Much Ado About Matching
By Windy McDohl
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Sir Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien and his heirs (I wish I were his heir, too!) and the fanfiction belongs to Windy, who happens to be broke with a naughty dog to eat his food. So don't sue Windy, okay? He'll make you a cookie?
Warning: This material contains slash and a little bit of OOC. More towards the book than anything else… (^^;) If you've only watched the movie and you're confused, that's okay. No need to worry so much about it! Just… Kick back and relax?
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Part One - Three Is Not A Crowd
"There is something bothering this elf, dear brother."
"Indeed, for I have not seen one so… preoccupied before. Especially *that* one. It would seem to me that he is one who would hardly think, being already full of the knowledge he has earned in his lifetime."
Glorfindel glared at the twin brothers through his golden brows. They stared back at him, and broke into a grin.
"I too, have a brain. I can think, thank you very much for your kind concern," Glorfindel replied to the unasked question, with all the dignity he could muster. The twins' mouths twitched before the fell over, howling with laughter.
"So, just what have you been thinking of?" Elladan lifted a dark brow at his father's old friend. "You have been poring over… things lately. What of?"
"Knowing you it must concern our oh-so-great-lord?" Elrohir was merciless in his jest. He loved it when Glorfindel was rendered speechless. Glorfindel looked at the twins and shook his head.
"You might guess right, but there is more about your father than meets the eye."
"There is," Elrohir grinned devilishly. His brother snickered. "It appears that he has succeeded in captivating his steward's heart."
Glorfindel favored them with one of his beautiful snorts. His slate blue eyes flickered over them deftly.
"Such perverse thoughts… I might think that what I have seen in the Lady's mirror reflects in your mind."
"What have you seen?" Elladan asked; his curiosity roused. Glorfindel smiled at him.
"I have seen men looking into boxes with moving pictures. They have somehow connected the small box below into a crack of wall, and then they get into a certain thing called a "website". I've seen pictures of elves and *men*," Glorfindel shuddered; "together and kissing. I have read the words of man depicting images of our lord 'snuggling down' with that dratted Isildur. And some were wonderfully satirical, depicting MY beauty and charm, my wonderful, golden hair, my sparkling blue eyes, my - "
"We know of the wonders of housing Glorfindel," Elrohir shook his head. He nudged his twin, and they gave each other meaningful glances. "What of our father?"
"Well," Glorfindel swallowed, taking in the limelight; "Well, it seems to me that nearly all the writings have one thing in common - they are written usually by ladies as well as enjoyed by them, as the Lady of the Wood enjoyed reading them - but it boils down to one thing; and that is that the lord of Rivendell is lonely."
"Lonely!" Elrohir exclaimed. "I've never noticed that!"
"What do we do?" Elladan asked. His mother had suffered, but surely something could be done to ease his father's pain!
Glorfindel grinned. That was the question he wanted to hear. He had devised a wonderful plan (as were all his plans; they were either wonderful or fantastic), and the twins were to help him execute it.
"Hear now," Glorfindel grinned; "We'll write a letter to Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, who is known for his charming beauty…"
"You've seen him before?"
"On the 'Internet', yes," Glorfindel was impatient. Elladan goggled at Glorfindel.
"What is the 'In-tuh-net'?"
If looks could cow, Elladan would have been cowed. He shifted uncomfortably under his friend's gaze. Glorfindel took pity on him and relented. "It's in a strange world with a lot of strange folk. Many people enjoy this thing called 'slash'. One rampant writer is good in writing Legolas with some human, but so far she has blissfully stayed away from writing about our lord. But is will that be so, when this odd blond boy keeps telling her that our lord is 'pretty', 'wonderful', 'has a great smile' and 'brilliant gems for eyes'? He deems himself as 'evil' and laughs funny."
"Laughs funny?" Elrohir was amused. "Such slang!"
"How does it sound?"
"Oh, I don't know… It goes like, meow hoo, hoo, ha, ha, ha!"
The twins burst out laughing. It was comical indeed to hear Glorfindel laugh like that. They sobered and Elladan urged Glorfindel to continue his scheme.
"Well, we'll write a letter to Prince Legolas. Of course one of you will have to forge your father's writing, and compose a beautiful sonnet to enchant this young prince, bidding him to come to our land. We must make them meet, and hopefully, our good lord will fall head over heels for this sapling."
"What if he rejects our father?" Elrohir was rather critical. Glorfindel merely smiled.
"Trust me, he won't."
