Comments: Need I say it again? *g* I just gots meselfs a nice Elrond action
figure, so he'll be my muse for awhile. *G*
~*~
Adrian popped his head up from the bubbles at the melodiously obnoxious ringing of the telephone by the bed stand. Growling in frustration, he picked it up and turned it on. "'Allo?"
"Legolas! Tell your bitchy ho Aragorn that he's a fuckin' idiot and he almost *killed* me!!"
"Aragorn, you're a fucking idiot because you almost killed Pippin. Now why did you call me? I'm busy!"
"Yeah, busy havin' a…"
"Shut up, bitch," Legolas heard Pippin growl at Aragorn faintly on the other end. Sighing, the blonde man splashed his hands in the bubbles, watching the foam fly up into the air and land beside the tub.
"Hurry up you guys I really…"
"Leggie, I need you to do a big favour and fix us up a bed in the guest room," Pippin said quickly into his cell. "I don't care what you're doing in that stupid bathtub of yours, but we're nearly to the flat and we need you to do this for us."
Legolas paused dramatically. "Bringing home a *friend* are we?"
Pippin pouted audibly on the other end, snorting into the receiver. "Just do it, Elf-boy, no quessies asked until we show up. Now get your Elven behind in gear or else."
"Yes, *Master*," Legolas mocked, hanging up abruptly. Sighing, he left the bubbly goodness of the bathtub, wrapped a towel about his waist and head off into the guest room.
~*~
Pippin tucked his cell back into his shirt pocket, turning his head to look sideways back at Elrond. "I can't believe you almost killed us back there," he nagged, reaching over to tug the blanket over Elrond's arm. "I don't believe you, Ranger boy, we have precious cargo back here!"
"Alright, alright, *mother*," Aragorn snapped, glaring at the shorter of the three out of the corner of his eye. "I just wanted to get back home before he wakes up, geez, don't have a cow."
"Bite me," Pippin muttered, gripping his seat until his knuckles turned white.
"With pleasure," Aragorn murmured, taking a peek at Elrond through the mirror. The Elf lord lay still, his chest rising and falling with each short intake of breath, but no sign of him awakening was visibly shown. Aragorn began to wonder just how long Elrond lay in the grime before they unearthed him and his weapon, and why his body wasn't touched by decay, nonetheless his armour.
The jeep pulled into the driveway a few moments later, safe and sound. Well, maybe not sound, but anyway…
Pippin slammed the car door and opened up the back, grabbing the Elven sword, cursing when the sharp blade drew a fine line of blood across his palm. "Stupid Elvish weapons," he scowled, looking up at Aragorn. The man got into the back, squatting down behind the driver's seat and gathering the top half of the Elf into his arms. Pulling him out a little ways, he tucked one arm under Elrond's knees and lifted him up, shutting the door with his foot. Pippin darted on ahead, opening the front door and speeding up the stairs two at a time.
Aragorn, however, took his time. It felt strange carrying his foster father of long ago, especially now that it was modern day and not back… then. He sighed mournfully. Rivendell. Imladris*. Lothlorien. Oh, how he missed them so.
Elrond stirred slightly in his arms, the Elf burying his nose unconsciously into Aragorn's shirt. Ian smiled. At least the pieces of the puzzle were falling back in place.
~*~
"You have *what*?!"
"Did you prepare the bed?"
"You found *who*?!"
"Did you prepare the bed?!"
"Of course," Legolas said in return, waiting until Bryon was out of sight until he called, "Not."
"RrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrADRIAN!!!!"
"Shut your traps both of you and get the hell out of my way!" Aragorn came storming through the hallway, the 'precious cargo' in his arms. Legolas slammed back against the wall and stared at the body, blinking a few times in wonder. He paused, then trotted after his lover, stopping in the doorway in time to watch Aragorn lay the lord down on the bed gingerly, as if he feared he might break.
"Oh my gods, where did you find him?"
"Buried in dirt 'round the ruins of Rivendell," Pippin excitedly answered, coming out of the bathroom with a bowl of water a washcloth. "Can you believe it? Totally insane isn't it?"
"If anything's totally insane, it's you," Aragorn singsonged, taking the bowl and dipping the washcloth into it. Pippin huffed, looking over at Legolas.
