Much Ado About Matching
By Windy McDohl
Disclaimer: Again, not mine. The characters belong to Sir Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien who's going to haunt me for the rest of my miserable life for getting his characters into a fix. The fanfiction is mine. (^^;)
Warning: Slash, slash and yet more slash! WHEEEEEEE! Kumbayah! *Is singing to trees*
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Part Three - The Tempest
"I can't believe it!"
The twins hung their heads sadly. They looked up at their flustered friend and broke into rueful grins. "I guess our father wouldn't mind a different companion, would he?"
"My WONDERFUL plan! Ruined!" Glorfindel paid no attention to the twin brothers. He paced around the room frowning. Elladan shook his head and leaned against his younger sibling.
"Well, we need to remedy this, and quickly, too," Elladan said thoughtfully. "What a shame! We thought that they might like one another…"
"Legolas does, at least," Elrohir chipped in, anxious to make Glorfindel feel better. "He might have a chance in this!"
"Against his own father?" Elladan was skeptical. "You've gotta be kidding me!"
"Stop using such slang, dear brother," Elrohir patted his brother's dark hair. "It is unbecoming of your… mature ways."
"Don't forget my piety." Elladan grinned despite himself. Glorfindel turned to the twins and smiled.
"You know, not many people on the Internet like Thranduil," Glorfindel said. "Even Lady Galadriel shuddered at the thought of that pairing written by the strange blond. But he's planned to change the events, to pair up our lord with Legolas."
"That blond human… Windy? Wasn't he the one who allegedly wrote about… Gimli with Legolas?"
"Yes…" Glorfindel lifted a brow. "How did you know?"
"I saw it in our grandmother's mirror," Elrohir admitted. "We peeped in and clicked a link from his profile."
"And he drew funny pictures of our father with Legolas," Elladan shuddered. "He even thought of Mithrandir with our father."
"Well, he is blessed with foresight," Glorfindel said. "I read one of his works, recorded like what we are facing now. If he isn't a god, I don't know what he is."
"Really?" Elrohir grinned. "I heard that he is a slave to his dog."
"His fat dog… What's his name? Zell, yes, Zell."
"I have also read another on a different writer," Elladan smiled. "Our father protected Legolas from his evil family… And he was… you know, pleasure - "
"Uh, uh," Elrohir clasped his palm over his twin brother's mouth. "We will not speak of that. But I know that Windy enjoyed that story very much and wants to coax the author into finishing it."
"He's also enjoyed a 'Western' story."
"Place your hands to the sky, you lily-livered duck!"
"Yah! Die, varmint!"
The twins burst out laughing. Glorfindel shook his head smilingly. "If that is the ways of the land west of the seas, I can see why Lady Celebrian left for it."
"Well, what are we to do about this situation, then?" Elladan asked, finally wanting to get to business. Glorfindel rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"We may try to set your father up with Legolas while he is still here… He's beautiful enough to win your father's heart."
"But what if Legolas resists?"
"We'll try to make him like our lord. If not… it's just settled for Thranduil." Glorfindel stared at the twins. "I'm sure that you would not want your father to be named Mister Elrond Thranduil, would you?"
"Yuckies!"
"Elrohir, dear brother, you sound like a disgusted fan girl!"
"I joined a fan list…" Elrohir grinned. "I'm known as Cyber-Elrohir. Cool, eh?"
"You own a site?" Glorfindel was amused. Elrohir sighed.
"Angel Fire deleted it for 'harmful content'. Some flamer got in my way, and now I'm going to hunt her down and skewer her guts over a roaring pit."
"You should host it in Geocities," Glorfindel suggested, not liking Elrohir looking so disappointed.
"And PAY for FTP? No way!" Elrohir sulkily sat down. "I'm penniless."
"They're charging?" Elladan was shocked. His brother pursed his lips.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, they are. I'm so going to delete my email account, too! Can you imagine it! They charge you for forwarding messages!"
"Well, at least we won't get any more forwarded junk," Elladan was optimistic. "But then I'm still getting lots of useless junk-mail. But I get a lot of fan mails from fan girls too! They love me!"
"You're Lord Elrond's son," Glorfindel remarked. "Who wouldn't?"
