Taunting Elves

Disclaimer: I think we've been over this before, haven't we? Macaca Maca Maca! Which means, in Dwarvish- I OWN NOTHING, SO IF YOU SUE ME, I CAN REVERSE THE CHARGES AND GET A LOT OF MONEY!

Or can I? Not being a lawyer, I wouldn't really know…

…but hey!

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Due to a sudden and strange twist in the plot, we are suddenly in Lorien.

But all is not well in the glorious kingdom of the High Elves. Because Celeborn and Thranduil have been bad. Very bad. And since Thranduil is never around when Galadriael wants to kill him, and traveling to Mirkwood was not an option, only Celeborn was in trouble. Lots of trouble.

Of course, amends were quickly made afterwards, but the Lothlorien Elves were still trying to clean up the ruin wrought by Galadriael's ring- when Thranduil sent yet another package.

Celeborn walked into the small royal chamber where Lady Galadriael sat. The Lady of the Woods was concentrating very hard on the task in front of her… which appeared to be threading a needle. "Damn fine-Elven-thread…" Galadriael muttered aloud.

"Can I come in?" Celeborn asked, as might a very young child who had recently been punished.

Galadriael turned, about to send Celeborn sailing through the roof (There was a hole recently put through it by much the same occurrence, so he wouldn't have been unduly harmed.) when she noticed her lord's face, hands, and front of his tunic was stained a very unnatural purple.

'So that was what the laughing was about…' Galadriael thought, and then said, louder, to her husband, "Thranduil, I take it?"

Celeborn nodded miserably, then grinned. "I sent him an exploding pie!"

Galadriael pursed her full lips, and said, disapprovingly, "Don't you think, dearest, that if you stopped sending pranks to Thranduil, he would stop sending them to you?"

"But Galadriael!" Celeborn whined. "He did it first!" He wrung his purple hands together. "He's so unfair!"

"Now, dearest, I'm sure Thranduil didn't know you were deathly allergic to raspberries…"

"I know he did! I just know!" Celeborn exclaimed. He buried his face in Galadriael's long, fragrant hair and proceeded to sob.

Galadriael was, for one long moment, taken aback. Then, she started patting Celeborn on the shoulder, as she had not yet mastered the art of hugging backwards. "Aw, it's okay, dearest. We can send Thranduil an enchanted poisoned apple later."

"Really?" Celeborn asked, pulling back in delight. A look of horror suddenly froze on his face, which was no longer quite as purple.

"Really, swee- what!" She exclaimed, staring at Celeborn, who looked as if he was transfixed at the end of an arrow. "Wait… your face isn't so purple any more…"

"It's a nice color on you, my love," Celeborn began, as he backed away.

Galadriael raced over to her mirror. Just as she had feared, her hair was now, at least where Celeborn's face had been, a disturbing color of purple.

She turned around, a dark, scary look on her face.

But Celeborn was already gone.

"No fears, my love," Galadriael said with an evil laugh. "I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!"

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Oboebyrd: Conclusive evidence, I think, of why you should never write 'while under the influence', if you get my drift. But it was funny at the time. ^_^