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Jaysen Michael Harry Chandler Joseph O'Sullivan Santa gasped in shock, though he had always suspected something was different about himself. How was he so much better-looking than everyone else when he was really just a good person? Why was he cursed to be hated by all those he could help when they were jealous of his body and of his face? He blinked away a tear at that very thought and turned his gaze back to Elrond.
"Father!" He cried, sitting up and jarring his wound. "Oh!" He groaned, leaning back as Elrond rushed to his side, giving him a pain-relieving potion. He refused it as he concentrated and his wound was healed.
He had always been talented like that. If he put his mind to it, he could heal his wounds. There had been a time when he had broken his arm and he had healed it himself, to the amazement and excitement of everyone in his neighborhood. But that life had been so hard. Teachers were so demanding, and they didn't take into account his personal pain and how much he was suffering through.
His cousins were bullies. They always made fun of him. They said his skin was ugly and green, his eyes were water-colored and that his muscles were fake. He'd even shown them his "diet pills" and they still didn't believe him. How he hated those two girls.
"My son, are you alright?" Elrond asked, fearing for Jaysen.
"I am fine." He said dramatically. "I simply… am in love." He said.
"With who?" Elrond asked, interested in his son's life.
"A beautiful lady named Arwen."
Elrond gasped. "That is my daughter!"
That hadn't stopped him from getting what he wanted before. "But father, I love her! She is beautiful!" Jaysen exclaimed. He gave his father an innocent look from his whirlpool, royal blue eyes and he caved like wet paper towels. "She's so sexy, I could do her now." He muttered underneath his breath. No matter his nobility, valiance, and gentlemanliness, he was still a guy underneath his amazing qualities.
"Alright, my son. Treat her well." Elrond said, attempting to be as stern as Jaysen had been, but failing miserably. "Come, now that you are healed."
Jaysen stood up, proud of his abilities to heal. It came in handy. He looked around at the beautiful palace and looked at his father. "So I am to be king of all of this someday?"
"Of course. This all shall be yours. You will be a wise king, I have foreseen it."
Jaysen blushed. "Father, stop flattering me." He had been about to launch into his speech about how he wasn't as great as he really was (it charmed the ladies) when some insignificant elf rushed into the room.
"My lord, the guests are here!"
"Do not bother my father, he is busy." Jaysen snapped. How inconsiderate were the elves! When the elf bowed and sputtered apologies and left, he turned to Elrond. "What guests?"
"I am having a council. The Ring has been found and it is here." When Jaysen blinked and looked confused, Elrond put his hand on his son's shoulder. "The Ring is the evil device of the evil one, Sauron, but I believe you could bear it to Mount Doom and toss it into the fire!"
Jaysen shook his head. "It is not my place." He declined the request gracefully and humbly, even though he knew he could have taken Sauron out by himself. With one look from his extremely handsome and beautiful face, he could make any ruler fall to his knees.
Jaysen ran a hand through his long, silky black locks and let the sun shine on his perfectly toned olive skin. His sparkling azure eyes fell on a beautiful blonde elleth down in the courtyard below. He bid his father a quick farewell and left the room. He found a staircase and walked down them with grace that surpassed that of the elves. It was not because of his elvish heritage, his innate elvenness came out in his intelligence and charm. The grace with which he walked came from light spirit, despite his inward pain and grief.
He entered the garden, relying on his innate sense of direction and kicked a stone to get the beautiful elleth's attention. She looked up, and her brown eyes suddenly sparkled, before she fell over, ailing from a non-fatal heart attack at the simple gorgeousness of Jaysen. He rushed over to her, sighing at the sheer repetition of this. Arwen was the only one with looks enough to match his that she would be immune to the non-fatal heart attacks all women suffered from when around him. But Jaysen was still better looking than Arwen. Despite his love for her, he knew this.
"My lady, are you ill?" He asked, gathering the elleth in his arms.
"No, but I would swear my unfailing love to you." She whispered. "I hope it is not inappropriate to say, but you are the most gorgeous, sexy, hot, attractive, handsome, beautiful, pretty, cute, and adorable man I've ever seen."
Jaysen smiled, making her swoon. "Its always appropriate to say that."
"Good." She sat up, letting Jaysen's arms remain around her. "I am Linininoperidil, my lord."
"And I am Jaysen Michael Harry Chandler Joseph O'Sullivan Santa, son of King Elrond."
Linininoperidil dropped into a curtsy. "Forgive my manners, my lord!"
Jaysen took her hand and raised her. "All is forgiven." He waved it off. "Now, I would like to get to know you better…"
An hour later, Jaysen left a slumbering Linininoperidil in a random closet and found a servant. "Where is my father having his council?"
"In the secret courtyard, down that left hallway and then take a right."
Jaysen headed towards the secret courtyard and took his rightful place at his father's right hand. Everyone stood up and bowed to their prince, even the smelly and ugly Aragorn and his probably-half-brothers, the dwarves. Jaysen blushed, embarrassed by this attention. He was never one to enjoy attention.
The council began.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old…" Jaysen found his mind to be wandering and his attentions divided. He thought of the beautiful Arwen and the lovely Linininoperidil. Of course, Arwen would always be the more beautiful and therefore he knew he would be spending more time with her, not that he was a shallow person, but Linininoperidil had been an excellent… closet partner. He smirked as the girl… wait! That was Legolas, he remembered… stood up to defend Aragorn's honor. Aragorn didn't deserve defense, for he made beautiful Arwen unhappy. Oh well. At least Jaysen knew he was better looking.
After the midgets joined the first midget, Elrond stood up, prepared to declare them the Fellowship when he turned to Jaysen.
"My son, Prince Jaysen, is more qualified than any for this Fellowship. Will you join, my only son?"
Jaysen stood up and knelt in front of Frodo. He felt guilty that he had daydreamed and not had a chance to say his brilliant and educated piece. He put a hand on the midget's shoulder. "Frodo, you have my wisdom, my sword, my bow, my axe, my pike and my infathomable charisma."
Frodo looked heartened at this.
"You are the Fellowship of the Ring."
"Where are we going?" One of the midgets asked.
Jaysen laughed heartily and ruffled his hair, and at the silky smooth sound of his laughter, others broke out into laughter, just at the joyous sound and the wonderful mood Jaysen was in. Truly, he was a blessing to them all.
Jaysen's part of the Fellowship… AHH! I wonder what he's going to change. I promise the story will slow down from now. More time for insanity and Jaysen's "perfection". Don't worry, it gets worse.
