Two months later:
Legolas glanced around at his companions wondering if they could sense something strange?
Not being elves they probably couldn't, but Legolas definitely could.
He felt something different about himself as well, but he was really glad he wasn't anyone else.
Just at that moment, Eomer was retching his guts out (ewwww, rather explicit aren't we) over one of the railings in Lothlorien.
(Don't ask me why everyone is in Lothlorien, THEY JUST ARE!!!)
Legolas had the sneaky suspicion that anyone passing below Eomer at the moment wouldn't be too happy with the human.
In fact, the only one who was throwing up more than Eomer was Pippin.
This quite distressed the little hobbit, who couldn't even smell ale without feeling queasy. (There's a terrible irony in that I'm sure).
And as for everyone else, well...
Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, Frodo and Haldir had all had a couple bouts of nausea, but that was nothing compared to their totally bizarre behavior.
Aragorn kept swinging his sword around like he wanted to kill someone (and he probably could with his attitude at the moment...I mean even the elves were scared of him).
Faramir was cleaning the table...while he was having breakfast. No one seemed brave enough to tell the man that it was pointless to try and clean the table while people were still eating at it.
Haldir kept snapping at everyone.
Frodo looked like he desperately needed something to do.
And Boromir...was the man actually crying?!
Well if he was he seemed to have gotten the sympathy of every female elf in Lothlorien in the process. (Lucky dog).
Legolas wasn't the only one who was confused by everyone's...differences.
Gandalf was as well.
So, he snuck away after breakfast to check the potion he had snitched from Galadriel. Maybe the vial had something of relevance on it.
Maybe the nauseating potion had a two-month delay or something.
But of course that didn't explain the "mood swings."
With that on his mind, Gandalf reached into his purse...I mean robes and grabbed the vial.
He then flipped the vial onto its right side and read the label.
"WHAT THE HELL?!?"
Everyone looked up from their meals.
Was that Gandalf?
Strange old man.
Galadriel had also heard Gandalf...in fact far too well because of her Elvish hearing.
And upon reaching the wizard's side...actually the wizard's back, she saw Gandalf holding her missing potion vial.
"Gandalf, what are you doing with my potion?"
Gandalf whirled around to face her.
"Um...Galadriel I think I have made a big mistake."
Galadriel looked at the vial in his hands. "No kidding. You broke into my potion cabinet." (Is it just me, or does the word potion sound stupid?)
Gandalf groaned. "This is far worse."
"What do mean Gandalf?"
Gandalf quickly sputtered out what had happened.
Everyone suddenly looked up from their meals once again.
Unless they were all mistaken, that was Galadriel laughing hysterically.
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Galadriel returned a few moments later with a very sheepish looking Gandalf by her side.
"Well I have news. I need to speak with Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, Legolas, Haldir, Frodo, Pippin and Eomer."
They all stood at attention when they heard their names.
Gimli, Sam, Merry and Haldir's brothers, Orophin and Rumil were also there and listening.
"It seems that Gandalf put a potion in some drinks at the celebration a couple months ago to get even with some people."
Everyone started shouting at once.
"Is that why I can't drink ale?!" Pippin whined.
"THAT CRAZY OLD WIZARD." (Haldir the bitch).
"Is the effect permanent?"
"What did he do that for?"
"You let him into your potion cabinet?"
Finally Legolas spoke up. "What exactly does this potion do?"
Galadriel stared at all of them, "First we have to establish who drank the potion. For there were 12 goblets that night and you may have noticed that the potion had a side effect of making you all somewhat...excited."
Everyone looked sheepish.
"We know that you 8 and Merry all got a goblet, but I'm pretty sure Merry's safe because he passed out right after he drank it."
Merry sighed, relieved, somehow knowing he didn't want to be in Pippin's shoes...uh...place right now.
"However," Galadriel continued sternly, "there are 3 goblets unaccounted for."
No one spoke.
They were all afraid to. But Eomer did.
"I think Wormie had one because he was hitting on me before...um yeah."
Galadriel nodded, trying not to grin even as Haldir's brothers both smirked, "That's one accounted for."
Pippin looked kind of uncomfortable.
"You know I did see a horny, drunken woodchuck wondering around that night."
Galadriel's (and for that matter everyone's) eyes widened in surprise. Galadriel turned to Haldir's brothers.
"Orophin, Rumil...there's a FREAKY woodchuck out there somewhere. Get rid of it!!"
Grumbling under their breath about freaky woodchucks and evil elf queens, the brothers walked out.
"Um...okay that's two. But what about..."
Merry raised his hand. "I actually had two. That's why I passed out right away."
Galadriel was quite relieved. Especially since she had gotten the potion back from Gandalf.
"Well then, I can tell you what's wrong with Aragorn, Faramir, Boromir, Eomer, Haldir, Frodo and Pippin."
"What about Legolas?" Pippin asked.
"He seems to be normal," Galadriel replied.
"What's wrong with the rest of us?" Aragorn asked worriedly.
Galadriel took a deep breath.
"You're pregnant."
Nobody moved. Nobody spoke.
After an extended moment of time they finally reacted.
Aragorn dropped his sword, Pippin once more threw up, Faramir turned sheet white, Boromir burst into tears, Eomer passed out, Haldir gave Galadriel a glare that could kill, Legolas blinked and held his breath (not about to admit he wasn't feeling like himself at the moment) and finally Frodo stood up and said something.
"I'm going to go make some jam."
