Hello Lovely Readers,
Because it is the New Year, I have a present for you… TWO chapters!
Ok, they are both a bit short, but I hope you enjoy anyway. This one is an interlude of sorts to the main story. I have a very soft spot in my heart for Erestor and Galion and they shall be periodically appearing in this tale to liven things up, along with their furry companions, Finwë and Aglar. :)
Enjoy this chapter and the next! Replies to lovely reviewers at the end of this one :)
Also, if you care to explore, I have added a one-shot. Not as lively as this tale, but it features Legolas :) and some rather cute OC's and some very familiar OC's (Gil-wen, Finwë, Aglar:)). Well, I will let you get to this story...
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
L'Chaim… Philosophie88
Erestor glared at the creature before him. Two little beady eyes gazed up at him defiantly, from over a half-eaten carrot.
"Stupid, foolish rabbit!" cried the angered elf. "Those vegetables were not for your consumption! Now the cook is mad at me, AT ME, Finwë, and I had nothing to do with it."
Finwë twitched his little rabbit nose then munched the carrot a bit, before turning around, hopping back in the direction of the kitchens. An exasperated Erestor bounded after him: "Oh NO, you don't!" He roared.
The rabbit, hearing the tone in Erestor's voice, dashed at the last minute down a corridor to the right of the kitchens to escape his livid pursuer. Erestor skidded to halt and changed his course as well to follow the nuisance of an animal.
"I am going to catch you and turn you into a stew. Then you can permanently have all the vegetables you want!"
Finwë fled in terror, knocking over a vase in the process, scampering to the freedom of the outdoors. Erestor jumped over the vase without bothering to pick it up, as he would have been wont to do if he were less furious at the animal for disrupting normal household patterns. While Erestor did not object usually to Gíl-wen's pet, it seemed that with the arrival of spring and the King of the Greenwood, the rabbit was constantly getting in his way–muddying already polished floors, knocking over priceless pieces of furniture, nibbling at random clothes and robes in the washing. Gíl-wen did nothing to admonish the creature's new-found excitable, bad attitude, but rather encourage it and would laughed at both the small mammal and the hapless librarian-housekeeper. Glorfindel and the princess, since the incident of the gown in the Hall of Fire, could be randomly seen throughout the day, letting the rabbit loose on an unsuspecting Erestor and his various projects. More often than not, the result of such an unleashing was chaos. Today, the fluffy pet had gotten into fresh vegetables which were to be prepared for the king's dinner. The frustrated cook had spent a good thirty minutes complaining to the head housekeeper, and Erestor had resolved to find the offending beast and put a stop to its marauding ways once and for all. The dark-haired elf followed the fleeing fluff-ball to the sunny open air, out into the flowery meadows of the valley.
"Ah-ha!" He cried, scooping the suddenly halted bunny up into his arms. "I got you!" He looked up from his bent over position to find himself face to face with the woodland elk.
The beast eyed him curiously, with a look eerily reminiscent of the Elven King's. "Not you too, you great brute," Erestor said, more than a little nettled. The moose snorted defiantly, and a blonde head appeared around his great shoulders.
"Something wrong?" asked a curious Galion.
Usually Erestor was a kind ellon who understood the constraints of hospitality and the politics of obliging a visiting kingdom, but these foolish animals had tested the limits of his patience. Aglar, the king's rather over-sized mount, had taken to eating random flowers in carefully sculpted flower beds and drinking from some of the nicely constructed fountains throughout the gardens. He had had to be led out of the main gardens several times, and Erestor wonder if the woodland elves were capable of guarding anything at all, judging the number of times the brute had "escaped". "'Let loose' is more like it…" Erestor thought to himself. Now, faced with the animal and the king's butler, not to mention the exasperating events of the preceding days, Erestor laid aside any politeness he would have assumed under usual circumstances.
"You keep your big brute there under control!" He jabbed a finger at the transgressing moose and tucked Finwë farther under his arm, as if to shield the rabbit from any further bad influences.
Galion, in a characteristic streak of his usual goading, sought to rile the already hysterical housekeeper. "He is not a brute! Such a gentle creature… " He retorted, petting the elk's velvet nose.
"Gentle?!" cried an incredulous Erestor. "He eats the garden flowers and creates nasty messes in the middle of the pathways that MY elves have to clean up!"
"Oh, does he?" Galion cocked his head to look at Erestor and his furry bundle. "How curious. He never does such things in the Greenwood. Must be this confounded valley." He turned to pet the elk again and spoke in a soft, comforting, rather exaggerated, voice. "I do not know what this silly elf is speaking about, Aglar; you are quite a good moose, are you not?"
"Good moose?!" Erestor spluttered. "Come, Finwë, we should not consort with such a creature. You are infinitely better than he."
And with his stupid, foolish rabbit tucked under one arm, he turned on his heel and headed towards the Last Homely House, head held high.
When he was out of sight, Galion's merry laughter filled the flowery meadow.
gginsc: As I am writing this, I am feeling quite the same. Don't worry, Glorfindel will get a girl. In my mind though, I feel like he is too sweet for Gíl-wen. She needs someone who will challenge her rather outgoing character, and Glorfindel is more of a melt-at-her-every word type of guy. Thranduil is able to stun her with his wittiness and his hot abs :) and challenges her thinking, as we shall see in later chapters. I hope you aren't too disappointed. Perhaps I shall write a one-shot for you, where Gíl-wen and Glorfindel get together…hmmmmmmm…plot bunnies!
BrownEyedGirl87: It would have been scary if Glorfindel had been there to confront Thranduil. That shall happen. Hold your horses ;) give me a couple more chapters.
Lady Silverfrost: Well, I have until Jan 20th till I go back to school, so be prepared to be in heaven till then!
VivianChaotic: Thanks again for the kudos. I really like replying to reviews, as I am honored that people take the time to tell me what they think of my work.
FollowTheSun22: I am glad you like. Part of the reason I created this is because I was having the same problem. Most Thranduil/OC's are angst ones about Thranduil's wife dying! BLAGHHHHH! while some of them are very well written and included in my favorites, I wanted to create a light hearted story where she remains with him until they BOTH decide to sail to Valinor. Thranduil's wife doesn't need to have died to explain why he secludes himself in his realm or why he is so cold to the dwarves in the Hobbit… hehehehehe… nope, the dwarves took care of that in Doriath. :) Evil dwarves!… For your entertainment, and I am not sure if you already read it, but one of my favorite Thranduil/OC's that includes Glorfindel as well, is called The House of the Golden Flower, by vericus. There is a link to it in my favorites :) I hope you find it enjoyable too.
IKhandoZatman: Thank you! I enjoyed writing it. Hope you enjoy these two similarly.
Optymistka: Hey! Glad you found my work. Hope you enjoy my version of Thranduil.
LadyThunderstorm: I know… They are my darlings. My inner fan girl starts to come out whenever I write their scenes; somehow she gets channelled through Gíl-wen.
