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The Politically Correct Brothel Fic  by Lindorien 10 Review(s)
TeresaReviewed Chapter: 1 on 3/20/2004
Thank you for sharing your socioeconimocalscientificpokerophile thoughts on so serious a subject with the rest of us. Greatly honoured to read this much enlightened - oh, well, politically correct - dialogue.

However, if this is meant to be serious The Valar protect us on the day you decide to be funny. I have heard that one can really die laughing and IŽd rather not try.

Author Reply: You liked?

You know anybody in Stockholm perhaps? I've been waiting and waiting for that call. Perhaps if I published this in a socioeconomicopolitico scienfico journal?

THAT would give it presence.

You should know, Dear Teresa, that I have been told by the BEST People that I am NOT funny.

Although, perhaps the problem was that they were not funny?

On this, I shall ponder.

Lindorien

EomerofEastfoldReviewed Chapter: 1 on 3/11/2004
*Weeps and shudders at the thought of ANYONE being with movie Denethor*

*Clears throat*

Um, we all fight to blow his horn? I think I uttered aloud a certain word beginning with the letter D when I read that. *Clears throat again* And I thought it was embarassing to walk into a gas station one day to have the cashier shout "Thank God for men!" *Coughs* Twould be a huge self-esteem boost to know a woman thought......

*Shakes head*

No, best not to think about it. Must remain sensible and pure of mind.

Oh, and please excuse me if I've said anything wrong. I do not mean to.

Author Reply: Dear demented dead movie!Denethor. If I'd been forced to play that part, I'd have flung myself from the highest parapets of Minas Tirith in despair also.

As long as this made you laugh, Eomer. I am satisfied.

Maeglin the TraitorReviewed Chapter: 1 on 2/22/2004
Maeglin strides into the brothel. Not really his cup of tea usually, but Curufin wanted to check it out. Maeglin is resting. He picks up the Gondorian Times' "Out and about Minas Tirith" listings to try and plan the evening's activities. His eye falls on a review of this politically correct establishment.

His eyebrows raise in astonishment and he whirls to glare yet again at the Scribe of Gondor, "You! You never told me that Lord said, ‘Let there be obscenity!'" *Maeglin eyes the quivering Lindorien. He does not like her, but still he is moved to pity. Yes, someone needs to do this ugly deed. He is Maeglin the Traitor. He is qualified to be merciless.*

"My dear, if this is indeed what the Lord requires, you are failing miserably!"

Maeglin the Traitor

P.S. Very, very funny as always!

Author Reply:


Agreed it is that

I have failed miserably
at producing obscenity
'twas not for lack of trying
it is simply lack of plying
sufficient adjectives
to imply the suggestives
required to make pedestrian
innuendo Gondorian

Lindorien retreats to her place under the corner table, taking a pint of ale with a Miruvor chaser to comfort her.


AzureDragonessReviewed Chapter: 1 on 2/21/2004
And the Lord said, "Let there be obscenity!"
And this poem was born ;3

Actually, I liked it. Now then, anyone have a lighter? Or a sharp object, perhaps. Anyone?

Author Reply:

No lighters or sharp objects, unfortunately AzureDragoness. Would a ticking package do ya? I have a few of them around here somewhere. They seem to arrive with increasing regularity of late. I usually just toss 'em into the swimming pool and forget about 'em, but there's likely a live one out by the doghouse.
...
...
...
I should probably move that one.

Glad you liked it.

Lindorien


runaroundReviewed Chapter: 1 on 1/28/2004
oh god.... stomach hurts..... must... stop.... laughing......

*falls out of chair*

Author Reply: Oh dear - It was not my intention to cause anyone to die laughing. Or was that possibly your appendix acting up?

I begin to fear that I have published this Work of a Highly Serious Nature in the wrong venue. The reaction has been of such a strange nature, that I begin to fear that my Study of Ent Brothels shall be taken in a less serious light than it might.