"Yeah, but that gritty producer made our father less beautiful… There weren't even any shots of us in the background! And they gave all the credit to Arwen for saving the hobbit's life!"
"Me neither!" Glorfindel bristled. "I read the anthology of 'The Lord Of The Rings' about all of us, and I was supposed to be the one to help the human deliver the hobbit to Imladris!"
"That's SO unfair."
"I hear that Windy's going to delete his site from Geocities and host it in a 'Japanese' server. He's going to totally stop writing in 'English', and write everything in either 'Japanese' or 'Chinese'."
"Lack of fan support, I suppose," Elladan shook his head. "No one actually bothers voting nowadays. I more accurately heard that he'd delete everything, sit down and work at home… never to hear of the Net again."
Glorfindel sat up. "Well, let's not think about it anymore. If Windy's going to vanish or move, we wish him the best. Right now, it's matchmaker time!"
Together they sat down, and planned their strategies carefully.
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Legolas strolled along the stream, humming softly to a tune. His mind flashed back to the thoughts that afternoon, when the Lord of Imladris had collapsed after receiving a letter from his father. Legolas blushed, remembering how… naughty he felt when he saw that. How he would like to touch that dark, contrasting locks, and breathe in the scent of dew that seemed to waft past him from the white robes…
He was jolted from his thoughts by two taps on his shoulders. Two dark-haired elves grinned at him, and he realized that it was the twin sons of Elrond.
"We would like you to play a game with us, Legolas!"
"Please do! We are one man short!"
"The Rangers have also come to watch! Some of them are in our team!" Elladan beamed excitedly. "Elendir has come to join us!" At that, a tall, sexy ranger strode across, winking at Elladan. He gave a loud yell and ran after the man.
"Comrade!"
"I wish you wouldn't call me that," the man sighed, but he continued smiling at Elladan. He looked rather fond of the half-elf. "Mayhap you call me by my name, or… more than that formal term."
"Ahem," Glorfindel coughed. Elendir's smile widened as he spied Glorfindel step into view. "The game is about to start - Is Legolas going to join us?"
"Yes," the twins answered for him. Legolas was stumped. "What?"
But it was too late. Legolas was dragged after them to join in the game.
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To Be Continued…
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By Windy McDohl
Disclaimer: Again, not mine. The characters belong to Sir Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien who's going to haunt me for the rest of my miserable life for getting his characters into a fix. The fanfiction is mine. (^^;)
Warning: Slash, slash and yet more slash! WHEEEEEEE! Kumbayah! *Is singing to trees*
_______________________
Part Three - The Tempest
"I can't believe it!"
The twins hung their heads sadly. They looked up at their flustered friend and broke into rueful grins. "I guess our father wouldn't mind a different companion, would he?"
"My WONDERFUL plan! Ruined!" Glorfindel paid no attention to the twin brothers. He paced around the room frowning. Elladan shook his head and leaned against his younger sibling.
"Well, we need to remedy this, and quickly, too," Elladan said thoughtfully. "What a shame! We thought that they might like one another…"
"Legolas does, at least," Elrohir chipped in, anxious to make Glorfindel feel better. "He might have a chance in this!"
"Against his own father?" Elladan was skeptical. "You've gotta be kidding me!"
"Stop using such slang, dear brother," Elrohir patted his brother's dark hair. "It is unbecoming of your… mature ways."
"Don't forget my piety." Elladan grinned despite himself. Glorfindel turned to the twins and smiled.
"You know, not many people on the Internet like Thranduil," Glorfindel said. "Even Lady Galadriel shuddered at the thought of that pairing written by the strange blond. But he's planned to change the events, to pair up our lord with Legolas."
"That blond human… Windy? Wasn't he the one who allegedly wrote about… Gimli with Legolas?"
"Yes…" Glorfindel lifted a brow. "How did you know?"
"I saw it in our grandmother's mirror," Elrohir admitted. "We peeped in and clicked a link from his profile."
"And he drew funny pictures of our father with Legolas," Elladan shuddered. "He even thought of Mithrandir with our father."
"Well, he is blessed with foresight," Glorfindel said. "I read one of his works, recorded like what we are facing now. If he isn't a god, I don't know what he is."
"Really?" Elrohir grinned. "I heard that he is a slave to his dog."
"His fat dog… What's his name? Zell, yes, Zell."
