NOTE: If the Evil Old Woman sees this, let it be known!
I did not mention the colour of Celeborn's hair.
May I make this clear? I did not want Celeborn's hair to be silver as his reincarnated form. His hair is dirty blonde and will later be a lovely shade of blue. Cannot take this? Don't read! Simple as that. Now, back to the fic at hand.
And thanks for the lovely flame! It proved to be perfect for making s'mores. I got the marshmallow nice and toasty and they were delicious. I even had some leftovers of the flame to cook dinner! How nice.
~*~
"He slapped me!"
"He fainted."
"But he slapped me!"
"Poor Elrond, I hope he didn't hurt his hand…"
"Gee, thanks for the affectionate sympathy." Legolas glowered at the reincarnated Hobbit, pressing a bag of ice to his cheek. Aragorn threw him a sympathetic glance, tending to the Lord of Imladris a second time.
"Just be happy that he wasn't already ticked off with you for fooling around with the Twins."
"Hey, they came on to *me*!"
"Oh enough, you children," Celeborn interjected, leaning against the doorway. "Both of you should be ashamed of yourselves. Why I don't know. It just needed to be said."
"Oooooh, Celebebe, did you see the Elfie we found?" Pippin bounded over, renewed in happiness of his spectacular discovery, pointing at the fainted lord on the bed. "May we keep him? It's an Elrond and he was abandoned! He's all confused and everything, but he's real cute, and I promise to take good care of him!"
Celeborn lifted a neat white eyebrow, staring at the Half-Elf on the silken sheets. "Uhhh…"
"And I'll feed him good and I'll make sure to…"
"Feed him *well*," Aragorn corrected automatically, lifting a damp cloth from the pale forehead.
"Feed him *GOOD*," Pippin shot back, dimly aware of the scowl upon Legolas' lips.
Padding quietly over to the figure, arms crossed, Celeborn stood at the bedside and peered down at he eternally youthful face. Sure was Elrond all right – no doubt about that. He caught sight of the pointed tip of the ear and paled slightly – he hadn't seen that since his rebirth, or in his dreams. Fingers unconsciously fingering the brink of his own ear, though there was no point to it, the tall man used all 42 muscles and frowned. "Where did you find him?"
"Buried in some ruins out where we're digging."
"Buried?"
"Yup."
"What are we going to do with him?"
"Keep him!"
"And do what with him?" Legolas removed the ice pack from his cheek, rubbing it tenderly. "We have to get him out of that armour and into other clothes, we can give him this room, that means we're going to need to give him a modern name and age and where he came from, Rivendell is out of the question, which means we're going to have to alert the landlord about the addition, then we're going to have to give him another look because the long hair isn't in fashion right now and what about those ears? Plastic surgery perhaps, but it'll cost a fortune and I really don't have the money for that right, how about you Aragorn? Nah, didn't think so, that doesn't matter. Just as long as he doesn't use my Herbal Essence and oh by the way can he use someone else's clothes? I just got mine out of the wash."
"Gee golly, Legolas, do you think you can come up with more ways to be more helpful in this situation?" Pippin sat on the edge of the bed, picking at the dirt caked shoes.
Celeborn grinned as stormy gray eyes fluttered open, the confusion plastered all over Elrond's face making him giggle. The man scrunched up his face as if he were to talk to a little child. "Welcome back, Elrond m'love. Socked Legolas a good one, it's gonna leave a nice bruise, but he deserved it." He reached down and brushed away some hair. "I'm sure lying around in dirt for a few millennia isn't the greatest thing in the world, considering the worms and whatnot that lives in it, and boy have you been missing out on the rest of the world Mr. Elf-Man!"
Elrond paused, blinking slowly up at the Cheshire grin on the hovering man. "I love you too."
Aragorn patted his former foster father's arm comfortingly. "Don't worry, the confusion will pass."
Elrond tiredly looked over at Aragorn. "Explain."
Legolas threw the bag of ice at Celeborn's back, getting him to move out of the way. "This tale is getting older, like you, by the minute, but in short Gorny and Pippy unearthed you from dirt in the ruins of Rivendell, brought you here, you slapped me as soon as you awoke, and now I'm keeping my distance just in case it happens again."
The Elf glared at the blonde human, feeling a serious headache coming on. "I still don't understand."
"What don't you understand?" Pippin dragged the sword across the bedspread, cutting it daintily on its journey over to the Elf lord's side. Elrond glanced at it, recognizing it immediately and shaking his head.
