"You looked like a bloody wanker out there."
"Go to hell you Noldorian bastard."
"Fine, your wife can join me, we'll have some fine times.
"WOULD YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP?!?!"
Celeborn and Gil-galad turned to see their fellow plushie, Elrond, strumming his guitar as they rode along in the bus, looking very agitated. "I'm tryin' to write our next big hit and you two are blabberin' on about stupid thing, now shut up and sit down, the camera's on." Elrond nods to the camera that's been filming all along and the two other elves immediately grin and sit down.
"I think you're cool in the hella way, gonna be your lover every day…" Elrond sings as he plucks at the strings. Gil-galad and Celeborn both turn to look at him, raising their cushy brows.
"That sucks arse."
"That blows arse."
Elrond looks up at the two, quickly flips them the bird and goes back to strumming his guitar. Gil-galad sighs and turns to the camera.
"We're on our way to Berlin to rock the stages and hopefully catch up with a group called Rammstein, rock out with them a bit, then move on to our next destination."
Celeborn looks at him, then shakes his squishy head. "You stupid wank, you don't know where we are goin' after that, do ya?"
Gil-galad looks at him like he's about to deck him but quickly exits the camera's range of view, grumbling. Celeborn turns to the camera, smiling. "You'll have to forgive our 'friend'," Off camera, Gil is flipping the bird to Celeborn as he does quotation marks on friend, "he's been having 'problems'," the bird again, "with groupies following his sorry royal arse around the world."
"Go to Mandos you pissy, pompous prat. You're just jealous because nobody follows your white leather wearin' carcass around." Gil-galad hollers from off screen as Elrond sighs and strums the strings a little harder.
Celeborn's eyes get wide and a vein on his forehead begins to throb. "DO NOT START ON ME AGAIN, I WILL TAKE YOUR ASRE DOWN!"
Awoken by all the shouting, two elfie plushies stumble out of the back of the bus where they have their compartment beds.
"What's with all the noise, I was tryin' to sleep."
"Ya, stupid wanks." Elrohir throws in.
'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~ '~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'
Five hours later, the group has made it to Berlin where thousands of screaming fans await them.
Gil-galad steps up to the foot tall mic, an evil grin upon his face as he looks to Celeborn before starting. "I'd like to dedicate this next one, to a very dear pal of mine, Celeborn, man, I love you."
The silver haired elf looks at him in suspicion as he begins to sing.
"I really want you to know…you're a good ol' bloke…but you're fashion sense is truly broke!" Gil-galad sang as Celeborn's eyes got wide. "You need to learn that black is best, your white is just messed, I really think you need some fashion counseling!"
Picking up his guitar by the stem, Celeborn charged Gil, screaming, "You son of a bitch!"
Gil-galad fell to the stage, trying to wrestle the white leather clad Celeborn off of him. Celeborn laid a plush fist into the cushy material of Gil-galad's chest.
Elladan stood up from behind the drums and, looking at them crankily, whipped a drumstick at them. "'Ey, got off the floor you sodding children!"
The drumstick hit Celeborn as he stood up from Gil-galad, square in the head and he fell off the stage. As he did, Elladan could be heard, "Oh, shit."
"Bloody hell, now who's the Ilúvatar damn child." Elrond bellowed as he hopped off stage to fetch the silver haired elf. He hopped down, skillfully avoiding the outstretched hands of fans, picked up Celeborn by his white, leather studded collar and bitch slapped him. "Cut it out, we don't 'ave time for this." He dragged him back up on stage by his white leather lead, slapping Gil as he went back to his own position.
Obediently, Gil-galad began to sing the proper song.
'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~ '~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'
"Well, that concert was interesting." Elrond said as he looked at Celeborn who had an ice pack on a welt the size of a penny who was looking at Elladan who was looking at Gil-galad. Elrohir was looking at them all with a smirk, finding the whole thing very amusing seeing as he managed to stay clear of it all.
"Forget about it, alright, I just wanna get to the hotel so I can sleep on a real bed." Gil-galad huffed.
"I just wanna play with the little bath soaps!" Elrohir said, glee in his eyes. Elladan's eyes became as his brother's were.
"An see if they have little rubber duckies!"
"Yeah!" The twins highfived each other.
'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~ '~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'
I was gonna make this longer but I wanted to get a little reviewer participation. If anyone wants to sign on to be groupies of the elfie plushies, just say so in a review and I'll write you in, we already have two followers:)
"Go to hell you Noldorian bastard."
