Panic raged again, and he ran the last two feet, ducking through the doorway though he'd.. had no need to, his eyes alighting upon.. Upon himself.

He was laying on the floor! How? How was this--"Elenwë!" he said, concern and misunderstanding apparent in his eyes, his voice, and most especially his ears as he knelt beside her. Him! Himself. She! Elenwë.

Eru! He knelt beside the elf and reached up to pull the hand from the wounded brow. "What is happening? Elenwë?" he questioned, "What is this!" It was wrong, there was something fundamentally wrong with this whole experience. He went to sleep a man last night and woke this morning a woman! What sorcery! What madness!

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turukano
2013-05-07 04:59 am UTC (link)

Elenwë felt her eyes flutter open at the touch, and she cried out again when she found herself looking up at...at herself. She reached up and gently put her...very large hand on...his...her...? cheek.

She was nearly hyperventilating at the strangeness of it all, and she sat up quickly.

"Sara, Sara, what is this...how am I...how am I you...and you me...is this - "

She couldn't help but laugh.

"This is the strangest thing I have ever seen! You should not have wished to be a woman yesterday, Sara, look at what you have done!"

There was a brightness in the grey eyes and her smile was broad, her ears perked rather cutely.

"How ever do you handle doorframes?"

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vanya_elenwe
2013-05-07 05:06 am UTC (link)

"Ai!" he scowled, "I did not wish--" but he had, hadn't he? He'd told Lady Maryanne that he wouldn't mind being a woman, as there was nothing to be ashamed of about it. And here he was! A woman. His wife, aye! Which was far more pleasing than being someone else. He blinked, looked down at the body that was not his, the hands that were not his own, and the softness and curves! He blushed and his ears--her ears--tipped awkwardly.

"Ai I did not know you were so short," he said, unable to formulate words beyond that simple statement. "How do you walk anywhere? It took me a whole minute to get here!" But her laugh was infectious, and he broke down with her too, feeling relieved for the moment to be able to laugh about this strange predicament.

"You must remember to duck," he said.

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turukano
2013-05-07 05:14 am UTC (link)

"Aye, I shall! It is quite uncomfortable, running into things like that. But I do not think I injured you - me - anywhere, at least not permanently."

She raised an eyebrow imperiously, trying to mock the very look he'd given her many times.

"Oh? I should think you would know it well. Although I must say that I did not realize that you were so towering either. I suppose it is quite easy to walk as quickly as you do, with such long legs."

She ran her fingers over her ears curiously, and through her hair.

"I know how soft your hair is, but somehow it feels softer here like this. It is lovely, Sara. Lovely. And this could be...I don't know, this could be fun. It is not as if there are privacy issues, after all. I know your body nearly as well as mine."

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vanya_elenwe
2013-05-07 05:27 am UTC (link)

She gave him that look he'd given her a thousand times, and for a moment he stared. Did he really look like that at her? He blinked himself awake though and looked back down at the body he was occupying. What was this? Having to roll his sleeves up, he freed his hands for the moment and pawed around at his own body. Her body. He'd..

He hadn't touched her in five hundred years and he blushed now at his own touching and stopped immediately, ducking his head briefly. "Sorry! I am sorry.. there is no privacy issue, no." He shivered and covered his face with his .. surprisingly small hands. "Eru, I suppose there is naught we may do but go with it! Will we ever be.. returned, I wonder?" he frowned and pushed himself to his feet, reaching to help her. Him. Him to his feet.

".. we must discuss what we will do with our.. family." He smiled slowly, though it was as shy as ever he smiled and entirely foreign to her face. "Shall we play with them a while?"

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turukano
2013-05-07 05:32 am UTC (link)

"Play with them? With our family? Oh, that could be fun. Although they might not be terribly happy to discover that we have done so. But who knows when we shall have this chance again."

She watched him as he touched himself - herself - then had to look away at the yearning she felt. But she pushed it down and smiled a little at the strange expression on his - her face.

"But I do not think you know how to be a woman, Sara. I think this is something you will fail at miserably."

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vanya_elenwe
2013-05-07 06:49 am UTC (link)

"Yes!" he agreed solemnly, holding up trousers that would no longer fit about his waist because he was remarkably.. thicker than Elenwë. "You must teach me! I have no idea how to behave as a woman... I have not had to learn!" he despaired, folding his arms across his chest, which was oddly.. weird because of her breasts getting in his way. He looked down at them again and couldn't stop the sly grin from touching his face.

But it faded when he forced it away and he pushed himself to focus.

"Teach me! How do you lace up a dress? Will you show me? You wear so many layers I do not know where to start."

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turukano
2013-05-07 07:49 am UTC (link)

"I shall be glad to! I think every man should have to see how much time it takes a woman to dress properly. The way Men dress is so much more comfortable!"

She had not missed the look that he had given her breasts, and it did not bring her the least bit of embarrassment. Rather, she was hugely amused by it all, and inside held a secret hope that it would make things better between them.

"But it is not just dressing. It is how people treat you, and how hard you must try to be taken seriously. You will see."

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