CHAPPIE 6
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RIVENDELL:
Arwen stormed into her father's room, fuming. "Daddy! Daddy!"
Elrond sighed. "What, Arwen?"
"My hair!" she cried.
"What about it?" he asked wearily.
"It's getting shorter!"
"What?" Elrond stood up abruptly. This was a cause for concern. An elf's hair was one of it's greatest concerns - girl elves' hair could be no shorter than the small of their back, and a guy elf's no farther than the middle of their back. Arwen's hair was very long, but still.
"Look, Daddy!" she wailed. "Look at it!"
Elrond looked. He gasped. It was about one inch away from being right on the line. He remembered the last time such a thing had happened. It was his wife, and that was why she was attacked. Elves with the wrong hair length were very unlucky.
"It's ok, Arwen, it's ok," he assured her.
"No, it's not!" she wailed. Elrond patted her shoulder, but privately wondered what was happening. Perhaps it was Thranduil getting revenge.
ON THE TRAIL:
"Aragorn, stop. Just, stop!" Legolas called.
"What?" Aragorn turned around, puzzled.
"Your hair. We have to do something about it. And your face. Look how clean it is!" Legolas said.
"He's right, you know. If you were an elf, I'd say you were starting to look like a girl elf," Gimli added.
"Well, I'm not an elf," Aragorn said irritably. It was a bit of a touchy subject with him. "Look, see?" he rubbed one of his ears. And rubbed it again. Wasn't the top supposed to be rounded? Not - going up. No, it wasn't happening. It really wasn't happening -
"Aragorn, you've got Elf-ears," Legolas commented. Aragorn glared at him.
"I realised that, thank you!" he said angrily.
"Well, you never know."
Aragorn glared again.
"Maybe it's a side effect of Galadriel's spell," Gimli suggested.
"I doubt it," Legolas said, frowning. "If it was, Galadriel would've told him. So either she didn't know about this and is connected, doesn't know and isn't connected, or does know and is connected."
"Or she knows but wasn't connected."
"Oh, yeah."
Aragorn glared at them. They obviously weren't taking this seriously. Then he remembered what Gimli had said. 'If you were an elf, I'd say you were starting to look like a girl elf'. A girl elf. "Shit!" the elf and dwarf jumped, not used to hearing Aragorn swear.
"Dude, calm down. What's wrong?" Legolas asked his friend, worried.
"Damn Galadriel!" Aragorn raged.
"What?" Legolas was still confused. So was Gimli.
"I AM turning into a girl elf!" Aragorn cried. "I'm turning into Arwen!"
Bwahaha. Poor Aragorn and Arwen. Will they never escape their torment? Review to find out! Of course, you could always click the next chapter button, but that's not the point. Ok, long author messages get annoying, so I'll just say:
Mwah!
Incurelf.
DISCLAIMER: Please, people. Use your logic. I know you're all intelligent people. If it was mine.WOULD I BE WRITING FANFICTION ABOUT IT??!! NO!
Right. On with it. Sending th' thanks and t'luv to happy molecule, my ever- faithful reviewer. Thank you very much for the reviews, I love them! Short, but sweet. It works.
RIVENDELL:
Arwen stormed into her father's room, fuming. "Daddy! Daddy!"
Elrond sighed. "What, Arwen?"
"My hair!" she cried.
"What about it?" he asked wearily.
"It's getting shorter!"
"What?" Elrond stood up abruptly. This was a cause for concern. An elf's hair was one of it's greatest concerns - girl elves' hair could be no shorter than the small of their back, and a guy elf's no farther than the middle of their back. Arwen's hair was very long, but still.
"Look, Daddy!" she wailed. "Look at it!"
Elrond looked. He gasped. It was about one inch away from being right on the line. He remembered the last time such a thing had happened. It was his wife, and that was why she was attacked. Elves with the wrong hair length were very unlucky.
"It's ok, Arwen, it's ok," he assured her.
"No, it's not!" she wailed. Elrond patted her shoulder, but privately wondered what was happening. Perhaps it was Thranduil getting revenge.
ON THE TRAIL:
"Aragorn, stop. Just, stop!" Legolas called.
"What?" Aragorn turned around, puzzled.
"Your hair. We have to do something about it. And your face. Look how clean it is!" Legolas said.
"He's right, you know. If you were an elf, I'd say you were starting to look like a girl elf," Gimli added.
"Well, I'm not an elf," Aragorn said irritably. It was a bit of a touchy subject with him. "Look, see?" he rubbed one of his ears. And rubbed it again. Wasn't the top supposed to be rounded? Not - going up. No, it wasn't happening. It really wasn't happening -
"Aragorn, you've got Elf-ears," Legolas commented. Aragorn glared at him.
"I realised that, thank you!" he said angrily.
"Well, you never know."
Aragorn glared again.
"Maybe it's a side effect of Galadriel's spell," Gimli suggested.
"I doubt it," Legolas said, frowning. "If it was, Galadriel would've told him. So either she didn't know about this and is connected, doesn't know and isn't connected, or does know and is connected."
"Or she knows but wasn't connected."
"Oh, yeah."
Aragorn glared at them. They obviously weren't taking this seriously. Then he remembered what Gimli had said. 'If you were an elf, I'd say you were starting to look like a girl elf'. A girl elf. "Shit!" the elf and dwarf jumped, not used to hearing Aragorn swear.
"Dude, calm down. What's wrong?" Legolas asked his friend, worried.
"Damn Galadriel!" Aragorn raged.
"What?" Legolas was still confused. So was Gimli.
"I AM turning into a girl elf!" Aragorn cried. "I'm turning into Arwen!"
Bwahaha. Poor Aragorn and Arwen. Will they never escape their torment? Review to find out! Of course, you could always click the next chapter button, but that's not the point. Ok, long author messages get annoying, so I'll just say:
Mwah!
Incurelf.