I am very sorry for not updating for so long, many thanks for those who are still reading my fic about two brothers turned into plushies. I promise to finish this story. Updates will be bi-weekly. I also want to encourage you to read "Shadows of Tirion"
Elf from Downunder: Yes, some creativity is necessary. Cookies and vodka are the best solutions! As for the surprise mentioned before, it is a real magic.
Ysmira: zszedł by na zawał
Fortune Cute: Thank you very much!
Marfacat: Thanks!
I got a really tough day in work. Deadlines, sudden urgent phones and urgent (yet forgotten tasks) just needed to appear all at once. Rank lists have never worked for me. Writing proposals and tones of documents are simply the best description of hell. I've read plethora of time management tutorials, work-home balance advices only to realize it nothing but bullshit. "Plan all of your tasks in advance and prepare a checklist"- valuable advice indeed, only if you can make long-term plans. After 7 PM I was finally free and worried. I've completely forgotten about two, nervous plushies home alone. Images of ultimate disaster and destruction appeared almost immediately in my head.
This time nothing happened. In the morning they started team work and regardless of poor outcome it must have been very first time since millennia. My apartment was tidy, silent and terribly normal. It made me even more suspicious. It took me some time to arrive there as I needed to but vodka and cookies for my guests. When bored, they were dangerous to my belongings.
'You are finally back!' – blond-haired plushie welcomed. I prayed tell, he seemed a little bit upset – 'Why are so late?'
'Busy day and nervous co-workers. I hope you got a great time, while I was away'.
'Come, we have a surprise for you.'
I did my best not to get suspicious and worried as truly, I preferred to never find out what they mean by "surprise". Visions of mess and Armageddon simply exploded in my mind, this time fortunately nothing bad happens
Instead I was caught by surprise to see dinner and dessert waiting for me. Bunch of fresh flowers standing on a table and I couldn't help smiling when felt its sweet, delicate smell. To my further surprise, I heard beautiful, classic music. They gave me no time to even think about bunch of "why and how" questions. Trying not to think about the new balance of my credit card, I managed to smile.
'Dinner may be little cold, but we thought you are going to be back sooner' – explained Melkor – 'we decided not to mess with magic and powers here.
'Thank you, I am indeed deeply impressed and.. you used word "we", it's quite surprising'
'Don't think being a Dark Lord made me a jerk. I am trapped in alien world in a stupid form with my little brother as only person familiar. We decide to stop our war for a moment of course'
'Of course'- I answered- 'I appreciated your efforts and would like to thank you both for a dinner and flowers '
'You welcome'- said Dark Lord – 'this world is really funny, much funnier than Middle-Earth I must admit. Actually it is all about having a great time, even in a such miserable body'
'Personally I consider both of you as a cute'- I smiled – 'have you seen internet pics of you?'- I asked.
'Don't even mention that '- murmured Elder King – 'They pictured me either as old man with beard or monstrous creature with digesting problems'.
'At least none of you resembled giant gorilla or other miserable creature!'
'But there must be nice pictures of you somewhere'
'I don't have pointed ears!'
They continue to argue; whose pics were more miserable. I really did my best not to get angry and tired with them. My guests ordered really a tasty steak and mashed potatoes and crème brulee as the dessert. I thanked them both and congratulated myself a success. They seemed able to collaborate only if really believe this is extremely necessary. I got idea what kind of purpose might be given to them.
I sat on my sofa and observed my guests carefully. By some miracle they managed to order the dinner without charging my credit card. Whatever happened I asked no questions. Sometimes is better not to know.
'I have an idea how you can enjoy your company why I am away' – I starred.
'How?'- the Dark Lord seemed sceptical.
'Have you ever heard about the war games? You can play online against players all over the world and conquers whoever you are again and again, it's different than random stuff ' – I explained.
'It seems useless not to stop war'- commented the Elder King.
'It's a fun and you can try to be a better in a strategy'.
I don't know why I haven't thought about playing video games before. The letter from Varda didn't mention what kind of activities should be performed together, did it? Both of them seemed to enjoyed my world, simply because here were just brothers not the Elder King and the Dark Lord. I know that the psychological analysis after few glasses of wine is not the best idea, however the more I observer them, the more convinced became. "Even Valar deserve the holiday from time to time'.
They were talking about fanfiction and Melkor seemed very upset about describing him in a sexual relation with his lieutenant. "I tried to seduced Varda and Luthien isn't it obvious I preferred girls?" Valar definitely heard nothing about the bisexual orientation and I decided not to teach them. Even after few glasses of wine I couldn't think about such talks with a toy plushies running on my legs.
'No nice girl will ever date the Dark Lord' – this was not a usual statement for the Elder King.
'What do you know about dating?' – I asked.
'I am married mortal, keep in mind that fact'- he answered definitely upset – 'I know everything about kissing and ..'
'Call me mortal one more time and I won't give you cookies'- I answered – ' As for the video games, there is one known as the Lord of the Rings online when you can see the Middle Earth. You can either help or destroy Sauron' – I explained.
'I will punish this incompetent idiot'- murmured Melkor – 'Putting you power into the Ring, och bitch please it was so childish. Tell me how I can destroy him!'.
'You will play together against orcs and other creatures of Mordor and..'.
I opened the Internet browser and found the home website of the game. Melkor was angry to realize that players already used his name as the nickname several times. Only the combination of manwe_melkor worked and I persuaded them that the alphabetic order of their names makes the optimal solution.
My guests got quickly excited with the idea of playing computer games. The modern technique impressed them, as they originated from the world where horses made main way of the transport. I was too tired to tell them more, so decided to go sleep. Not doubting that plushies would learn how to play I slept, feeling small hands playing with my hair. Only the amount of alcohol prevented me from getting panic, what kind of fantasies might lead mature guys to play with the girl's hair.
Author's note: war games are great for boys of all ages, aren't they?