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Elladan sat at the table, frowning hard over the paper he had been provided. Sonnets did not come over his mind often, though he was brought up in the way of the elves, even after a life of hunting orcs alongside humans. He drummed his fingers on the tabletop and hummed a short tune. He caught hold of the melody, and began to compose the letter with handwriting identical to his father's.
"Oh, gold the sun, the good sweet sun! Like the hair the flaxen rays are!
Your eyes the sky blue and free ~ mixed with a shade of amethyst and robin's egg!
I have seen your beauty; come to me!
For I cannot but dream from afar…"
Elladan sighed and put the quilt pen down. He stared at his brother and beckoned to him. Elrohir stepped over, smiling at his brother's plight.
"You may change the second line, dear brother," he observed; "and yet preserve the same meaning… 'Shades of robin's egg and amethyst…'"
"Ending with a line of 'mist'!"
"And after that says he?"
Elladan grinned wickedly. "I have said all in my verses penned above. I wish to behold you yet again, o child of the sun! My infatuation for you is deep, and you need only come to turn that into love, my sweet!"
Elrohir and Elladan burst out laughing at their evil plan. Their father would not know what hit him. Carefully the twin brothers scented the letter with lavender and rose, and folded it into an envelope, addressing it to Mirkwood. But just as they were to write the name of the one it was addressed to, their father walked in, beaming.
"Ah, it is pleasurable indeed to see you two enjoying the arts!"
The twins jumped and turned to meet their father's gaze. Elladan hurriedly shoved the letter under the stack of Elrond's own. The doing went unobserved by the elven lord.
"We're elves, dear father," Elladan embraced his father warmly. "We love the arts and all it stands for."
"Yes, we compose beautiful words to be loved by all," Elrohir added. He glanced at the beauty of his father and grinned. Legolas would not be able to resist such temptation!
The twins then saluted and left, grinning and nudging one another. Elrond shook his head and wandered over to his work desk. He picked up the letters to be sent abroad and his eyes fell on the last.
"Hmm," Elrond mused; "The name of the receiver is not written. Such carelessness on my part! Let's see; it's addressed to Mirkwood…"
Elrond picked up the quilt and penned down the name of only one person he had ever written to in Mirkwood - King Thranduil.
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To Be Continued…
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By Windy McDohl
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Sir Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien and his heirs (I wish I were his heir, too!) and the fanfiction belongs to Windy, who happens to be broke with a naughty dog to eat his food. So don't sue Windy, okay? He'll make you a cookie?
Warning: This material contains slash and a little bit of OOC. More towards the book than anything else… (^^;) If you've only watched the movie and you're confused, that's okay. No need to worry so much about it! Just… Kick back and relax?
__________________________
Part One - Three Is Not A Crowd
"There is something bothering this elf, dear brother."
"Indeed, for I have not seen one so… preoccupied before. Especially *that* one. It would seem to me that he is one who would hardly think, being already full of the knowledge he has earned in his lifetime."
Glorfindel glared at the twin brothers through his golden brows. They stared back at him, and broke into a grin.
"I too, have a brain. I can think, thank you very much for your kind concern," Glorfindel replied to the unasked question, with all the dignity he could muster. The twins' mouths twitched before the fell over, howling with laughter.
"So, just what have you been thinking of?" Elladan lifted a dark brow at his father's old friend. "You have been poring over… things lately. What of?"
"Knowing you it must concern our oh-so-great-lord?" Elrohir was merciless in his jest. He loved it when Glorfindel was rendered speechless. Glorfindel looked at the twins and shook his head.
"You might guess right, but there is more about your father than meets the eye."
"There is," Elrohir grinned devilishly. His brother snickered. "It appears that he has succeeded in captivating his steward's heart."
Glorfindel favored them with one of his beautiful snorts. His slate blue eyes flickered over them deftly.
"Such perverse thoughts… I might think that what I have seen in the Lady's mirror reflects in your mind."
"What have you seen?" Elladan asked; his curiosity roused. Glorfindel smiled at him.
"I have seen men looking into boxes with moving pictures. They have somehow connected the small box below into a crack of wall, and then they get into a certain thing called a "website". I've seen pictures of elves and *men*," Glorfindel shuddered; "together and kissing. I have read the words of man depicting images of our lord 'snuggling down' with that dratted Isildur. And some were wonderfully satirical, depicting MY beauty and charm, my wonderful, golden hair, my sparkling blue eyes, my - "
"We know of the wonders of housing Glorfindel," Elrohir shook his head. He nudged his twin, and they gave each other meaningful glances. "What of our father?"
