Much Ado About Matching
By Windy McDohl
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. I'm sad… They belong to The Great Sir Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien. This piece contains slash! Please proceed with caution!
Note: Siam Shade sings Junjou Na Kanjou. (That's the 1/3 theme for Rurouni Kenshin). I listened to it for like, 100 times or so till I feel stupid now. But hey! It sure beats listening to the Macarena, right?
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Part Seven - All's Well That Ends Well
Glorfindel paced around the halls nervously, in wait for the twins and Legolas to appear. This did not look very good - neither of them, save for the kind of Mirkwood, wanted Elrond to marry Thranduil, who most probably would, as he did before, torture them by singing "Oops I Did It Again" again. He'd probably switch to "Hit Me Baby One More Time" or something like that. He might even sing "Black Or White" or even Sailormoon's theme song. Glorfindel shuddered. He didn't want to hear THAT.
Legolas appeared soon after. He was dressed wonderfully (is it the right word?) - in a tight pale-blue tank top with matching denim white jeans. Gandalf had just come from a strange realm called Reality and he had bought those clothes in "New York" to aid his elf friends in their plight.
"You look great," Ithilas chirped, seeing his brother. He grinned. "Just like dad hates - J-Rock!"
"Yes, indeed," Gandalf agreed. He turned Legolas around to inspect the clothes better. "Nice and trendy. That Thranduil may like dressing in drag, but his sons should not! Come; do not be shy! Just do all you can to save our friend!"
Legolas nodded, resolved to save his one and only (~SUTEKI DA NE… Whoops! Sorry!). Ithilas then peered around in search for Elrond's twin sons.
"Where are Elladan and Elrohir?" he asked. Glorfindel nodded. He was rather worried - the wedding ceremony would soon start, and they would be late!
"Don't worry! We're coming!"
The popped out of the room dressed in identical pieces of clothing. Like Legolas, they wore tank tops; but theirs had turtlenecks, and were a darker shade of blue compared to his. Their hair was cut short, reaching the napes of their necks, and their fringes adorably were sliced in a slanting fashion opposite of each other's. They shared grins, and turned to Gandalf for support.
"What do you think?" the asked in unison.
"Your father is going to kill me," Glorfindel choked, upon seeing their blue-streaked hair and pierced ears. "You look like regular punks!"
"Thanks and no thanks," Elrohir said huffily. "I was asking Gandalf his opinion. Gandalf, what do you think?"
"It's fine," Gandalf said amiably. "You look like two nice punks, whether or not Glorfindel approves of it."
"Good heavens!" Glorfindel pretended to roll his eyes, but secretly he was fascinated by their dress code. He vowed to try it out himself after the event.
"The wedding is about to start," Ithilas warned. "We must hurry. The writer is also cooking up another story in his head and he wants to end this quickly!"
The elves and the wizard raced to the courtyard, where the ceremony was to begin. They were to perform on stage for their father in celebration to the wedding, as he had ordered. He had wanted them to sing Christina Aguelera's "Genie In A Bottle", which obviously they didn't want to. Besides, Glorfindel had downloaded a better MP3 and they had practiced for hours now.
Thranduil sat tapping his foot. He stood when he saw the elves, and was horrified. Elrond goggled at his sons' hair and clothes, feeling slightly faint.
"YUUUUUUCK!" Thranduil screeched. "What in the name of Madonna is this? What are you wearing? It's disgusting!"
"Well…"
"Well, never mind! Let's begin," Thranduil clapped his hands and dragged Elrond up. "Go on, boys!"
Accordingly Legolas and the twins got up to stage, amidst of the cheers the elves were giving them. Thranduil nodded, a signal for them to begin. Legolas walked to a microphone, and picked up an electric guitar, much to the surprise of Thranduil.
All at once, the three elves began to play their instruments with the backup help of a few other elves. Thranduil shrieked when he heard it.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! ANIME J-ROCK! RUROUNI KENSHIN! NOOOOOOOOO!"
"Kowareruhodoaishitemo sanbun noichimo tsutawaranai
Junjou Na Kanjou wakaramawari I love you saeienaide iru MY HEART~"
"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT! Stop it!"
But they did not. They continued playing and singing, oblivious to anything else. Thranduil clawed at his face and tore at his hair. His wedding! They were ruining it!
The music drummed on. Glorfindel and Gandalf exchanged grins.
"No Junjou Na Kanjou," Elrond smiled. "Ah, I like that song."
"You CAN'T be serious," Thranduil turned to Elrond, his ears stopped up with his fingers. "You can't like that once you're married to me!"
"But I can," Elrond said. He stared dreamily at Legolas, drinking in the sight of his beloved… (FUTARITEWO TORIARUKETANARA… Sorry.) Thranduil frowned at Elrond.
"Well then, I will not marry you! I will go to Reality and get the hand of Britney Spears… Or Jennifer Lopez… Or Kate Winslet… Or Madonna… Or Marilyn Monroe… Or Victoria Adams… Hey, I might even marry Natalie What's-her-name-again! Bye, Elrond. Go listen to TM Revolution till your brains blow up."
"I will," Elrond replied curtly. "And my brains won't blow up. Goodbye, Thranduil. It hasn't been very nice to listen to your silly singing."
Thranduil left. Legolas stopped and hopped off the stage to fling himself at the Lord of Rivendell. The twins above them grinned as they watched the two elves… doing that stuff.
"All's well that ends well," Gandalf commented, beaming.
