Scene: Rivendell
"Elrond? Elrond. Elrond, wake up. Elrond!" Galadriel's voice rang out sharply in Elrond's head.
"What? Galadriel? Arwen can't come back, she's with you, she's stuck with you." Elrond warned.
"Elrond, Arwen tried to give her immortality to Aragorn."
"WHAT?"
"You knew."
"I suspected."
"You knew and refused to admit it."
"Wouldn't you?"
"Obviously I just haven't."
"Never mind. Is there anything we can do?"
"It would require you, Arwen, and Aragorn being with me and Celeborn here in Lothlorien."
"Aragorn's on a Quest."
"Astral projection."
"Pardon?"
Galadriel sent a mind glare to him.
"Hey, I'm the one who glares. You just smile."
"Whatever. Can you come?"
"Fine, fine, but you had better tell Thranduil that because of this I am not responsible for my sons' actions."
"They're in Mirkwood, aren't they."
"Yep."
"Sucks to be you."
"Thranduil's probably so drunk he won't notice."
"That's what you say every time."
"It's called wishful thinking."
"So what's your point?"
"Nothing. Goodbye." Elrond shut off communication abruptly and sighed. Galadriel was right. He had known. But at least he wouldn't have hordes of Lorien elves in Imladris crowding everything and complaining about how Lothlorien was so much better. Galadriel always seemed to require a full retinue of stuck up, prissy, Lorien elves. And he wouldn't even think about how many Celeborn required.not to mention those stupid Marchwarden brothers.
"Elrond? Elrond. Elrond, wake up. Elrond!" Galadriel's voice rang out sharply in Elrond's head.
"What? Galadriel? Arwen can't come back, she's with you, she's stuck with you." Elrond warned.
"Elrond, Arwen tried to give her immortality to Aragorn."
"WHAT?"
"You knew."
"I suspected."
"You knew and refused to admit it."
"Wouldn't you?"
"Obviously I just haven't."
"Never mind. Is there anything we can do?"
"It would require you, Arwen, and Aragorn being with me and Celeborn here in Lothlorien."
"Aragorn's on a Quest."
"Astral projection."
"Pardon?"
Galadriel sent a mind glare to him.
"Hey, I'm the one who glares. You just smile."
"Whatever. Can you come?"
"Fine, fine, but you had better tell Thranduil that because of this I am not responsible for my sons' actions."
"They're in Mirkwood, aren't they."
"Yep."
"Sucks to be you."
"Thranduil's probably so drunk he won't notice."
"That's what you say every time."
"It's called wishful thinking."
"So what's your point?"
"Nothing. Goodbye." Elrond shut off communication abruptly and sighed. Galadriel was right. He had known. But at least he wouldn't have hordes of Lorien elves in Imladris crowding everything and complaining about how Lothlorien was so much better. Galadriel always seemed to require a full retinue of stuck up, prissy, Lorien elves. And he wouldn't even think about how many Celeborn required.not to mention those stupid Marchwarden brothers.