"That. Ai, Elbereth, this is too much."
Celeborn perched himself on the side of the bed, stroking Elrond's dark locks. "Don't think about it now, hun, just rest. When you feel up to it we'll head on over to the Banana Republic or something and get you some nice clothes to wear. The armour has to go – don't look so horrified! We're going to save it, not toss it away!"
"I think he's looking at your choice of clothing instead worrying about his armour, Poncy Boy," Legolas stated, staring pointedly at Celeborn's tight fishnet rainbow printed Pride shirt and choice of deep red tight leather pants, then at he exuberant bracelets and earrings. "ANYONE would be horrified to see you in THAT ridiculous regalia."
Elrond quickly realized the people gathered in the room, and how all the attention was centered on him. He flushed a light pink and promptly tried to disappear into the covers, hating the focus on him. "My head hurts like the dickens, it's all too much…"
"Agreed." Celeborn pushed him down to lie flat on his back, fingers deftly settling hair back in order and softly caressing delicate skin. "Sleep for awhile, if needed, and we'll leave you alone. Like I said, when you're ready, we'll take you out shopping." He stood, staring at the rest of them. "Well, why are you still here? Out, out, shoo! Get out!" Celeborn gently pushed them out the door, into the hallway. Turning around, he met the gaze of the one he knew would possibly never be the same. Crossing to bedside once more, he bent down and placed a soft kiss on Elrond's forehead. Walking over to the doorway, he paused and smiled back at the Peredhil. "Sweet dreams are made of this," he said softly, turned off the lights and closed the door behind him.
~*~
"You are such a hopeless romantic slut."
Leon swirled his spoon around in his large yellow mug, a thoughtful look about his face. "Yes, well, can't help but ignite old romances when there's a dirty Elf in armour lying on a bed looking absolutely vulnerable and beautiful." He sat himself down on an overstuffed brown chair. Aragorn and Pippin had taken their leave, needing to get back to their dig. Legolas clicked his tongue, warming his hands on his own cup of tea.
Picking up a tattered copy of "Phantom" by Susan Kay, Celeborn sighed wistfully. "If only he would remember me!"
Legolas ticked his head to the side. "What?"
Celeborn shrugged. "I dunno, just thought it needed that." Sitting back, he sipped on his coffee. "This certainly is a surprise. It worries me, though. He's only thing of Middle-Earth we have left – the Rivendell ruins won't do us any good. He's most likely the only Elf left in the world, as far as I know, and this a big responsibility."
Legolas nodded grimly. "If word gets out we're hoarding a real live Elf, or Half-Elf for all it matters, in our flat, things are going to do a major belly flop."
Puckering his lips, Leon chewed on the inside of his lip. "Not much we can do about it now. Let's just sit back and let it all happen, okay?" Plucking a bag of Corn Nuts from its wedged spot between the cushion and armrest, Celeborn peered at its contents. "Oh, gross. It's growing hair." Throwing it onto the coffee table, he continued dejectedly, "And I was hungry and I love those, too."
"Oh, my sweet baby," Legolas cooed, leaning forward and setting down his cup. "What can Leggie do to make it all better?"
"Let Celebebe bonk that Elf in the other room and let him borrow your clothes?"
"Never." Legolas stood, stepping up the platform into the kitchen and opening the fridge. "Especially that part about my clothes."
"Ho hum." Celeborn looked over in the other man's direction. "Is that cake you're getting out?"
Stopping like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Legolas quickly pulled the plate out. "No, of course not…"
"That is! You little thief! Hand it over or no Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia for you tonight!"
"No, spare me please!" Legolas laughed, swiping the plate of rich chocolate cake away from Celeborn's grasp, giggling and holding it out in front of him when the other adult caught him from behind, hugging his waist. "You'll never get it, over my dead body you will!"
"So be it," Leon snarled, biting playfully down on Adrian's exposed shoulder. With that distraction he managed to steal the cake from his roommate, expertly flying up the stairs and onto a beam crossing right over Legolas' head, sitting down upon it. Picking up a large piece he slowly ate it, all the tantalizing moans included. Legolas pouted down below, stomping his foot.
"I hate gymnasts. I really hate poncy gymnasts like you."
"Don't forget to send a fruit basket along with your flames!"
"I'll get you a basket to sit in, then."
