Hello Readers,

So the reason I didn't update my story yesterday is because my sister, my friend and I are all trying to collaborate our stories. So we had to rearrange a few OC's! LaraIsWrite, who is under my favorite authors, is collaborating to write a couple OC's for my main characters, not telling who, though one is not yet even in this story (Hint); while my sister (MorfindelthePhysicist) is writing an Elladan/Elrohir love story set in the same universe. They aren't as far along as I because my sis just went back to school and my friend is trying to stick to Tolkien as closely as possible; however they are amazing writers, much better at prose than I with a little more serious nature to their works. Check them out. Or at least check my sis out when she decides to post. #MorfindelthePhysicistneedstopostheroneshot! Lol. I will give y'all a heads up.

Here now is your daily dose of Elven craziness.

Elrond and Gíl-wen are being quite fluffy!

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L'Chaim... Philosophie88

Gíl-wen found Elrond in his flet idly reading a book.

"So, Rondy, pop the question, did you?" She said, silently creeping up on him from behind.

"Gíl-wen!" exclaimed the peredhel in surprise, he shut the book with a snap, "would you cease and desist with that horrible nickname? Also with creeping up on people? And being annoying in general while you are at it?"

Gíl-wen pouted. "Now, now, Rondy, what has you in such a bad mood? I thought Celebrian said yes."

Elrond smiled slightly through his glare. "Yes, she did, but it does not negate the fact that you have butchered my cognomen."

"Well, Lord Elrond Eärendilion of Imladris, here is the deal," said Gíl-wen with an air of hastiness, and she plopped herself down on the bed beside said lord. Little Finwë, who had accompanied his mistress, hopped up beside Elrond, who obligingly stroked the bunny's fur. "I will cease calling you 'Rondy' –excepted for special occasions, she added in her head–if you help me with a dilemma I am currently having." Her previous mischievous mood was replaced by a more melancholic one. Elrond gazed at her with an expression of inquiry.

"Whatever do you need, cousin dear?"

Gíl-wen suddenly began to pick her garment nervously. Elrond stilled her actions by placing his large hands upon her small ones. She immediately looked up at him sorrowfully.

"Gur mel, (dear heart), whatever is the matter now? You came here to relax, not be upset."

"I know," Gíl-wen sighed wistfully. "And I was... for a whole minute, until I found out that Thran was here. And now, he has proposed and I don't know what to do."

"HE PROPOSED?!" exclaimed an astonished Elrond.

"Yes, I mean one minute we were snogging and the next he asked me to be his queen."

"HE PROPOSED?!" repeated a flabbergasted Elrond.

"Rondy, I just told you that... "

Elrond stared at his cousin in amazement, not even processing the use of his nickname. "What did you say?" He finally asked, unsure of what else to say.

"Well, I told him no... kinda. I said I needed time and that I would marry him in the distant future... "

"How distant?"

"An age... "

Elrond groaned. "Gíl, you basically said yes... "

"Well, yes, I guess, but I told him I have to break it to Fin first."

The peredhel sadly eyed his cousin. "Yes, you do, if you intend to court, well, wed, the Elven King. Why did he propose so fast? I told him to be forceful; I did not encourage him to make such a definitive move so quickly."

"You encouraged him?" asked a surprised Gíl-wen.

"Yes. He asked me if you would be receptive to his advances and if he should pursue you. I answered yes to both."

This time it was Gíl-wen whose wonder was long lasting. "How did you know that I would be receptive?"

Elrond laughed softly and drew his cousin into a slight embrace. "Gur mel, you forget that I have known you far too long for you to hide anything from me. I know you probably far better than you know yourself."

"Uncle E-lond! Uncle El!" a raven haired elfling ran up to greet her father's herald, with Helvui and Finduilas in tow. "Uncle El!" she laughed merrily as the peredhel swooped her up in his arms.

"Hello, penneth, where ever are you going in such haste?"

Little Gíl-wen laughed delightfully. "Why Uncle El, I am coming to see you," she planted a sweet little kiss on his cheek. "But now that I got you, you can help me find my othew wabbit." The little elf stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. "Thingol is missing."

"Is he indeed? Well we must rectify this situation." Little arms wrapped themselves lovingly around his neck and another small kiss found its way to his cheek.

"Thank you, Uncle El! When we find him, Helvui and Finduilas won't be so sad anymowe."

"Of course," said the peredhel. "Now, where to look, gíl pigen (tiny star)?" The little one burst into tears.

"I no know, Uncle El. I twied eveywhew. I look undew the bed and undew the couch and in Ada's woom and in Nana's woom and in my woom and eveywhew... "

"What about your special spot, penneth?"