"I'm trying to believe this as much as I can, but the last time… oh that is so hazy… that battle," Legolas moaned, sinking down into a chair opposite of the bed. "I need an Advil martini," he muttered, rubbing his temples. Eyeing the Elven lord he knew well, he continued, "What are we going to do with him? He's gonna wake up, yeah, and he's gonna have a fit. You know how he is/was," Legolas grinned, but that quickly faded. "The Twins are not even around, or so it seems, and he's gonna sink into depression at that."
"At least Celeborn's gonna get a kick out of it," Pippin offered, sitting at a chair by the bed. He started to take off the leathery gloves when Aragorn stopped him.
"Don't move anything," he warned, cleaning off the dirt on Elrond's face and ears. "Keep everything in its place."
"Why?"
"Because I said so, and that's enough for you," he replied, dumping the washcloth back into the bowl. Wiping his hands on his jeans, he looked down at Elrond's ever ageless face. He got up and went to dump out the water when a moan, soft and strangely musical, elicited from the lord.
Legolas shot up from the chair and stood over the bed, hand reaching down to tuck a few hairs behind the delicately pointed ear and stroke his cheek. "Elrond," he whispered, eyes flickering over his body. "Ai, Elrond, wake up."
Aragorn and Pippin hovered over the still form, Aragorn grasping his hand. Legolas repeated his name softly, the life slowly trickling back into Elrond's body. Elrond shifted, eyebrows furrowing, his hazy grey eyes fluttering open. Legolas smiled down at him as Elrond's eyes came into focus, clearly looking up at the other standing above him. His mind, full of cobwebs, gathered more dust in confusion, wondering where he had seen that face before. Legolas grinned broadly. "Elrond!"
Blink. He head heard that voice before. But it was deeper. Manly deeper. Elrond gasped. "Legolas!"
The next thing Adrian knew was that he was lying on the floor, his cheek was burning, and Elrond was sitting up on his elbows, clearly startled and looking ready to kill. Aragorn and Pippin stole his attention immediately, and the obvious recognizable features of the once Hobbit and the man overwhelmed him and he fainted dead back against the pillows.
~*~
Notes:
*Imladris – I know very well that Rivendell=Imladris, and visa versa, but I felt that both names should be there. Blech. *g*
~*~
Adrian popped his head up from the bubbles at the melodiously obnoxious ringing of the telephone by the bed stand. Growling in frustration, he picked it up and turned it on. "'Allo?"
"Legolas! Tell your bitchy ho Aragorn that he's a fuckin' idiot and he almost *killed* me!!"
"Aragorn, you're a fucking idiot because you almost killed Pippin. Now why did you call me? I'm busy!"
"Yeah, busy havin' a…"
"Shut up, bitch," Legolas heard Pippin growl at Aragorn faintly on the other end. Sighing, the blonde man splashed his hands in the bubbles, watching the foam fly up into the air and land beside the tub.
"Hurry up you guys I really…"
"Leggie, I need you to do a big favour and fix us up a bed in the guest room," Pippin said quickly into his cell. "I don't care what you're doing in that stupid bathtub of yours, but we're nearly to the flat and we need you to do this for us."
Legolas paused dramatically. "Bringing home a *friend* are we?"
Pippin pouted audibly on the other end, snorting into the receiver. "Just do it, Elf-boy, no quessies asked until we show up. Now get your Elven behind in gear or else."
"Yes, *Master*," Legolas mocked, hanging up abruptly. Sighing, he left the bubbly goodness of the bathtub, wrapped a towel about his waist and head off into the guest room.
~*~
Pippin tucked his cell back into his shirt pocket, turning his head to look sideways back at Elrond. "I can't believe you almost killed us back there," he nagged, reaching over to tug the blanket over Elrond's arm. "I don't believe you, Ranger boy, we have precious cargo back here!"
"Alright, alright, *mother*," Aragorn snapped, glaring at the shorter of the three out of the corner of his eye. "I just wanted to get back home before he wakes up, geez, don't have a cow."
"Bite me," Pippin muttered, gripping his seat until his knuckles turned white.
"With pleasure," Aragorn murmured, taking a peek at Elrond through the mirror. The Elf lord lay still, his chest rising and falling with each short intake of breath, but no sign of him awakening was visibly shown. Aragorn began to wonder just how long Elrond lay in the grime before they unearthed him and his weapon, and why his body wasn't touched by decay, nonetheless his armour.
