Disclaimer: I do not own Glorfindel, Elrond, Galadriel, Celeborn, or any
other LotR related characters
that come up in this story. With that said, I hope you enjoy this story!
"Well," said Elrond," I believe it is time for a well deserved vacation after all this Ring business. What do
you think?"
Glorfindel, Galadriel, and Celeborn all nodded their agreement.
" We know we want to go to the Havens, but which ship shall we take?" asked Galadriel.
Celeborn looked at the list in front of them.
" I say we go with the Swan Princess. It has a spa on board."
Galadriel closed her eyes and smiled dreamily. " Mmmmm....massages."
Glorfindel looked thoughtful. " What about the Sea Crosser? It's got a 24 hour pizzaria."
Elrond smiled in delight. " That is amazing! I love consuming the massive amounts of cheese and rivers
of sauce and mountains of bread they call pizza." His eyes shone.
" Isn't there one with a spa and a pizzaria? And what about deluxe suites? We'll be celebrating our
3,000 year anniversary soon, dear." said Galadriel.
" Hmmmm...." Celeborn looked down the list. " Aha! Here's one! 'A cruise to eternity in paradise.
Our ship has a 24 hour buffet, ( "Yes, Elrond, pizza included.") a spa and pool area, superior
accomidations, a dance club and more! Ride the S.S. Callisto today!' What do you think?"
Elrond stood up and did a happy dance. " We're going on vacation! We're going on vacation! A
permanant vacation!"
Glorfindel, Galaderiel, and Cleborn joined in his little song/chant and they all did a congaline.
" The S.S. Callisto it is, then! " said Glorfindel when the Elves had all sat down again.
" When does it leave?" asked Galadriel.
" Tomorrow morining bright and early." amswered Celeborn after consulting his list once more.
"Well, then let's get to packing and bed so we can catch our boat to paradise." said Elrond.
The four bid each other good-night and then went off to their own business.
* * *
Celeborn took out his crayons and started drawing. His whole room was covered in
drawings. Ever since he was little, his mother had always encouraged to him to draw. She'd
told him it might come in handy some day. So far it hadn't, but he liked drawing hobbits. His
favorite thing to do, though, was draw orcs and tear them to shreds. It helped him to release his
anger in a non-violent way. His mother had told him it was good therapy.
* * *
Galadriel opened her closet and pulled out two white dresses. "Which one should I bring,
dear?" She the two up and faced Celeborn.
" Galadriel, sweetheart, they are exactly the same. Every outfit in your closet is exactly the same."
Galadriel was talking ot herself. " Oh, but I like this one so much better." She went to put one back.
" But, no, this one is the one I was wearing 2,000 years ago when I first discovered how important
fashion is. Leaving it behind would be like destroying a memory."
Celeborn put his crayons down, looked at his wife, and shook his head. Sometimes it amazed him
how strange and shallow she could be. He decided to go to bed before she started trying to get him
to pack her mirror. That he knew she would have to part with and he didn't want to be there to
witness her reaction when the that dawned on her.
* * *
Elrond sat in front of his window with an intense expression upon his face. When was the
last time he'd had pizza? " Let's see," he thought. " The first time was at that little Italian place just
past Bree." Then there'd been the time with Celebrian, his wife. He'd had pizza and she, spaghetti.
He'd warned her about meatballs, told her to stck to pizza, but had she listened? No, she'd gone
and choked on one and then left him claiming to see no more joy in life, all because she hadn't
wanted to admit that he'd been right about meatballs. Oh, how he longed for pizza.....
* * *
Glorfindel took out a yellow boombox and switched it on. " Do a little dance! Make a little
love! Get down tonight!" He thrust out his pelvis and began to disco. Then, after being warmed up,
he began to breakdance. Windmill. The Worm. He'd won a dance competition in his younger days
and since Celeborn had said there was to be a dance club on board, Glorfindel wanted to touch up
on his dance tecniques.
