A/N: I'm sorry to say that I think this is becoming a trend with me… First Christmas parodies, now Valentine's Day… I don't even celebrate these things (religious purposes, being Muslim and all), yet I parody them. Please RR, and if you do, please don't curse. Also, in this fic, Arwen is equivalent to five years of age, the twins are thirteen, and Legolas is sixteen. Just thought you should know. I don't want you thinking this is adult Arwen I've got doing these things. That, my friends, wouldn't be right.This is dedicated to my sisters Alu and Arwen for helping out and giving me ideas.
It was a bright, sunny morning, and not a sound broke the peaceful silence of sleeping Rivendell.
That is, until Arwen woke up.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she was filled with a great happiness. It took her a moment to remember exactly why she was so happy, but when she did, everyone in the Last Homely House became aware of it, as well.
"It's Valentine's Day!" she shrieked. The Elfling promptly bounced out of bed, bounced into her clothes, bounced out the bedroom door, slammed the bedroom door behind her, bounced down the hall, slammed through the door to Elladan and Elrohir's room, bounced in, and bounced onto their bed.
"Wake up, my dear brothers!" she squeaked, hopping on top of the blankets.
"Arwen, what is the point of getting us up like this?" Elladan muttered sleepily.
"Because it's Valentine's Day," Arwen told them matter-of-factly.
"And?" Elrohir murmured.
"And you promised to help me with the you-know-what!" she cried.
The twins groaned simultaneously (something they did quite often).
"Why did I let you promise her that?" Elrohir asked.
"Excuse me, brother? You were the one who promised," Elladan protested.
"I refrain from comment."
"I don't care who it was, both of you are getting up now!" Arwen screeched.
The twins chose to obey.
Twenty minutes later, the three were downstairs, taking inventory of the kitchen pantry, trying to decide what to use that night. Lindir, official harpist and musician of Rivendell (the author invented that title), ambled into the pantry in search of a jar of peanut butter, having already consumed one that morning.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked suspiciously. Trying to steal my peanut butter, no doubt!, he added mentally.
"No, we're not trying to steal your peanut butter," Elrohir said, having been accused (mentally and out loud) enough times to know what was on Lindir's mind. "We're trying to decide what to make for Ada and Ammë tonight."
"Special dinner, huh?" Lindir asked, surveying the shelves. There! He reached up and snatched the jar down.
"I swear, Lindir, you're addicted," Elladan said, shaking his head.
"Yes!" Arwen piped up, answering the harpist's question. "We want to make them a very special dinner."
"I shur you bill," Lindir said through a mouthful of brown gloop.
"Um, peanut butter, Lindir," Elladan told him meaningfully.
Lindir swallowed. "I said, I'm sure you will."
"Thanks!" Arwen giggled as he strolled off.
The twins began planning out what they wanted to cook. They didn't know much in the way of cooking, but they were going to try, anyway. They could probably convince Morwen, the cook, to help. Arwen, meanwhile, sat in the corner of the kitchen, suddenly frowning and sullen. She sighed deeply and loudly, trying to attract attention.
"How about some of that cake Ada liked so much? You know, the one they made in Mirkwood?" Elrohir asked, not noticing Arwen's not-so-subtle gesture.
"No. You can't eat cake for dinner!" Elladan replied.
"You're right."
Arwen sighed again. They paid no mind, being too engrossed in the recipe book. The third time, Elrohir looked up.
"What's wrong, Arwen?" he asked, used to the demand for notice.
"No one loves me," she sighed.
"We love you, 'Wen!" Elrohir told her.
"Well, duh!" Arwen cried. "I know you love me. That's your job. I mean really love me. Like Ada and Ammë!"
Elladan and Elrohir looked at each other. Elladan grinned mischievously. "Well, there is someone who loves you," he said.
Arwen looked up. "Who?"
"Glorfindel. He dances around when you come in the room."
"He does?" Arwen cried gleefully. Then she glared at them. "Wait a minute. How come I never see him?"
"He doesn't do it around you," Elrohir said sensibly.
"Oh."
"Why don't you go tell him that you love him, too?" Elladan asked.
"No. How about we make a card?" Arwen asked.
"Okay!" Elrohir said. "We'll help you!"
Glorfindel and Erestor stood in the corridor outside the Hall of Fire, watching the Elves of Imladris run back and forth, taking things in and out. They had planned a large ball for that night, and they were preparing for it. Suddenly, Arwen came running down the hallway with a piece of paper in hand. She slapped the paper into Glorfindel's hand, hugged his leg, then turned tail and disappeared down the hall.
"What is it?" Erestor asked.
Glorfindel turned the card so that he was looking at the front, then groaned and said, "A valentine."
Erestor quickly stifled a laugh. "What's it say?"
"I don't know yet," Glorfindel told him, pulling the card out of the envelope. He flipped the card open and read the inscription inside.
Dear Glorfindel,
Your hair is long
So golden and shiny,
And I sure am glad
That you are not whiny!
Love, hugs, and kisses,
Arwen
"Oh, dear Valar," he whispered, shaking his head. His face had turned bright red.
Erestor read the card. "Lucky you, lover-boy!" he teased, punching Glorfindel's arm.
"Thanks for the moral support," Glorfindel said sarcastically as Erestor walked off, laughing.
"What makes you go scarlet, Lord Glorfindel?" asked one of the Elves, carrying a large box of tinsel.
"I'd rather not say."
Another Elf snatched the card from Glorfindel's hand and read it out loud to everyone. They all burst into hysterical laughter, and one Elf, who was just walking down the hall, choked so badly on his tea that he passed out and had to go to the infirmary.
"I know where you could take the Lady Arwen tonight!" one Elf jeered.
"And where would that be?" Glorfindel asked, annoyed.
"To the infirmary!"
"That doesn't make sense," Glorfindel said, lifting an eyebrow.
"Yes, it does! She's lovesick!" The Elf proceeded to fall over laughing.
"Yeah, yeah! Laugh it up!" Glorfindel scoffed. He strode down the hall, his head high and cheeks flaming. Elladan and Elrohir found him and fell into step beside him.
"You had something to do with this, didn't you?" he asked, waving the card.
"Yeah!" Elladan chuckled. "We helped write it! But she insisted on putting in the shiny hair." He emphasized by pulling on and twirling a long strand of Glorfindel's hair.
Glorfindel halted in his tracks. "Do you have any idea how many times I could have dropped you as babies?"
The twins said nothing.
"That's what I thought," Glorfindel nodded. "And just so you know, I still have a few chances."
They took that as a warning, and were gone in a flash. Oh, what was he going to do?
A/N: This will be updated tomorrow, so that I can finish it by Valentine's Day. Hope you like it!
