Happy birthday again! *gives you a wonderful birthday cake*

This is a sort of "universe collides" story. I may continue it someday if people like it and when I have time. I hope you like it! Please review!

Illogical

"It doesn't make sense. How?"

Glorfindel leaned over his friend's shoulder, joining in staring at the computer screen before them. "What's wrong this time?"

Erestor stared up at Glorfindel, irritation evident on his face. "If I were you, I'd refrain from using that tone of voice."

"I didn't use any tone of voice," said Glorfindel, dropping without a care onto the chair across the room. "Anyway, what's the problem?"

"Well, I was reading these articles about the solar system, and they refer to the earth as a globe, when it's obviously a flat plane. How can scientists be so blind, with all of their years of study?" Erestor demanded.

Glorfindel burst out laughing. "You- the smartest person in Arda- you don't even know that the world is round? Ever heard of Magellan? He sailed around the world- that should prove it enough for you. And there are pictures from space."

"Easily faked," snapped Erestor. He pushed his chair away from his desk, stood up, and began to pace around the room. "Ever heard of the Bedford Level Experiment? Conclusive proof that the world is flat. I'm amazed at you, Glorfindel. How could you be so illogical?"

Glorfindel watched his friend pace around the room. "Where's your thinking hat?"

"My what?"

"Your thinking hat- you know, the one you wear in all the pictures."

Erestor scowled. "That's not my thinking hat. That was just what Edward from the police got me to wear for a prank."

Glorfindel rolled his eyes. "His name is Elrond."

"Whatever. It doesn't matter."

A knocking on the door interrupted Glorfindel's planned comment. Erestor looked towards the door. "Get that, would you?" he asked Glorfindel."

"But I'm sitting! You're already walking around!"

Sighing, Erestor interrupted his pacing to head towards the door. "Oh, Mr. Lindir," he said, seeing his landlord at the door.

"I'm sorry to interrupt anything," said Lindir apologetically, "but Inspector Peredhel from the police is here to see you. He says it's urgent."

A grin slowly lit up Erestor's face. "It would seem, Glorfindel, that the game is on."

Glorfindel got up from the couch. "Alright then. Don't forget your hat."

Erestor rolled his eyes, but made no comment. As the two of them exited the room, Erestor looked towards Lindir. "We'll be but fifteen minutes, Mr. Lindir. Have tea ready for us when we return."

"I'm your landlord, not your housekeeper," Lindir mumbled to the disappearing figure of Erestor. Then, he sighed, and set about making tea. There was no ignoring Erestor's 'requests'. After all, if he ended up jumping off a building, or committing some other equally terrible action, Lindir would feel bad that he had ignored the detective's final request. And after all, Erestor was the world's greatest detective, and he surely had a reason for everything.