"You are getting sleeeeeeeeeeeeepy…"
"Eehhjjaaa?"
"You are getting SLEEEEEEEEE-pyyy…"
"Elladan?"
"You are getting SLEEEEEE-PYYYYYY…"
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"You're supposed to be getting sleepy, dammit! Now nod off! I feel like I'm talking to a wall!"
"Oh dear Mandos! Get me out of this right now!" Elladan stuck out his tongue, dropping the pocket watch down in front of Glorfindel's face one more.
"Fat chance, Glory-dill. Now hold still and concentrate on the swinging gold thingy…"
"Your hypnotizing abilities just ran screaming for mercy, Elladan."
"Shut up and work with me here!" Snorting, Elladan threw the pocket watch on the bed. "Oh, forget it. You look enough like her anyway."
Glorfindel looked down at his lap and shrieked loud enough to shatter windows. Good thing Imladris didn't *have* any glass windows or else the cleaning crew would be pretty busy the rest of today, as if they weren't already. The Elf nearly turned blue from screaming for a lengthy time, but Elladan wasn't willing to let him die by throwing a good sized pillow at his head. "Shut up, I'm going deaf."
Wheezing, "What do you think you're *doing* to me?! Are you trying to *kill* me? As if this wasn't bad enough with Elrond being a kid but oh dear ELBERETH my NAILS have been painted PINK!" And people went deaf.
Stuffing a sock into Glorfindel's mouth, Elladan went over to the desk and pulled out pencils, soft brushes, and little round cases from the ebony drawer. Sitting down across from Glorfindel's seat, he set it out in a flashy array of colours. "Now I don't want to hear a word from you," Elladan began, uncapping a bright pink tube. "This may or may not work. Hopefully it will. I realize your vocabulary is colourful and that when you bite we have to get vaccinated with several anti-poison things, so that's why that sock is in your mouth."
"Wuf ab yub pbannik tu do," Glorfindel managed to say around the article of clothing. Elladan smiled brightly, taking a small brush into his hand and wiping the bristles over the creamy pink tip of the lipstick. "Nah, ah, ah," the naughty twin cooed. "You're not cooperating, so I'm not telling you anything until I'm done."
The blonde grumbled, struggling in his chair against the ropes binding him as Elladan fondly placed lipstick across his lips, an awful green-blue eyeshadow over his eyelids, and clumsily outlined Glorfindel's eyes with a black eyeliner. Before he could add the blush, the disgruntled Elf lord spit out the sock, panting furiously. "I haven't even looked in the mirror yet and already I can tell you can't do makeup for beans." Wiggling his arms against the rope, he added, dripping venom, "I'll do it *myself* if you *let me go*."
Elladan blinked skeptically at him. "Do you *promise* not to try to escape?"
Glorfindel narrowed his eyes dangerously. "I *promise*, your *highness*," he growled irritably. Elladan removed the bonds, stepping back as Glorfindel snatched the makeup items from him, plunking himself down in front of the mirror. Without bothering to even glance at his current state, he went about re-doing the job done on him expertly and elegantly to an extent that made Elladan ponder Glorfindel's true gender and sexuality. Soon enough, the blonde was finished and looked quite attractive if the author may say so herself. (Glorfindel: Which you may NOT!)
Elladan stood gawking at the scene displayed in front of him, especially when Glorfindel reached up to pull his hair back in the most feminine manner with a large butterfly clip nestled on the back of his head. Elladan blinked long and hard. "Mummy?"
"I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER!"
"You certainly look like her! Wow, Glory-dill, you're really good at that. Were you a drag queen or female in some other life? Like your last one?"
Fuming, "Tell me what's up your sleeve, Elladan Peredhil, or else SOMEONE is NEVER going to be able to reproduce no matter WHAT you prefer!"
Elladan grinned broadly. "You're gonna be our mummy for a bit…"
"I AM NOT GOING TO BE…"
"Hold it, hold it, before you blow your top off, lemme explain." Glorfindel stared hard at his reflection in the mirror and at his new attributes, along with one of Celebrian's old dresses. Elladan gently pushed his ancient friend into a chair, hands clasped in front of him. "I was thinking…"
"Don't hurt yourself."