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The End
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By Windy McDohl
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. I'm sad… They belong to The Great Sir Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien. This piece contains slash! Please proceed with caution!
Note: Siam Shade sings Junjou Na Kanjou. (That's the 1/3 theme for Rurouni Kenshin). I listened to it for like, 100 times or so till I feel stupid now. But hey! It sure beats listening to the Macarena, right?
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Part Seven - All's Well That Ends Well
Glorfindel paced around the halls nervously, in wait for the twins and Legolas to appear. This did not look very good - neither of them, save for the kind of Mirkwood, wanted Elrond to marry Thranduil, who most probably would, as he did before, torture them by singing "Oops I Did It Again" again. He'd probably switch to "Hit Me Baby One More Time" or something like that. He might even sing "Black Or White" or even Sailormoon's theme song. Glorfindel shuddered. He didn't want to hear THAT.
Legolas appeared soon after. He was dressed wonderfully (is it the right word?) - in a tight pale-blue tank top with matching denim white jeans. Gandalf had just come from a strange realm called Reality and he had bought those clothes in "New York" to aid his elf friends in their plight.
"You look great," Ithilas chirped, seeing his brother. He grinned. "Just like dad hates - J-Rock!"
"Yes, indeed," Gandalf agreed. He turned Legolas around to inspect the clothes better. "Nice and trendy. That Thranduil may like dressing in drag, but his sons should not! Come; do not be shy! Just do all you can to save our friend!"
Legolas nodded, resolved to save his one and only (~SUTEKI DA NE… Whoops! Sorry!). Ithilas then peered around in search for Elrond's twin sons.
"Where are Elladan and Elrohir?" he asked. Glorfindel nodded. He was rather worried - the wedding ceremony would soon start, and they would be late!
"Don't worry! We're coming!"
The popped out of the room dressed in identical pieces of clothing. Like Legolas, they wore tank tops; but theirs had turtlenecks, and were a darker shade of blue compared to his. Their hair was cut short, reaching the napes of their necks, and their fringes adorably were sliced in a slanting fashion opposite of each other's. They shared grins, and turned to Gandalf for support.
"What do you think?" the asked in unison.
"Your father is going to kill me," Glorfindel choked, upon seeing their blue-streaked hair and pierced ears. "You look like regular punks!"
"Thanks and no thanks," Elrohir said huffily. "I was asking Gandalf his opinion. Gandalf, what do you think?"
"It's fine," Gandalf said amiably. "You look like two nice punks, whether or not Glorfindel approves of it."
"Good heavens!" Glorfindel pretended to roll his eyes, but secretly he was fascinated by their dress code. He vowed to try it out himself after the event.
"The wedding is about to start," Ithilas warned. "We must hurry. The writer is also cooking up another story in his head and he wants to end this quickly!"
The elves and the wizard raced to the courtyard, where the ceremony was to begin. They were to perform on stage for their father in celebration to the wedding, as he had ordered. He had wanted them to sing Christina Aguelera's "Genie In A Bottle", which obviously they didn't want to. Besides, Glorfindel had downloaded a better MP3 and they had practiced for hours now.
Thranduil sat tapping his foot. He stood when he saw the elves, and was horrified. Elrond goggled at his sons' hair and clothes, feeling slightly faint.
"YUUUUUUCK!" Thranduil screeched. "What in the name of Madonna is this? What are you wearing? It's disgusting!"
"Well…"
"Well, never mind! Let's begin," Thranduil clapped his hands and dragged Elrond up. "Go on, boys!"
Accordingly Legolas and the twins got up to stage, amidst of the cheers the elves were giving them. Thranduil nodded, a signal for them to begin. Legolas walked to a microphone, and picked up an electric guitar, much to the surprise of Thranduil.
All at once, the three elves began to play their instruments with the backup help of a few other elves. Thranduil shrieked when he heard it.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! ANIME J-ROCK! RUROUNI KENSHIN! NOOOOOOOOO!"
"Kowareruhodoaishitemo sanbun noichimo tsutawaranai
Junjou Na Kanjou wakaramawari I love you saeienaide iru MY HEART~"
"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT! Stop it!"
But they did not. They continued playing and singing, oblivious to anything else. Thranduil clawed at his face and tore at his hair. His wedding! They were ruining it!
The music drummed on. Glorfindel and Gandalf exchanged grins.
"No Junjou Na Kanjou," Elrond smiled. "Ah, I like that song."
"You CAN'T be serious," Thranduil turned to Elrond, his ears stopped up with his fingers. "You can't like that once you're married to me!"
"But I can," Elrond said. He stared dreamily at Legolas, drinking in the sight of his beloved… (FUTARITEWO TORIARUKETANARA… Sorry.) Thranduil frowned at Elrond.
"Well then, I will not marry you! I will go to Reality and get the hand of Britney Spears… Or Jennifer Lopez… Or Kate Winslet… Or Madonna… Or Marilyn Monroe… Or Victoria Adams… Hey, I might even marry Natalie What's-her-name-again! Bye, Elrond. Go listen to TM Revolution till your brains blow up."
"I will," Elrond replied curtly. "And my brains won't blow up. Goodbye, Thranduil. It hasn't been very nice to listen to your silly singing."
Thranduil left. Legolas stopped and hopped off the stage to fling himself at the Lord of Rivendell. The twins above them grinned as they watched the two elves… doing that stuff.
"All's well that ends well," Gandalf commented, beaming.
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The End
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