It is still fairly early in the morning when Glorfin sat and wiped his tears with a little handkerchief like a bullied wife. The elves with nothing better to do simply stood and watched with curious looks on their faces.

"Hey, come on, Glorfin," Erestor tapped his shoulder without the slightest trace of compassion: "Didn't you want to 'this and that' with your Leafy? Now you're done, and you're crying in the hall instead of smiling to yourself!"

"You smile to yourself!" Glorfin felt so wronged and sad at heart, "I did want to do that with Leafy, but I am supposed to be the attacker… Now, I was unprepared! …"

Elrond's twins: "Lost everything and gained nothing."

Andy: "Feel sorry for my brother! He was bullied by someone like that!"

Haldir (Lovingly): "Glorfin? Do you have anymore of that lovely powder?"

Lord Elrond: "This is called retribution."

Aragorn: "You deserved this, you deserved this."

Legolas: "… … … "

"Leafy!" Glorfin moaned to Legolas: "You must take full responsibility! My mental Damage and Retainer Appearance Fee…"

Aragorn: "In my opinion, Legolas, you should have murdered him afterwards, and disposed the body…"

Actually, Glorfin is quiet nice: He's handsome, bright, clever, loving and lively. He can also keep you happy all the time—So the sweetness at night can so severely change one's subjective impression.

"My dear Glorfin," The prince smiled as he played with the golden locks of his love: "come on, darling, stop crying. Was I a bit too rude? Sorry, I will be gentle tonight. Do you want anything to eat? To drink?"

"Um, you two are flirting. Sorry, I just got the news," Lord Elrond took a deep breath, and pronounced with great regret: "Thranduil is on our door steps."

Two frightened shrieks, Andy and Leafy jumped and one of them ran left, and one ran right: one of them ran away with a lover, another is a fugitive who passed the five-day-return-home deadline. Those are both quiet serious charges. Those two son-in-laws are still calm, and each caught one with one hand.

"No worries, no fears." Haldir smiled: "all we need is for Arwen to make a cup of tea or boli an egg, I promise he will come and never return…"

The moment he said that, the head of guards willingly shut up with two large swells on his head: how dare him murder his father-in-law?

"I will take full control of this!" whenever it comes to rotten ideas, the great Glorfindel will resurrect lively. He can do stuff perfect, even better than the Valar. This is one of the reasons why they kicked him out of the Undying Lands. Valinor is a place for peace; most elves go there to enjoy, not to suffer. It was necessary to maintain the quietness of that place.

Glorfin magically produced another packet of medicine, and formally handed to Lord Elrond: "I have been your assistant for many years, it is time for me to give you a grant gift!"

Very rarely, a slight sign of hesitation appeared on Lord Elrond's face, and then, some desire. The golden-haired elf that lived in Mirkwood with the unruly character is greedy for money but pretty as a flower. Our half-elven lord has admired him for long, but never dared propose his wishes. However, the loyal assistant always knows how to solve problems.

With a packet of evil powder in hand, it is difficult to conceal evil thoughts.

After Elrond left, Legolas watched his lover doubtfully. He knows his sly, sly, cunning, cunning father is not an ordinary folk, how they possibly fool him with such a way?

"Actually, I have written Thranduil a letter a while ago, and suggested to use Elrond as a gift to my future father-in-law—this half-elven vampire, I worked for him for years and the salary is not even enough for a pair of cutlery." Glorfin painfully explained his peasant life and family history in blood and tears: "So, don't blame me. I reminded Thranduil to exchange the wine glass with Elrond before drinking…"

As you might imagine, the Lord of Rivendell never returned. The newspapers of middle earth suggested he might have sadly gone to the Undying Lands because of his daughter, but, as for the truth, only a few knew. When Glorfin and Legolas went to Mirkwood to see Thranduil, this stingy Elvenking is unconventionally courteous and favored his son-in-law. He specifically stated to be very satisfied with his gift upon arrival, and did not look into Andy's elopement.

Okay, okay, most lovers are now successfully paired. Besides Master Dwarf is considering how to prevent his Crystal Cave from being gobbled up by Thranduil, besides Arwen is considering how to teach Éowyn some cooking tips, besides the orcs are now applying for Endangered Animals' Rights, there is hardly anything unhappy going on in middle earth. This is really the best possible time after war.

Note: So this is it! How did you find it? If you enjoyed it, you can also read All's Well that Ends Well and Much Ado in Mirkwood, which will be published very soon. They together will form my trilogy A Comedy of Errors. Enjoy!