"That," Elladan glared, "if I could get you to act as Elrond's mum, then maybe we can get somewhere. Allow me to expand on this. When I added that little bit of powder to Ada's wine last night, the cure for it…"
Glorfindel shook his head violently. "I know where you're going, and no, I'm not doing it. I may be strong friends with your father, and would do anything, well, just about anything, for him, I will *not* pose as his mother just so you can get off easily." He looked up at the one facing him. "No. You are settling this by yourself without me involved. As I said before, you started, you're finishing it."
The ancient being got up to leave, but his wrist was taken captive and his body was thrown onto the bed. Glorfindel looked up to see Elladan hovering above him, index finger wagging back and forth in the 'no no' manner. "Misunderstood me, Glory. Yes, I started it. I know the cure for it. YOU are the only blonde member in this family. YOU are the only one old enough to know what Ada's parents even looked like. As I recall, you told us that Elwing was blonde and Earendil was brunette. I'm sure you'd like to end this torture as quickly as possible, so how about cooperating here?"
During Elladan's little speech, Glorfindel was busy pretending to fix the tight-fitting dress around his body. Instead, he was really reaching for the small leather sack around his neck, pulling out some of its contents. When Elladan finished, he smiled sweetly up at the twin, bits and pieces of what was inside of the sack in his fist. "Cooperate? Sorry, Elladan – I finished playing your game a long time ago. Time for you to play *my* game." Before the twin could even blink, Glorfindel blew the white powder into Elladan's face, leaping off of the bed and scampering down the hall at full speed. One of the sons of Elrond stood in his room, coughing violently to rid his throat of the powder, head becoming fuzzy and vision blurring by the second.
Safe inside his own quarters, Glorfindel stripped the dress off of him and cleaned up his face. He threw some clothes on, carefully re-doing his hair in its usual style. He had anticipated the mischievous Elf's intentions, but he was not about to be used like that. He only hoped that the powder would do its job, and that his skills in the transformation department weren't too rusty. He sighed. Just a matter of time. The day was drawing to a close anyway, so maybe it would just be 24 hour thing.
Hopefully.
"Glory?"
Glorfindel turned on his heel, seeing for the first time a small child sitting on his bed, hugging a pillow to his chest. Elrond gazed up at his adult friend with huge brown eyes – he was adorable and beautiful enough in this state to overrule even fair Legolas and good friend Figwit of Imladris. Glorfindel smiled. "Yes, little one?"
Elrond promptly let the pillow go and held out his arms. Walking to the bedside, the ancient beauty lifted the child into his strong hold, nuzzling the dark locks when Elrond buried his face in his own blonde ones. "Something the matter?"
Elrond shook his head, fingers curling around stray blonde strands. "No." Pause. "Are you mad at me?"
"No, precious. I'm not mad. I've just been a little stressed lately."
"Oh." Elrond nudged his nose against Glorfindel's jaw. "I'm sorry."
Glorfindel laughed delicately, ruffling the boy's hair. "Sorry for what?"
"Being a nuisance."
"No, darling, you're not being a nuisance. Elladan is," he mumbled, shifting the child's weight in his arms. "But that's not relevant. Don't you worry at all, okay?"
Elrond nodded, looking at the doorway at something interesting. Squealing, he wiggled out of his caretaker's grasp and bounded over to the thing hiding behind the heavy oak door, disappearing behind it. He soon returned with a black something in his arms, beaming proudly up at a confused Glorfindel. At the same time Elrohir peeked into the room, perplexed.
"I can't seem to find Elladan. Do you know where he went?"
Elrond pulled hastily at Elrohir's robes, grinning up at him. "Kitty!"
"That's nice dear. Glory, have you seen…"
"But Elly…"
"Elrond, love, this is really important that I find Ellada…" Elrohir blinked, then looked down for the first real time at the cat. Black fur, tufts of white under his chin and on his chest, those eyes were painfully familiar…
Glorfindel caught Elrohir before he even got the chance to hit the ground, eyes wide at both Elrond and his newfound pet. Elrond only grinned brighter, holding the animal up for Glorfindel to see.
"Oh. Dear. Elbereth." Weakly, "Elladan?"
"Mrowr?"
Thud.
"…kitty…?"
"Puuuuuuuurrrrrrrrr…"
"Eehhjjaaa?"
"You are getting SLEEEEEEEEE-pyyy…"
"Elladan?"
"You are getting SLEEEEEE-PYYYYYY…"
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"You're supposed to be getting sleepy, dammit! Now nod off! I feel like I'm talking to a wall!"
