Chapter Five: Some Dinner Guests Get a Big Surprise
Helga and Olga (or should I say Heldessa and Oldessa) followed Legolas and Thranduil into the beautiful Great Hall. Many elves were already seated and chattering happily, but when Olga and Helga entered, they all turned to stare. Olga and Helga awkwardly took seats at the table as storms of elf whispers broke out around them. Legolas and Thranduil both sat at the head of the table as the food began to be served. Baskets of sweet wild berries, loaves of fresh bread, plates of fish, jugs of wine, and what seemed to be a huge wild boar were set onto the table. The elves helped themselves. The evening was getting along quite nicely until Helga dropped her fork.
"Oh, excuse me." She said to the elf next to her as she bent to retrieve her fork. But as she was getting up she bumped into the elf next to her, who fell into the plate of fish in front of him, which caused the plate to bounce up and hit the elf across from Helga, who slammed into the wall causing a sword on display to fall and skewer the boar. Then the boar rolled across the table, knocking down jugs of wine and disrupting plates of food, and fell right into kind Thranduil's lap.
Then, Legolas and Olga both tried at the same time to get the boar of Thranduil's lap, but their heads banged together with a sickening crack sound, which knocked out Legolas but only left Olga dazed because she had a really hard head. Olga, spluttering apologies, stood up, presumably to get a better vantage point of which to try and help the king, but she had somehow gotten the white tablecloth stuck to her dress. So as she stood up the whole tablecloth rippled toward her, and the remaining food fell off the table. Thranduil's eyes were closed in embarrassment; Legolas' head had fallen into a bowl of soup because he was still unconscious, and many other elves were nursing small injuries while others just sat motionless in complete and utter surprise. This kind of thing hadn't happened at the table of Thranduil since never.
"We're... sorry?" said Olga and Helga at the same time. Then, something even stranger happened. Olga's crystal blue eyes flashed back to her muddy brown color before turning back to blue. Helga's stomach bulged out with fat before settling back down. Both of their hair began to curl up to its original state. Their clothes flashed back and forth between the elf dress and human midriffs.
"We... uh... have to go." Stuttered Helga, and her voice cracked to her annoying highness and then lowered drastically. They both ran out of the room, Olga still dragging the tablecloth with her until it finally came off. The sisters ran out of the hall and into a random hallway that was thankfully deserted. They were both back to their elfin forms.
"Oh my gosh... what happened?" said Helga.
Helga and Olga (or should I say Heldessa and Oldessa) followed Legolas and Thranduil into the beautiful Great Hall. Many elves were already seated and chattering happily, but when Olga and Helga entered, they all turned to stare. Olga and Helga awkwardly took seats at the table as storms of elf whispers broke out around them. Legolas and Thranduil both sat at the head of the table as the food began to be served. Baskets of sweet wild berries, loaves of fresh bread, plates of fish, jugs of wine, and what seemed to be a huge wild boar were set onto the table. The elves helped themselves. The evening was getting along quite nicely until Helga dropped her fork.
"Oh, excuse me." She said to the elf next to her as she bent to retrieve her fork. But as she was getting up she bumped into the elf next to her, who fell into the plate of fish in front of him, which caused the plate to bounce up and hit the elf across from Helga, who slammed into the wall causing a sword on display to fall and skewer the boar. Then the boar rolled across the table, knocking down jugs of wine and disrupting plates of food, and fell right into kind Thranduil's lap.
Then, Legolas and Olga both tried at the same time to get the boar of Thranduil's lap, but their heads banged together with a sickening crack sound, which knocked out Legolas but only left Olga dazed because she had a really hard head. Olga, spluttering apologies, stood up, presumably to get a better vantage point of which to try and help the king, but she had somehow gotten the white tablecloth stuck to her dress. So as she stood up the whole tablecloth rippled toward her, and the remaining food fell off the table. Thranduil's eyes were closed in embarrassment; Legolas' head had fallen into a bowl of soup because he was still unconscious, and many other elves were nursing small injuries while others just sat motionless in complete and utter surprise. This kind of thing hadn't happened at the table of Thranduil since never.
"We're... sorry?" said Olga and Helga at the same time. Then, something even stranger happened. Olga's crystal blue eyes flashed back to her muddy brown color before turning back to blue. Helga's stomach bulged out with fat before settling back down. Both of their hair began to curl up to its original state. Their clothes flashed back and forth between the elf dress and human midriffs.
"We... uh... have to go." Stuttered Helga, and her voice cracked to her annoying highness and then lowered drastically. They both ran out of the room, Olga still dragging the tablecloth with her until it finally came off. The sisters ran out of the hall and into a random hallway that was thankfully deserted. They were both back to their elfin forms.
"Oh my gosh... what happened?" said Helga.