"Har har. No cake for you."
"Damn."
I did not mention the colour of Celeborn's hair.
May I make this clear? I did not want Celeborn's hair to be silver as his reincarnated form. His hair is dirty blonde and will later be a lovely shade of blue. Cannot take this? Don't read! Simple as that. Now, back to the fic at hand.
And thanks for the lovely flame! It proved to be perfect for making s'mores. I got the marshmallow nice and toasty and they were delicious. I even had some leftovers of the flame to cook dinner! How nice.
~*~
"He slapped me!"
"He fainted."
"But he slapped me!"
"Poor Elrond, I hope he didn't hurt his hand…"
"Gee, thanks for the affectionate sympathy." Legolas glowered at the reincarnated Hobbit, pressing a bag of ice to his cheek. Aragorn threw him a sympathetic glance, tending to the Lord of Imladris a second time.
"Just be happy that he wasn't already ticked off with you for fooling around with the Twins."
"Hey, they came on to *me*!"
"Oh enough, you children," Celeborn interjected, leaning against the doorway. "Both of you should be ashamed of yourselves. Why I don't know. It just needed to be said."
"Oooooh, Celebebe, did you see the Elfie we found?" Pippin bounded over, renewed in happiness of his spectacular discovery, pointing at the fainted lord on the bed. "May we keep him? It's an Elrond and he was abandoned! He's all confused and everything, but he's real cute, and I promise to take good care of him!"
Celeborn lifted a neat white eyebrow, staring at the Half-Elf on the silken sheets. "Uhhh…"
"And I'll feed him good and I'll make sure to…"
"Feed him *well*," Aragorn corrected automatically, lifting a damp cloth from the pale forehead.
"Feed him *GOOD*," Pippin shot back, dimly aware of the scowl upon Legolas' lips.
Padding quietly over to the figure, arms crossed, Celeborn stood at the bedside and peered down at he eternally youthful face. Sure was Elrond all right – no doubt about that. He caught sight of the pointed tip of the ear and paled slightly – he hadn't seen that since his rebirth, or in his dreams. Fingers unconsciously fingering the brink of his own ear, though there was no point to it, the tall man used all 42 muscles and frowned. "Where did you find him?"
"Buried in some ruins out where we're digging."
"Buried?"
"Yup."
"What are we going to do with him?"
"Keep him!"
"And do what with him?" Legolas removed the ice pack from his cheek, rubbing it tenderly. "We have to get him out of that armour and into other clothes, we can give him this room, that means we're going to need to give him a modern name and age and where he came from, Rivendell is out of the question, which means we're going to have to alert the landlord about the addition, then we're going to have to give him another look because the long hair isn't in fashion right now and what about those ears? Plastic surgery perhaps, but it'll cost a fortune and I really don't have the money for that right, how about you Aragorn? Nah, didn't think so, that doesn't matter. Just as long as he doesn't use my Herbal Essence and oh by the way can he use someone else's clothes? I just got mine out of the wash."
"Gee golly, Legolas, do you think you can come up with more ways to be more helpful in this situation?" Pippin sat on the edge of the bed, picking at the dirt caked shoes.
Celeborn grinned as stormy gray eyes fluttered open, the confusion plastered all over Elrond's face making him giggle. The man scrunched up his face as if he were to talk to a little child. "Welcome back, Elrond m'love. Socked Legolas a good one, it's gonna leave a nice bruise, but he deserved it." He reached down and brushed away some hair. "I'm sure lying around in dirt for a few millennia isn't the greatest thing in the world, considering the worms and whatnot that lives in it, and boy have you been missing out on the rest of the world Mr. Elf-Man!"
Elrond paused, blinking slowly up at the Cheshire grin on the hovering man. "I love you too."
Aragorn patted his former foster father's arm comfortingly. "Don't worry, the confusion will pass."
Elrond tiredly looked over at Aragorn. "Explain."
Legolas threw the bag of ice at Celeborn's back, getting him to move out of the way. "This tale is getting older, like you, by the minute, but in short Gorny and Pippy unearthed you from dirt in the ruins of Rivendell, brought you here, you slapped me as soon as you awoke, and now I'm keeping my distance just in case it happens again."
The Elf glared at the blonde human, feeling a serious headache coming on. "I still don't understand."
"What don't you understand?" Pippin dragged the sword across the bedspread, cutting it daintily on its journey over to the Elf lord's side. Elrond glanced at it, recognizing it immediately and shaking his head.
