I'm not even going to try and explain this. I was bored? Well, I am not responsible for any insanity this may cause.
Lindir sighed. Life was so boring at times. Nothing ever seemed to happen... he wondered where everyone was. Maybe he should write a new song, but no one seemed to appreciate his brilliance. He sighed dramatically again. If only something would happen...
Suddenly Elrond ran in, jumping up and down and sqeeeeing. "Did you hear what happened, Lindir? Did you hear?"
Lindir stuttered something inaudible.
Elrond grinned like an elfling. "I'm so excited! Yes, yes I am!" He leapt onto a table and began dancing, not seeming to notice the fine glasses and plates he was smashing.
"My...my Lord?" gasped Lindir.
Elrond jumped down and hugged Lindir. "Ah, finally someone to talk to! Ahh, my poor sad life is so underappreciated!"
"What...news? What has happened?" Lindir managed to get out.
"Nothing has happened!" sang Elrond. "All's well in the world, all it needs is some orcs!"
Glorfindel burst into the room. "Ahh, there you are!" he shouted. "You" he pointed at Elrond "are coming with me!"
Elrond crumpled into a little pile. "But I don't wanna!"
"Well you are anyway!" Glorfindel grabbed the sobbing Elrond and dragged him out if the room. Lindir raced after him.
"What is wrong with him?"
Glorfindel didn't answer, Elrond was fighting him and bawling.
"NO NO NO I DON'T WANNA GO TO BED!" wailed Elrond dramatically. "I WON'T! I WON'T! I WON'T!"
Glorfindel patted him on the head. "I'll tell you a story!"
"Don't wanna story, wanna tackle tables!"
Exasperated, Glorfindel knocked Elrond over the head and he fell silent. Lindir was still watching in horrified astonishment.
"What..."
However, Glorfindel didn't hear him as he swept away with Elrond. Lindir sighed for the third time that morning. No one ever told him anything. The best thing to do was to write a song about it. He sighed again. Such was the life of a minstrel.
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