A/N: Thanks aton for reading this! I hope you liked it so far! If you want to read more, please
review! :) *~*WaNdA*~*
that come up in this story. With that said, I hope you enjoy this story!
"Well," said Elrond," I believe it is time for a well deserved vacation after all this Ring business. What do
you think?"
Glorfindel, Galadriel, and Celeborn all nodded their agreement.
" We know we want to go to the Havens, but which ship shall we take?" asked Galadriel.
Celeborn looked at the list in front of them.
" I say we go with the Swan Princess. It has a spa on board."
Galadriel closed her eyes and smiled dreamily. " Mmmmm....massages."
Glorfindel looked thoughtful. " What about the Sea Crosser? It's got a 24 hour pizzaria."
Elrond smiled in delight. " That is amazing! I love consuming the massive amounts of cheese and rivers
of sauce and mountains of bread they call pizza." His eyes shone.
" Isn't there one with a spa and a pizzaria? And what about deluxe suites? We'll be celebrating our
3,000 year anniversary soon, dear." said Galadriel.
" Hmmmm...." Celeborn looked down the list. " Aha! Here's one! 'A cruise to eternity in paradise.
Our ship has a 24 hour buffet, ( "Yes, Elrond, pizza included.") a spa and pool area, superior
accomidations, a dance club and more! Ride the S.S. Callisto today!' What do you think?"
Elrond stood up and did a happy dance. " We're going on vacation! We're going on vacation! A
permanant vacation!"
Glorfindel, Galaderiel, and Cleborn joined in his little song/chant and they all did a congaline.
" The S.S. Callisto it is, then! " said Glorfindel when the Elves had all sat down again.
" When does it leave?" asked Galadriel.
" Tomorrow morining bright and early." amswered Celeborn after consulting his list once more.
"Well, then let's get to packing and bed so we can catch our boat to paradise." said Elrond.
The four bid each other good-night and then went off to their own business.
* * *
Celeborn took out his crayons and started drawing. His whole room was covered in
drawings. Ever since he was little, his mother had always encouraged to him to draw. She'd
told him it might come in handy some day. So far it hadn't, but he liked drawing hobbits. His
favorite thing to do, though, was draw orcs and tear them to shreds. It helped him to release his
anger in a non-violent way. His mother had told him it was good therapy.
* * *
Galadriel opened her closet and pulled out two white dresses. "Which one should I bring,
dear?" She the two up and faced Celeborn.
" Galadriel, sweetheart, they are exactly the same. Every outfit in your closet is exactly the same."
Galadriel was talking ot herself. " Oh, but I like this one so much better." She went to put one back.
" But, no, this one is the one I was wearing 2,000 years ago when I first discovered how important
fashion is. Leaving it behind would be like destroying a memory."
Celeborn put his crayons down, looked at his wife, and shook his head. Sometimes it amazed him
how strange and shallow she could be. He decided to go to bed before she started trying to get him
to pack her mirror. That he knew she would have to part with and he didn't want to be there to
witness her reaction when the that dawned on her.
* * *
Elrond sat in front of his window with an intense expression upon his face. When was the
last time he'd had pizza? " Let's see," he thought. " The first time was at that little Italian place just
past Bree." Then there'd been the time with Celebrian, his wife. He'd had pizza and she, spaghetti.
He'd warned her about meatballs, told her to stck to pizza, but had she listened? No, she'd gone
and choked on one and then left him claiming to see no more joy in life, all because she hadn't
wanted to admit that he'd been right about meatballs. Oh, how he longed for pizza.....
* * *
Glorfindel took out a yellow boombox and switched it on. " Do a little dance! Make a little
love! Get down tonight!" He thrust out his pelvis and began to disco. Then, after being warmed up,
he began to breakdance. Windmill. The Worm. He'd won a dance competition in his younger days
and since Celeborn had said there was to be a dance club on board, Glorfindel wanted to touch up
on his dance tecniques.
A/N: Thanks aton for reading this! I hope you liked it so far! If you want to read more, please
review! :) *~*WaNdA*~*
