Elrond's Obssession
One day in Middle Earth at Rivendell, Elrond was pondering a very vital decision in his life: should he try on Arwen's purple or green dress? He was seriously considering this as Legolas cavorted up and said:
"Hey you beautiful elf body."
"I'm awfully old and ugly to have a beautiful elf body, Legolas, but whatever you think, dear."
"What I think is...last night rocked."
"Yes it did, but I think you had too much ale."
Elrond was never sure if this young and gorgeous elf was playing a trick on him or if he really did love him...this he still had to brood over.
Anyway, Elrond decided to make use of the keen eyes of Legolas.
"Legolas? Will you stand back about fifty leagues dear? Yes, and then you can tell me which dress color compliments my complexion the most."
"Yes, honey...but don't you think youre a bit...obssessed?"
Elrond just grinned. With that, Legolas ran away and within fifty-five and thirty-four thirty-fifths of a second, he was approximately fifty leauges from Elrond's room.
"I like the purple, darling!" shouted Legolas.
"Really? Well thanks for your opinion."
Legolas sprinted back to Elrond's room and approached him with that manic gleam in his eye. Elrond said, "Not now." and Leolas slumped off into a corner. Elrond followed him and shoved him into Arwen's wardrobe.
Then Elrond shut the door and began to try on more of Arwen's ugly neck-lined purple dresses. He was in the midst of trying on a lilac colored silk elven dress when Arwen walked in the door.
"DAMN" shouted Elrond.
"I knew it! I KNEW YOU WERE A CROSS-DRESSER! Ever since that one day about 342 years past, when you asked me which color complimented your complexion better!" Arwen screamed in rage.
"I'd say purple." Legolas chimed in, as his head popped out of the wardrobe.
"I will kill you both!" said Arwen.
And that she did...Single-handedly, Arwen Evenstar impaled both Legolas and her father Elrond. During the last touching, but painful moments of their lives, Elrond said,
"I will miss you, sexy elf body."
And then they died.
The End.
One day in Middle Earth at Rivendell, Elrond was pondering a very vital decision in his life: should he try on Arwen's purple or green dress? He was seriously considering this as Legolas cavorted up and said:
"Hey you beautiful elf body."
"I'm awfully old and ugly to have a beautiful elf body, Legolas, but whatever you think, dear."
"What I think is...last night rocked."
"Yes it did, but I think you had too much ale."
Elrond was never sure if this young and gorgeous elf was playing a trick on him or if he really did love him...this he still had to brood over.
Anyway, Elrond decided to make use of the keen eyes of Legolas.
"Legolas? Will you stand back about fifty leagues dear? Yes, and then you can tell me which dress color compliments my complexion the most."
"Yes, honey...but don't you think youre a bit...obssessed?"
Elrond just grinned. With that, Legolas ran away and within fifty-five and thirty-four thirty-fifths of a second, he was approximately fifty leauges from Elrond's room.
"I like the purple, darling!" shouted Legolas.
"Really? Well thanks for your opinion."
Legolas sprinted back to Elrond's room and approached him with that manic gleam in his eye. Elrond said, "Not now." and Leolas slumped off into a corner. Elrond followed him and shoved him into Arwen's wardrobe.
Then Elrond shut the door and began to try on more of Arwen's ugly neck-lined purple dresses. He was in the midst of trying on a lilac colored silk elven dress when Arwen walked in the door.
"DAMN" shouted Elrond.
"I knew it! I KNEW YOU WERE A CROSS-DRESSER! Ever since that one day about 342 years past, when you asked me which color complimented your complexion better!" Arwen screamed in rage.
"I'd say purple." Legolas chimed in, as his head popped out of the wardrobe.
"I will kill you both!" said Arwen.
And that she did...Single-handedly, Arwen Evenstar impaled both Legolas and her father Elrond. During the last touching, but painful moments of their lives, Elrond said,
"I will miss you, sexy elf body."
And then they died.
The End.