"That. Ai, Elbereth, this is too much."
Celeborn perched himself on the side of the bed, stroking Elrond's dark locks. "Don't think about it now, hun, just rest. When you feel up to it we'll head on over to the Banana Republic or something and get you some nice clothes to wear. The armour has to go – don't look so horrified! We're going to save it, not toss it away!"
"I think he's looking at your choice of clothing instead worrying about his armour, Poncy Boy," Legolas stated, staring pointedly at Celeborn's tight fishnet rainbow printed Pride shirt and choice of deep red tight leather pants, then at he exuberant bracelets and earrings. "ANYONE would be horrified to see you in THAT ridiculous regalia."
Elrond quickly realized the people gathered in the room, and how all the attention was centered on him. He flushed a light pink and promptly tried to disappear into the covers, hating the focus on him. "My head hurts like the dickens, it's all too much…"
"Agreed." Celeborn pushed him down to lie flat on his back, fingers deftly settling hair back in order and softly caressing delicate skin. "Sleep for awhile, if needed, and we'll leave you alone. Like I said, when you're ready, we'll take you out shopping." He stood, staring at the rest of them. "Well, why are you still here? Out, out, shoo! Get out!" Celeborn gently pushed them out the door, into the hallway. Turning around, he met the gaze of the one he knew would possibly never be the same. Crossing to bedside once more, he bent down and placed a soft kiss on Elrond's forehead. Walking over to the doorway, he paused and smiled back at the Peredhil. "Sweet dreams are made of this," he said softly, turned off the lights and closed the door behind him.
~*~
"You are such a hopeless romantic slut."
Leon swirled his spoon around in his large yellow mug, a thoughtful look about his face. "Yes, well, can't help but ignite old romances when there's a dirty Elf in armour lying on a bed looking absolutely vulnerable and beautiful." He sat himself down on an overstuffed brown chair. Aragorn and Pippin had taken their leave, needing to get back to their dig. Legolas clicked his tongue, warming his hands on his own cup of tea.
Picking up a tattered copy of "Phantom" by Susan Kay, Celeborn sighed wistfully. "If only he would remember me!"
Legolas ticked his head to the side. "What?"
Celeborn shrugged. "I dunno, just thought it needed that." Sitting back, he sipped on his coffee. "This certainly is a surprise. It worries me, though. He's only thing of Middle-Earth we have left – the Rivendell ruins won't do us any good. He's most likely the only Elf left in the world, as far as I know, and this a big responsibility."
Legolas nodded grimly. "If word gets out we're hoarding a real live Elf, or Half-Elf for all it matters, in our flat, things are going to do a major belly flop."
Puckering his lips, Leon chewed on the inside of his lip. "Not much we can do about it now. Let's just sit back and let it all happen, okay?" Plucking a bag of Corn Nuts from its wedged spot between the cushion and armrest, Celeborn peered at its contents. "Oh, gross. It's growing hair." Throwing it onto the coffee table, he continued dejectedly, "And I was hungry and I love those, too."
"Oh, my sweet baby," Legolas cooed, leaning forward and setting down his cup. "What can Leggie do to make it all better?"
"Let Celebebe bonk that Elf in the other room and let him borrow your clothes?"
"Never." Legolas stood, stepping up the platform into the kitchen and opening the fridge. "Especially that part about my clothes."
"Ho hum." Celeborn looked over in the other man's direction. "Is that cake you're getting out?"
Stopping like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Legolas quickly pulled the plate out. "No, of course not…"
"That is! You little thief! Hand it over or no Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia for you tonight!"
"No, spare me please!" Legolas laughed, swiping the plate of rich chocolate cake away from Celeborn's grasp, giggling and holding it out in front of him when the other adult caught him from behind, hugging his waist. "You'll never get it, over my dead body you will!"
"So be it," Leon snarled, biting playfully down on Adrian's exposed shoulder. With that distraction he managed to steal the cake from his roommate, expertly flying up the stairs and onto a beam crossing right over Legolas' head, sitting down upon it. Picking up a large piece he slowly ate it, all the tantalizing moans included. Legolas pouted down below, stomping his foot.
"I hate gymnasts. I really hate poncy gymnasts like you."
"Don't forget to send a fruit basket along with your flames!"
"I'll get you a basket to sit in, then."
"Har har. No cake for you."
"Damn."
