I don't know if this is funny or not. But I decided to go ahead and post it up. Thanks for the comments!
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3. I am depressed; go away, cross-dressing Elrond! You traumatized me with that purple dress scandal!
"Lord Elrond? I need to speak to you. May I come in?" Glorfindel asked.
"No, not right now!" Elrond's strained voice came through the door.
"Elrond, is all well?" Glorfindel asked, concern creeping into him.
"Just fine!" Elrond grunted.
Truly worried now, Glorfindel pushed open the door and looked in.
"Ahhh!" he yelled as he beheld a horrifying sight.
"I told you not to come in here!" Elrond yelled turning to him.
Glorfindel could only stare horrified. Elrond was in a very tight purple dress, which Glorfindel remembered seeing only a few days ago in Arwen's closet.
"Glorfindel, are you alright?" Elrond calmed slightly and approached him.
Glorfindel hit the ground in a dead faint.
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"Glorfindel? Can you hear me?" Elrond's voice came to him in the darkness.
Glorfindel opened his eyes and blinked. The first thing in his sight was his Lord still dressed in that purple dress, knelling beside him.
"Ahhh!" he yelled again and scrambled away.
"Glorfindel, calm down!" Elrond ordered, though there was a crimson color to his cheeks.
"My Lord, what has made you do this?" Glorfindel asked, eyes wide.
The crimson color spread on Elrond's face, not in anger, but in clear embarrassment.
"I was curious, that is all..." Elrond trailed off.
"So am I, but I don't go around putting on women's dresses!" Glorfindel exclaimed.
"Actually...." Elrond tailed off again, and a wicked gleam came to his eyes.
"I was drunk, it was Thranduil's fault!" Glorfindel said defensively.
"Of coarse, though you looked interesting with that red short dress," Elrond said, a smirk working its way across his face.
"At least I passed out before I completely embarrassed myself. Besides, what is your excuse?" Glorfindel asked, getting up.
"I was curious," Elrond said lamely, standing up.
"Do you realize that this awful image is burned in my mind forever?" Glorfindel said, slightly still horrified,
"I told you not to enter," Elrond said.
"I truly wished I hadn't," Glorfindel groaned and headed out of the room.
"Glorfindel, don't tell anyone," Elrond called after him.
"I am too shocked to do so," Glorfindel said, and closed the door.
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Two weeks later.....
"Glorfindel, I need you to go look for Aragorn and the hobbits," Elrond said.
"No," Glorfindel said, and glumly twirled a gold lock around a slender finger.
"No?" Elrond asked.
"Yes, no," Glorfindel said.
"Which is it, yes or no?" Elrond asked.
"Yes," Glorfindel said.
"Yes?" Elrond asked.
"No," Glorfindel muttered.
"Yes is no?" Elrond asked.
"No, I am not going to go look for them." Glorfindel said.
"So you are going?" Elrond questioned.
"No." Glorfindel sighed.
"Why not?" Elrond asked.
"I am depressed," Glorfindel replied.
"Why?" Elrond asked.
"Because I can't get that picture of you in that purple dress out of my head," Glorfindel groaned.
"Was it that bad?" Elrond asked.
Glorfindel glared at him.
"Never mind, do not answer that. I will just let Arwen do it," Elrond sighed, and turned to leave.
He was almost out the door when Glorfindel spoke up.
"Elrond, to let you know, purple isn't your color," Glorfindel said.
Elrond rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him
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3. I am depressed; go away, cross-dressing Elrond! You traumatized me with that purple dress scandal!
"Lord Elrond? I need to speak to you. May I come in?" Glorfindel asked.
"No, not right now!" Elrond's strained voice came through the door.
"Elrond, is all well?" Glorfindel asked, concern creeping into him.
"Just fine!" Elrond grunted.
Truly worried now, Glorfindel pushed open the door and looked in.
"Ahhh!" he yelled as he beheld a horrifying sight.
"I told you not to come in here!" Elrond yelled turning to him.
Glorfindel could only stare horrified. Elrond was in a very tight purple dress, which Glorfindel remembered seeing only a few days ago in Arwen's closet.
"Glorfindel, are you alright?" Elrond calmed slightly and approached him.
Glorfindel hit the ground in a dead faint.
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"Glorfindel? Can you hear me?" Elrond's voice came to him in the darkness.
Glorfindel opened his eyes and blinked. The first thing in his sight was his Lord still dressed in that purple dress, knelling beside him.
"Ahhh!" he yelled again and scrambled away.
"Glorfindel, calm down!" Elrond ordered, though there was a crimson color to his cheeks.
"My Lord, what has made you do this?" Glorfindel asked, eyes wide.
The crimson color spread on Elrond's face, not in anger, but in clear embarrassment.
"I was curious, that is all..." Elrond trailed off.
"So am I, but I don't go around putting on women's dresses!" Glorfindel exclaimed.
"Actually...." Elrond tailed off again, and a wicked gleam came to his eyes.
"I was drunk, it was Thranduil's fault!" Glorfindel said defensively.
"Of coarse, though you looked interesting with that red short dress," Elrond said, a smirk working its way across his face.
"At least I passed out before I completely embarrassed myself. Besides, what is your excuse?" Glorfindel asked, getting up.
"I was curious," Elrond said lamely, standing up.
"Do you realize that this awful image is burned in my mind forever?" Glorfindel said, slightly still horrified,
"I told you not to enter," Elrond said.
"I truly wished I hadn't," Glorfindel groaned and headed out of the room.
"Glorfindel, don't tell anyone," Elrond called after him.
"I am too shocked to do so," Glorfindel said, and closed the door.
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Two weeks later.....
"Glorfindel, I need you to go look for Aragorn and the hobbits," Elrond said.
"No," Glorfindel said, and glumly twirled a gold lock around a slender finger.
"No?" Elrond asked.
"Yes, no," Glorfindel said.
"Which is it, yes or no?" Elrond asked.
"Yes," Glorfindel said.
"Yes?" Elrond asked.
"No," Glorfindel muttered.
"Yes is no?" Elrond asked.
"No, I am not going to go look for them." Glorfindel said.
"So you are going?" Elrond questioned.
"No." Glorfindel sighed.
"Why not?" Elrond asked.
"I am depressed," Glorfindel replied.
"Why?" Elrond asked.
"Because I can't get that picture of you in that purple dress out of my head," Glorfindel groaned.
"Was it that bad?" Elrond asked.
Glorfindel glared at him.
"Never mind, do not answer that. I will just let Arwen do it," Elrond sighed, and turned to leave.
He was almost out the door when Glorfindel spoke up.
"Elrond, to let you know, purple isn't your color," Glorfindel said.
Elrond rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him