"Fine, your wife can join me, we'll have some fine times.
"WOULD YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP?!?!"
Celeborn and Gil-galad turned to see their fellow plushie, Elrond, strumming his guitar as they rode along in the bus, looking very agitated. "I'm tryin' to write our next big hit and you two are blabberin' on about stupid thing, now shut up and sit down, the camera's on." Elrond nods to the camera that's been filming all along and the two other elves immediately grin and sit down.
"I think you're cool in the hella way, gonna be your lover every day…" Elrond sings as he plucks at the strings. Gil-galad and Celeborn both turn to look at him, raising their cushy brows.
"That sucks arse."
"That blows arse."
Elrond looks up at the two, quickly flips them the bird and goes back to strumming his guitar. Gil-galad sighs and turns to the camera.
"We're on our way to Berlin to rock the stages and hopefully catch up with a group called Rammstein, rock out with them a bit, then move on to our next destination."
Celeborn looks at him, then shakes his squishy head. "You stupid wank, you don't know where we are goin' after that, do ya?"
Gil-galad looks at him like he's about to deck him but quickly exits the camera's range of view, grumbling. Celeborn turns to the camera, smiling. "You'll have to forgive our 'friend'," Off camera, Gil is flipping the bird to Celeborn as he does quotation marks on friend, "he's been having 'problems'," the bird again, "with groupies following his sorry royal arse around the world."
"Go to Mandos you pissy, pompous prat. You're just jealous because nobody follows your white leather wearin' carcass around." Gil-galad hollers from off screen as Elrond sighs and strums the strings a little harder.
Celeborn's eyes get wide and a vein on his forehead begins to throb. "DO NOT START ON ME AGAIN, I WILL TAKE YOUR ASRE DOWN!"
Awoken by all the shouting, two elfie plushies stumble out of the back of the bus where they have their compartment beds.
"What's with all the noise, I was tryin' to sleep."
"Ya, stupid wanks." Elrohir throws in.
'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~ '~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'
Five hours later, the group has made it to Berlin where thousands of screaming fans await them.
Gil-galad steps up to the foot tall mic, an evil grin upon his face as he looks to Celeborn before starting. "I'd like to dedicate this next one, to a very dear pal of mine, Celeborn, man, I love you."
The silver haired elf looks at him in suspicion as he begins to sing.
"I really want you to know…you're a good ol' bloke…but you're fashion sense is truly broke!" Gil-galad sang as Celeborn's eyes got wide. "You need to learn that black is best, your white is just messed, I really think you need some fashion counseling!"
Picking up his guitar by the stem, Celeborn charged Gil, screaming, "You son of a bitch!"
Gil-galad fell to the stage, trying to wrestle the white leather clad Celeborn off of him. Celeborn laid a plush fist into the cushy material of Gil-galad's chest.
Elladan stood up from behind the drums and, looking at them crankily, whipped a drumstick at them. "'Ey, got off the floor you sodding children!"
The drumstick hit Celeborn as he stood up from Gil-galad, square in the head and he fell off the stage. As he did, Elladan could be heard, "Oh, shit."
"Bloody hell, now who's the Ilúvatar damn child." Elrond bellowed as he hopped off stage to fetch the silver haired elf. He hopped down, skillfully avoiding the outstretched hands of fans, picked up Celeborn by his white, leather studded collar and bitch slapped him. "Cut it out, we don't 'ave time for this." He dragged him back up on stage by his white leather lead, slapping Gil as he went back to his own position.
Obediently, Gil-galad began to sing the proper song.
'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~ '~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'
"Well, that concert was interesting." Elrond said as he looked at Celeborn who had an ice pack on a welt the size of a penny who was looking at Elladan who was looking at Gil-galad. Elrohir was looking at them all with a smirk, finding the whole thing very amusing seeing as he managed to stay clear of it all.
"Forget about it, alright, I just wanna get to the hotel so I can sleep on a real bed." Gil-galad huffed.
"I just wanna play with the little bath soaps!" Elrohir said, glee in his eyes. Elladan's eyes became as his brother's were.
"An see if they have little rubber duckies!"
"Yeah!" The twins highfived each other.
'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~ '~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'
I was gonna make this longer but I wanted to get a little reviewer participation. If anyone wants to sign on to be groupies of the elfie plushies, just say so in a review and I'll write you in, we already have two followers:)