"Well," Glorfindel swallowed, taking in the limelight; "Well, it seems to me that nearly all the writings have one thing in common - they are written usually by ladies as well as enjoyed by them, as the Lady of the Wood enjoyed reading them - but it boils down to one thing; and that is that the lord of Rivendell is lonely."
"Lonely!" Elrohir exclaimed. "I've never noticed that!"
"What do we do?" Elladan asked. His mother had suffered, but surely something could be done to ease his father's pain!
Glorfindel grinned. That was the question he wanted to hear. He had devised a wonderful plan (as were all his plans; they were either wonderful or fantastic), and the twins were to help him execute it.
"Hear now," Glorfindel grinned; "We'll write a letter to Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, who is known for his charming beauty…"
"You've seen him before?"
"On the 'Internet', yes," Glorfindel was impatient. Elladan goggled at Glorfindel.
"What is the 'In-tuh-net'?"
If looks could cow, Elladan would have been cowed. He shifted uncomfortably under his friend's gaze. Glorfindel took pity on him and relented. "It's in a strange world with a lot of strange folk. Many people enjoy this thing called 'slash'. One rampant writer is good in writing Legolas with some human, but so far she has blissfully stayed away from writing about our lord. But is will that be so, when this odd blond boy keeps telling her that our lord is 'pretty', 'wonderful', 'has a great smile' and 'brilliant gems for eyes'? He deems himself as 'evil' and laughs funny."
"Laughs funny?" Elrohir was amused. "Such slang!"
"How does it sound?"
"Oh, I don't know… It goes like, meow hoo, hoo, ha, ha, ha!"
The twins burst out laughing. It was comical indeed to hear Glorfindel laugh like that. They sobered and Elladan urged Glorfindel to continue his scheme.
"Well, we'll write a letter to Prince Legolas. Of course one of you will have to forge your father's writing, and compose a beautiful sonnet to enchant this young prince, bidding him to come to our land. We must make them meet, and hopefully, our good lord will fall head over heels for this sapling."
"What if he rejects our father?" Elrohir was rather critical. Glorfindel merely smiled.
"Trust me, he won't."
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Elladan sat at the table, frowning hard over the paper he had been provided. Sonnets did not come over his mind often, though he was brought up in the way of the elves, even after a life of hunting orcs alongside humans. He drummed his fingers on the tabletop and hummed a short tune. He caught hold of the melody, and began to compose the letter with handwriting identical to his father's.
"Oh, gold the sun, the good sweet sun! Like the hair the flaxen rays are!
Your eyes the sky blue and free ~ mixed with a shade of amethyst and robin's egg!
I have seen your beauty; come to me!
For I cannot but dream from afar…"
Elladan sighed and put the quilt pen down. He stared at his brother and beckoned to him. Elrohir stepped over, smiling at his brother's plight.
"You may change the second line, dear brother," he observed; "and yet preserve the same meaning… 'Shades of robin's egg and amethyst…'"
"Ending with a line of 'mist'!"
"And after that says he?"
Elladan grinned wickedly. "I have said all in my verses penned above. I wish to behold you yet again, o child of the sun! My infatuation for you is deep, and you need only come to turn that into love, my sweet!"
Elrohir and Elladan burst out laughing at their evil plan. Their father would not know what hit him. Carefully the twin brothers scented the letter with lavender and rose, and folded it into an envelope, addressing it to Mirkwood. But just as they were to write the name of the one it was addressed to, their father walked in, beaming.
"Ah, it is pleasurable indeed to see you two enjoying the arts!"
The twins jumped and turned to meet their father's gaze. Elladan hurriedly shoved the letter under the stack of Elrond's own. The doing went unobserved by the elven lord.
"We're elves, dear father," Elladan embraced his father warmly. "We love the arts and all it stands for."
"Yes, we compose beautiful words to be loved by all," Elrohir added. He glanced at the beauty of his father and grinned. Legolas would not be able to resist such temptation!
The twins then saluted and left, grinning and nudging one another. Elrond shook his head and wandered over to his work desk. He picked up the letters to be sent abroad and his eyes fell on the last.
"Hmm," Elrond mused; "The name of the receiver is not written. Such carelessness on my part! Let's see; it's addressed to Mirkwood…"
Elrond picked up the quilt and penned down the name of only one person he had ever written to in Mirkwood - King Thranduil.
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To Be Continued…
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