Gíl-wen ceased her sobbing and looked at her "uncle" with wide eyes. "Oooooohhhhhh, it must be, it must be!" She wiggled down and out of his arms to run from him to find her "special spot". Then she turned back around to bestow a hug on the older elf's legs. "Thank you, Uncle El, I am suwe he's in special spot! You know me so well, Uncle El. Bettew than me myself. Can you hold Finduilas and Helvui fow me, while I get Thingol? I need to spend some special time with him alone."

Elrond accepted the two stuffed bunnies graciously and followed the little child at a discreet distance.

It seemed that the job description for the High King's herald also included, holding bunnies and rescuing princesses.

"Yes, Rondy, you do, don't you?" She leaned into his hug. "Well, what do I do now?"

"First things first you do not call me..." the son of Eärendil the Mariner shuddered slightly instead of repeating such a demeaning title. "Then, you talk to Thranduil. Let him know that you do not intend to wed him anytime soon. And after that, you fix things with Glorfindel. Finally, you spend time with Celebrian and help her assume the duties of Lady of Imladris before you go gallivanting off to Greenwood the Great to become a wood-elf. And remember to take Finwë with you when you go"–Finwë looked curiously up at the mention of his name– "or Erestor shan't be very happy." The peredhel spared his cousin a mischievous wink, as he added to the to-do list: "Shall I write all these down for you in order?"

Gíl-wen returned the look in her own playful impish manner. "Find more suitable nick-name for a certain cousin; tell Randy to slow down; break Fin's heart; teach Cel EVERYTHING; leave behind another annoying pet for Res– Finwë not acceptable"–a soft growl of disapproval came from the animal, and Gíl-wen patted him on his head reassuringly–"Did I miss anything?"

Elrond was too busy processing a specific part of that list to apply immediately; when he did so, it was accompanied by a short burst of laughter.

"Randy?!" he chuckled. "Really, Gíl, wherever do you come up with your names? I thought you had shortened Thranduil's to Thran. Why the change?"

"Well someone I know wouldn't let me call them– "

"Do not even think it," Elrond warned.

"Anyway, I thought "Randy" had a cute little ring to it and besides, he can't threaten me like someone else I know. If he does not like the name, I suppose all I shall have to do is simply threaten to withhold my sweet kisses... "

"I do not wish to be privy to this information. What you do with 'Randy' in your spare time– "

"Only I can call him that!"

"What you do with King Randy, is your business entirely!"

"It'd better be," said the princess definitively. Then suddenly like a cold burst of water in the middle of a frigid winter, Gíl-wen remember Berethiel. Her voice grew bitter. "At least it had better be! Ai! That elleth better keep her hands off... Little Sindarin... Ai– "

The slew of curses that Gíl-wen uttered caused her cousin to reach down and cover the small rabbit's ears. Before he could reprimand her for using such foul language, the angry princess had stood from the bed, crossed the room and exited the flet in a huff. Finwë looked on with horror as his mistress left him with Elrond's large hands clasped firmly over his floppy ears.

The Lord of Imladris looked down upon the terrified bunny, and released him from his grip, stroking his fur soothingly. "I'm sorry, Finwë, I really don't know what came over her. I am quite certain she will be fine when she realizes Thranduil was just trying to make her jealous, nothing more." The peredhel laughed softly at the thought. "She will of course, though I cannot be too sure about 'Randy'." He picked up the now calmed pet. "Shall we go find some nice vegetables for you? Or some of King Amroth's old robes to nibble on?"–said Elven King of Lórien was quite fond of the little creature and allowed him to play and nibble to his hearts content among the muskiness of his rather extensive wardrobe. Finwë looked positively gleeful and instantly alert at the mention of such a kind offer– "I am sure we can find something to pass the time while your mistress figures this all out. Seems like I am still the royal bunny watcher after all. Oh, well... "

IkhandoZatman: I am currently writing you a drabble called The House of Bunnies. Your comments are inspiring. Thank you. Will try to post it to The Many Adventures tomorrow.

Elf With Redbull: Your pen-name has got me thinking... can I do a one shot about a certain bunny on redbull with Erestor? Anyways, I don't think anyone will be in mortal danger as Glorfy is most likely going to brood about it more than get physical.

Lady Silverfrost: I tried to portray Thranduil and Celebrian as close cousins, so she would be very happy that her cousin is marrying Elrond's cousin! OMG, so many cousins. I hope to include some Celebrian-Gíl-wen heart to heart moments in the near future.

MorfindelthePhysicist: It is really annoying to have to capitalize the "P" in the middle of your name. Kids these days... ok, I will stop being silly. Soooooooo... this chapter is for you! #rondytheroyalbunnywatcher Upload your story already!

priime: This story continues on through the War of the Ring and all the way till Oropher and Gil-galad realize they are both great-great grandfathers with the same progeny ;) I hope you stick around until then. There will be many more chapters. I am so very honored that my writing has encouraged you to write your own stories. I look forward to reading them!

May East: Thank you! I am glad you like the character development. Here's the next chapter. Stay tuned.