No matter - Science is an end unto itself - it matters not the conclusion.

Lindorien -- off to check phone. As yet there has been no call from Stockholm

ArielReviewed Chapter: 1 on 1/23/2004
HEHEHEHEH... well, I always know I will get a chuckle with one of your fics. Thank you!

Author Reply: This -- THIS -- is making you laugh! A socioeconomicoscientificopolitico treatise is making you laugh?

Gracious -- thou shalt be positively pickled when I post up my dissertation regarding use of the chain rule in differential equations as they apply to calculating the speed of an arrow in flight.

Question: Would that be an elf arrow or an orc arrow?
Answer: That would be a Rohannese...er...rohric...er Rohirrim...er...arrow of the people of Rohan.
Question: What about the arrows of the Gondorian, Gondorhrim, Gondorrikc...er...the people of Gondor?
Answer: Whatever.

dudx=ac/dc - from there it is a simple matter to prove that Faramir, in fact, likes doing it with girls rather than with his brother.

Oops! Phone is ringing! Must be Stockholm!

Orophins DottirReviewed Chapter: 1 on 1/20/2004
Oh, Eru, she breathed softly. Take me NOW! I am weeping with laughter. I am crawling back to my hole. How long has this thing been posted and I've missed it? No, this is not a good thing for elves to read. I need rest and proper nourishment. Oh, dear! Humans are so very strange.

Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil
(who must never, ever be allowed to read this or know that I have)

Author Reply: Soooo -- I could put you down as 'yes' for the Nobel, or would that be a 'no'?

I am uncertain as to why a dry and boring socioeconomicoscientifico paper would inspire you to the extremes of pathos and mirth. Perhaps I should reconsider my approach for I fear that this work is not being taken in the Highly Serious Manner in which is was intended.

Fear not, Fair Scribe for his Majesty Thranduil shall never hear hide nor hair of this from me -- mostly because I don't speak Sindarin. Also, I've a wierd notion that given half a chance he'd sick a spider on me.

Lindorien

Elena TirielReviewed Chapter: 1 on 1/17/2004
**Still** too funny for words! (I came back for more...)

- Barbara

Author Reply: You've no idea how pleased I am that this Serious Work can 'stand up' on its on. One of the important features of Epic Works of a Highly Serious Nature is their 'staying power'. The ability to hold the reader enthralled, despite the highly boring nature of the main subject. Do you not agree?

Lindorien -- still waiting for her call from Stockholm.

The KarenatorReviewed Chapter: 1 on 1/16/2004
I did get my bowl of soup finished before I read this. However, I choked on my cookie!
This was hysterical! What good is honor and duty and all that stuff when you have a well sharpend blade? It all boils down to what's important in life...ya know.
I thought the rhyme and meter was just fine. The 'lady' was appropriately...polite, but honest...in her own way. The gentleman and I use that term loosely, was properly bewildered...and curious.
I'm still laughing! Very cute, Lindorien. Very cute! No roasted red peppers figured into this ..ahem...encounter, did they? ..laughing...all the way to Mirkwood....kgt

Author Reply: No roasted red peppers, I fear. Just plenty of strong ale and the Gondor equivalent of beer nuts.

Now then, I begin to become concerned that people are laughing at my Serious Work of a Highly Scientific Nature. Perhaps I did not use enough 'long' words to describe body parts?

Lindorien -- waiting for her call from Stockholm

ElektraReviewed Chapter: 1 on 1/16/2004
*snicker*

Oh, God, I loved that. And no, it wasn't boring at all; it was hysterical. The poem form and the completely deadpan tone (all right, so there wasn't an actual *tone*, persay, but you get the idea) set it off perfectly.

Bravo!

- Elektra, toddling off to check out your other fics

Author Reply: Oh dear. The Poker Finals were canceled tonight, were they?

Oh dear.

dear dear

Lindorien -- um, if you like the other fics...tell me. If you don't -- lie.

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