Legolas glanced around at his companions wondering if they could sense something strange?
Not being elves they probably couldn't, but Legolas definitely could.
He felt something different about himself as well, but he was really glad he wasn't anyone else.
Just at that moment, Eomer was retching his guts out (ewwww, rather explicit aren't we) over one of the railings in Lothlorien.
(Don't ask me why everyone is in Lothlorien, THEY JUST ARE!!!)
Legolas had the sneaky suspicion that anyone passing below Eomer at the moment wouldn't be too happy with the human.
In fact, the only one who was throwing up more than Eomer was Pippin.
This quite distressed the little hobbit, who couldn't even smell ale without feeling queasy. (There's a terrible irony in that I'm sure).
And as for everyone else, well...
Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, Frodo and Haldir had all had a couple bouts of nausea, but that was nothing compared to their totally bizarre behavior.
Aragorn kept swinging his sword around like he wanted to kill someone (and he probably could with his attitude at the moment...I mean even the elves were scared of him).
Faramir was cleaning the table...while he was having breakfast. No one seemed brave enough to tell the man that it was pointless to try and clean the table while people were still eating at it.
Haldir kept snapping at everyone.
Frodo looked like he desperately needed something to do.
And Boromir...was the man actually crying?!
Well if he was he seemed to have gotten the sympathy of every female elf in Lothlorien in the process. (Lucky dog).
Legolas wasn't the only one who was confused by everyone's...differences.
Gandalf was as well.
So, he snuck away after breakfast to check the potion he had snitched from Galadriel. Maybe the vial had something of relevance on it.
Maybe the nauseating potion had a two-month delay or something.
But of course that didn't explain the "mood swings."
With that on his mind, Gandalf reached into his purse...I mean robes and grabbed the vial.
He then flipped the vial onto its right side and read the label.
"WHAT THE HELL?!?"
Everyone looked up from their meals.
Was that Gandalf?
Strange old man.
Galadriel had also heard Gandalf...in fact far too well because of her Elvish hearing.
And upon reaching the wizard's side...actually the wizard's back, she saw Gandalf holding her missing potion vial.
"Gandalf, what are you doing with my potion?"
Gandalf whirled around to face her.
"Um...Galadriel I think I have made a big mistake."
Galadriel looked at the vial in his hands. "No kidding. You broke into my potion cabinet." (Is it just me, or does the word potion sound stupid?)
Gandalf groaned. "This is far worse."
"What do mean Gandalf?"
Gandalf quickly sputtered out what had happened.
Everyone suddenly looked up from their meals once again.
Unless they were all mistaken, that was Galadriel laughing hysterically.
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Galadriel returned a few moments later with a very sheepish looking Gandalf by her side.
"Well I have news. I need to speak with Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, Legolas, Haldir, Frodo, Pippin and Eomer."
They all stood at attention when they heard their names.
Gimli, Sam, Merry and Haldir's brothers, Orophin and Rumil were also there and listening.
"It seems that Gandalf put a potion in some drinks at the celebration a couple months ago to get even with some people."
Everyone started shouting at once.
"Is that why I can't drink ale?!" Pippin whined.
"THAT CRAZY OLD WIZARD." (Haldir the bitch).
"Is the effect permanent?"
"What did he do that for?"
"You let him into your potion cabinet?"
Finally Legolas spoke up. "What exactly does this potion do?"
Galadriel stared at all of them, "First we have to establish who drank the potion. For there were 12 goblets that night and you may have noticed that the potion had a side effect of making you all somewhat...excited."
Everyone looked sheepish.
"We know that you 8 and Merry all got a goblet, but I'm pretty sure Merry's safe because he passed out right after he drank it."
Merry sighed, relieved, somehow knowing he didn't want to be in Pippin's shoes...uh...place right now.
"However," Galadriel continued sternly, "there are 3 goblets unaccounted for."
No one spoke.
They were all afraid to. But Eomer did.
"I think Wormie had one because he was hitting on me before...um yeah."
Galadriel nodded, trying not to grin even as Haldir's brothers both smirked, "That's one accounted for."
Pippin looked kind of uncomfortable.
"You know I did see a horny, drunken woodchuck wondering around that night."
Galadriel's (and for that matter everyone's) eyes widened in surprise. Galadriel turned to Haldir's brothers.
"Orophin, Rumil...there's a FREAKY woodchuck out there somewhere. Get rid of it!!"
Grumbling under their breath about freaky woodchucks and evil elf queens, the brothers walked out.
"Um...okay that's two. But what about..."
Merry raised his hand. "I actually had two. That's why I passed out right away."
Galadriel was quite relieved. Especially since she had gotten the potion back from Gandalf.
"Well then, I can tell you what's wrong with Aragorn, Faramir, Boromir, Eomer, Haldir, Frodo and Pippin."
"What about Legolas?" Pippin asked.
"He seems to be normal," Galadriel replied.
"What's wrong with the rest of us?" Aragorn asked worriedly.
Galadriel took a deep breath.
"You're pregnant."
Nobody moved. Nobody spoke.
After an extended moment of time they finally reacted.
Aragorn dropped his sword, Pippin once more threw up, Faramir turned sheet white, Boromir burst into tears, Eomer passed out, Haldir gave Galadriel a glare that could kill, Legolas blinked and held his breath (not about to admit he wasn't feeling like himself at the moment) and finally Frodo stood up and said something.
"I'm going to go make some jam."