The jeep pulled into the driveway a few moments later, safe and sound. Well, maybe not sound, but anyway…
Pippin slammed the car door and opened up the back, grabbing the Elven sword, cursing when the sharp blade drew a fine line of blood across his palm. "Stupid Elvish weapons," he scowled, looking up at Aragorn. The man got into the back, squatting down behind the driver's seat and gathering the top half of the Elf into his arms. Pulling him out a little ways, he tucked one arm under Elrond's knees and lifted him up, shutting the door with his foot. Pippin darted on ahead, opening the front door and speeding up the stairs two at a time.
Aragorn, however, took his time. It felt strange carrying his foster father of long ago, especially now that it was modern day and not back… then. He sighed mournfully. Rivendell. Imladris*. Lothlorien. Oh, how he missed them so.
Elrond stirred slightly in his arms, the Elf burying his nose unconsciously into Aragorn's shirt. Ian smiled. At least the pieces of the puzzle were falling back in place.
~*~
"You have *what*?!"
"Did you prepare the bed?"
"You found *who*?!"
"Did you prepare the bed?!"
"Of course," Legolas said in return, waiting until Bryon was out of sight until he called, "Not."
"RrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrADRIAN!!!!"
"Shut your traps both of you and get the hell out of my way!" Aragorn came storming through the hallway, the 'precious cargo' in his arms. Legolas slammed back against the wall and stared at the body, blinking a few times in wonder. He paused, then trotted after his lover, stopping in the doorway in time to watch Aragorn lay the lord down on the bed gingerly, as if he feared he might break.
"Oh my gods, where did you find him?"
"Buried in dirt 'round the ruins of Rivendell," Pippin excitedly answered, coming out of the bathroom with a bowl of water a washcloth. "Can you believe it? Totally insane isn't it?"
"If anything's totally insane, it's you," Aragorn singsonged, taking the bowl and dipping the washcloth into it. Pippin huffed, looking over at Legolas.
"I'm trying to believe this as much as I can, but the last time… oh that is so hazy… that battle," Legolas moaned, sinking down into a chair opposite of the bed. "I need an Advil martini," he muttered, rubbing his temples. Eyeing the Elven lord he knew well, he continued, "What are we going to do with him? He's gonna wake up, yeah, and he's gonna have a fit. You know how he is/was," Legolas grinned, but that quickly faded. "The Twins are not even around, or so it seems, and he's gonna sink into depression at that."
"At least Celeborn's gonna get a kick out of it," Pippin offered, sitting at a chair by the bed. He started to take off the leathery gloves when Aragorn stopped him.
"Don't move anything," he warned, cleaning off the dirt on Elrond's face and ears. "Keep everything in its place."
"Why?"
"Because I said so, and that's enough for you," he replied, dumping the washcloth back into the bowl. Wiping his hands on his jeans, he looked down at Elrond's ever ageless face. He got up and went to dump out the water when a moan, soft and strangely musical, elicited from the lord.
Legolas shot up from the chair and stood over the bed, hand reaching down to tuck a few hairs behind the delicately pointed ear and stroke his cheek. "Elrond," he whispered, eyes flickering over his body. "Ai, Elrond, wake up."
Aragorn and Pippin hovered over the still form, Aragorn grasping his hand. Legolas repeated his name softly, the life slowly trickling back into Elrond's body. Elrond shifted, eyebrows furrowing, his hazy grey eyes fluttering open. Legolas smiled down at him as Elrond's eyes came into focus, clearly looking up at the other standing above him. His mind, full of cobwebs, gathered more dust in confusion, wondering where he had seen that face before. Legolas grinned broadly. "Elrond!"
Blink. He head heard that voice before. But it was deeper. Manly deeper. Elrond gasped. "Legolas!"
The next thing Adrian knew was that he was lying on the floor, his cheek was burning, and Elrond was sitting up on his elbows, clearly startled and looking ready to kill. Aragorn and Pippin stole his attention immediately, and the obvious recognizable features of the once Hobbit and the man overwhelmed him and he fainted dead back against the pillows.
~*~
Notes:
*Imladris – I know very well that Rivendell=Imladris, and visa versa, but I felt that both names should be there. Blech. *g*