"I have also read another on a different writer," Elladan smiled. "Our father protected Legolas from his evil family… And he was… you know, pleasure - "
"Uh, uh," Elrohir clasped his palm over his twin brother's mouth. "We will not speak of that. But I know that Windy enjoyed that story very much and wants to coax the author into finishing it."
"He's also enjoyed a 'Western' story."
"Place your hands to the sky, you lily-livered duck!"
"Yah! Die, varmint!"
The twins burst out laughing. Glorfindel shook his head smilingly. "If that is the ways of the land west of the seas, I can see why Lady Celebrian left for it."
"Well, what are we to do about this situation, then?" Elladan asked, finally wanting to get to business. Glorfindel rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"We may try to set your father up with Legolas while he is still here… He's beautiful enough to win your father's heart."
"But what if Legolas resists?"
"We'll try to make him like our lord. If not… it's just settled for Thranduil." Glorfindel stared at the twins. "I'm sure that you would not want your father to be named Mister Elrond Thranduil, would you?"
"Yuckies!"
"Elrohir, dear brother, you sound like a disgusted fan girl!"
"I joined a fan list…" Elrohir grinned. "I'm known as Cyber-Elrohir. Cool, eh?"
"You own a site?" Glorfindel was amused. Elrohir sighed.
"Angel Fire deleted it for 'harmful content'. Some flamer got in my way, and now I'm going to hunt her down and skewer her guts over a roaring pit."
"You should host it in Geocities," Glorfindel suggested, not liking Elrohir looking so disappointed.
"And PAY for FTP? No way!" Elrohir sulkily sat down. "I'm penniless."
"They're charging?" Elladan was shocked. His brother pursed his lips.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, they are. I'm so going to delete my email account, too! Can you imagine it! They charge you for forwarding messages!"
"Well, at least we won't get any more forwarded junk," Elladan was optimistic. "But then I'm still getting lots of useless junk-mail. But I get a lot of fan mails from fan girls too! They love me!"
"You're Lord Elrond's son," Glorfindel remarked. "Who wouldn't?"
"Yeah, but that gritty producer made our father less beautiful… There weren't even any shots of us in the background! And they gave all the credit to Arwen for saving the hobbit's life!"
"Me neither!" Glorfindel bristled. "I read the anthology of 'The Lord Of The Rings' about all of us, and I was supposed to be the one to help the human deliver the hobbit to Imladris!"
"That's SO unfair."
"I hear that Windy's going to delete his site from Geocities and host it in a 'Japanese' server. He's going to totally stop writing in 'English', and write everything in either 'Japanese' or 'Chinese'."
"Lack of fan support, I suppose," Elladan shook his head. "No one actually bothers voting nowadays. I more accurately heard that he'd delete everything, sit down and work at home… never to hear of the Net again."
Glorfindel sat up. "Well, let's not think about it anymore. If Windy's going to vanish or move, we wish him the best. Right now, it's matchmaker time!"
Together they sat down, and planned their strategies carefully.
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Legolas strolled along the stream, humming softly to a tune. His mind flashed back to the thoughts that afternoon, when the Lord of Imladris had collapsed after receiving a letter from his father. Legolas blushed, remembering how… naughty he felt when he saw that. How he would like to touch that dark, contrasting locks, and breathe in the scent of dew that seemed to waft past him from the white robes…
He was jolted from his thoughts by two taps on his shoulders. Two dark-haired elves grinned at him, and he realized that it was the twin sons of Elrond.
"We would like you to play a game with us, Legolas!"
"Please do! We are one man short!"
"The Rangers have also come to watch! Some of them are in our team!" Elladan beamed excitedly. "Elendir has come to join us!" At that, a tall, sexy ranger strode across, winking at Elladan. He gave a loud yell and ran after the man.
"Comrade!"
"I wish you wouldn't call me that," the man sighed, but he continued smiling at Elladan. He looked rather fond of the half-elf. "Mayhap you call me by my name, or… more than that formal term."
"Ahem," Glorfindel coughed. Elendir's smile widened as he spied Glorfindel step into view. "The game is about to start - Is Legolas going to join us?"
"Yes," the twins answered for him. Legolas was stumped. "What?"
But it was too late. Legolas was dragged after them to join in the game.
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To Be Continued…
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