Eomer scowled at Grima, "What are you doing here, Wormie?"
Wormie, I mean Grima, put a hand on Eomer's shoulder, "I wanted to beg your forgiveness. I'll serve you and your family faithfully."
Eomer jerked away, growling, "You'll never get near my sister again, Wormie."
Grima sighed and gave Eomer a once over, sipping his glass of burgundy, "I do not want your sister King Eomer. My sights have switched to you my Lord."
Eomer wrinkled his nose in disgust, "Uh, sorry Wormie. I'm flattered (he's totally lying here). Really. But...I'm not into...guys."
"I'll serve you faithfully, my lord," Grima promised again, begging. However, he was looking Eomer over in a way that made the King of Rohan very uncomfortable.
Eomer looked around for help, "Really, Wormie, I'm not into that male-male...is that Aragorn?!"
Wormie, I mean Grima, glanced over with a scowl. "Yes."
Eomer patted Grima absently on the shoulder as he handed the man his empty glass of burgundy, "Excuse me, Wormie. I, uh...I just remembered..."
His words trailed off as he ran after Aragorn.
Wormie, I mean Grima, scowled. Royalty had all the fun.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
By the time the celebration ended there were at least 50 hobbits and a woodchuck passed out under the tables and all the guests of honor, those that had played a big part in the destroying of the ring or in various battles, had been absent for hours.
Nobody really knew where they'd all disappeared to.
At least not until Frodo stumbled out of Galadriel's bedchamber as hung over as, well...a hung over hobbit.
Haldir was caught sneaking out of Faramir's room.
Legolas, though an elf, stumbled out of Boromir's room only half dressed and looking a little green that blended nicely with his totally mortified blush at being caught leaving a MAN'S bedroom hung over and half-clothed.
Aragorn and Eomer discreetly snuck out of a storage closet (don't ask) separately with some bogus story about 'being in council'.
Pippin came to behind a suit of armor at the end of the hall with only vague memories of the night before.
Merry still remained passed out in his room.
Legolas made his appearance shortly after breakfast, frantically looking for 6 double A batteries because the ones in his hair dryer had died.
He refused to meet anyone's gaze and stubbornly pretended he had no clue WHY he had spent the night in Boromir's bedroom.
Boromir locked himself in his room, refusing to come out until "that damn elf is gone 'cause I never want to see him again!"
Apparently SOMEBODY wasn't satisfied with how the night had turned out. Either that or the Gondorian was just REALLY embarrassed.
Hmmmm.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Frodo couldn't meet Galadriel's eye all afternoon, not really knowing what had happened the night before.
Even though Galadriel had been perfectly nice and understanding. She had even given Frodo a nice Elvish recipe for jam.
Although Frodo had no idea when he was going to use that!
Legolas was just going to forget that last night had ever happened. By pretending it had never happened.
Especially when he thought about the situation in retrospect, he had heard a lot more of the "festivities" last night, then he cared to admit.
Damn elf hearing!
Wormie, I mean Grima, put a hand on Eomer's shoulder, "I wanted to beg your forgiveness. I'll serve you and your family faithfully."
Eomer jerked away, growling, "You'll never get near my sister again, Wormie."
Grima sighed and gave Eomer a once over, sipping his glass of burgundy, "I do not want your sister King Eomer. My sights have switched to you my Lord."
Eomer wrinkled his nose in disgust, "Uh, sorry Wormie. I'm flattered (he's totally lying here). Really. But...I'm not into...guys."
"I'll serve you faithfully, my lord," Grima promised again, begging. However, he was looking Eomer over in a way that made the King of Rohan very uncomfortable.
Eomer looked around for help, "Really, Wormie, I'm not into that male-male...is that Aragorn?!"
Wormie, I mean Grima, glanced over with a scowl. "Yes."
Eomer patted Grima absently on the shoulder as he handed the man his empty glass of burgundy, "Excuse me, Wormie. I, uh...I just remembered..."
His words trailed off as he ran after Aragorn.
Wormie, I mean Grima, scowled. Royalty had all the fun.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
By the time the celebration ended there were at least 50 hobbits and a woodchuck passed out under the tables and all the guests of honor, those that had played a big part in the destroying of the ring or in various battles, had been absent for hours.
Nobody really knew where they'd all disappeared to.
At least not until Frodo stumbled out of Galadriel's bedchamber as hung over as, well...a hung over hobbit.
Haldir was caught sneaking out of Faramir's room.
Legolas, though an elf, stumbled out of Boromir's room only half dressed and looking a little green that blended nicely with his totally mortified blush at being caught leaving a MAN'S bedroom hung over and half-clothed.
Aragorn and Eomer discreetly snuck out of a storage closet (don't ask) separately with some bogus story about 'being in council'.
Pippin came to behind a suit of armor at the end of the hall with only vague memories of the night before.
Merry still remained passed out in his room.
Legolas made his appearance shortly after breakfast, frantically looking for 6 double A batteries because the ones in his hair dryer had died.
He refused to meet anyone's gaze and stubbornly pretended he had no clue WHY he had spent the night in Boromir's bedroom.
Boromir locked himself in his room, refusing to come out until "that damn elf is gone 'cause I never want to see him again!"
Apparently SOMEBODY wasn't satisfied with how the night had turned out. Either that or the Gondorian was just REALLY embarrassed.
Hmmmm.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Frodo couldn't meet Galadriel's eye all afternoon, not really knowing what had happened the night before.
Even though Galadriel had been perfectly nice and understanding. She had even given Frodo a nice Elvish recipe for jam.
Although Frodo had no idea when he was going to use that!
Legolas was just going to forget that last night had ever happened. By pretending it had never happened.
Especially when he thought about the situation in retrospect, he had heard a lot more of the "festivities" last night, then he cared to admit.
Damn elf hearing!