"Oh dear Mandos! Get me out of this right now!" Elladan stuck out his tongue, dropping the pocket watch down in front of Glorfindel's face one more.
"Fat chance, Glory-dill. Now hold still and concentrate on the swinging gold thingy…"
"Your hypnotizing abilities just ran screaming for mercy, Elladan."
"Shut up and work with me here!" Snorting, Elladan threw the pocket watch on the bed. "Oh, forget it. You look enough like her anyway."
Glorfindel looked down at his lap and shrieked loud enough to shatter windows. Good thing Imladris didn't *have* any glass windows or else the cleaning crew would be pretty busy the rest of today, as if they weren't already. The Elf nearly turned blue from screaming for a lengthy time, but Elladan wasn't willing to let him die by throwing a good sized pillow at his head. "Shut up, I'm going deaf."
Wheezing, "What do you think you're *doing* to me?! Are you trying to *kill* me? As if this wasn't bad enough with Elrond being a kid but oh dear ELBERETH my NAILS have been painted PINK!" And people went deaf.
Stuffing a sock into Glorfindel's mouth, Elladan went over to the desk and pulled out pencils, soft brushes, and little round cases from the ebony drawer. Sitting down across from Glorfindel's seat, he set it out in a flashy array of colours. "Now I don't want to hear a word from you," Elladan began, uncapping a bright pink tube. "This may or may not work. Hopefully it will. I realize your vocabulary is colourful and that when you bite we have to get vaccinated with several anti-poison things, so that's why that sock is in your mouth."
"Wuf ab yub pbannik tu do," Glorfindel managed to say around the article of clothing. Elladan smiled brightly, taking a small brush into his hand and wiping the bristles over the creamy pink tip of the lipstick. "Nah, ah, ah," the naughty twin cooed. "You're not cooperating, so I'm not telling you anything until I'm done."
The blonde grumbled, struggling in his chair against the ropes binding him as Elladan fondly placed lipstick across his lips, an awful green-blue eyeshadow over his eyelids, and clumsily outlined Glorfindel's eyes with a black eyeliner. Before he could add the blush, the disgruntled Elf lord spit out the sock, panting furiously. "I haven't even looked in the mirror yet and already I can tell you can't do makeup for beans." Wiggling his arms against the rope, he added, dripping venom, "I'll do it *myself* if you *let me go*."
Elladan blinked skeptically at him. "Do you *promise* not to try to escape?"
Glorfindel narrowed his eyes dangerously. "I *promise*, your *highness*," he growled irritably. Elladan removed the bonds, stepping back as Glorfindel snatched the makeup items from him, plunking himself down in front of the mirror. Without bothering to even glance at his current state, he went about re-doing the job done on him expertly and elegantly to an extent that made Elladan ponder Glorfindel's true gender and sexuality. Soon enough, the blonde was finished and looked quite attractive if the author may say so herself. (Glorfindel: Which you may NOT!)
Elladan stood gawking at the scene displayed in front of him, especially when Glorfindel reached up to pull his hair back in the most feminine manner with a large butterfly clip nestled on the back of his head. Elladan blinked long and hard. "Mummy?"
"I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER!"
"You certainly look like her! Wow, Glory-dill, you're really good at that. Were you a drag queen or female in some other life? Like your last one?"
Fuming, "Tell me what's up your sleeve, Elladan Peredhil, or else SOMEONE is NEVER going to be able to reproduce no matter WHAT you prefer!"
Elladan grinned broadly. "You're gonna be our mummy for a bit…"
"I AM NOT GOING TO BE…"
"Hold it, hold it, before you blow your top off, lemme explain." Glorfindel stared hard at his reflection in the mirror and at his new attributes, along with one of Celebrian's old dresses. Elladan gently pushed his ancient friend into a chair, hands clasped in front of him. "I was thinking…"
"Don't hurt yourself."
"That," Elladan glared, "if I could get you to act as Elrond's mum, then maybe we can get somewhere. Allow me to expand on this. When I added that little bit of powder to Ada's wine last night, the cure for it…"
Glorfindel shook his head violently. "I know where you're going, and no, I'm not doing it. I may be strong friends with your father, and would do anything, well, just about anything, for him, I will *not* pose as his mother just so you can get off easily." He looked up at the one facing him. "No. You are settling this by yourself without me involved. As I said before, you started, you're finishing it."
The ancient being got up to leave, but his wrist was taken captive and his body was thrown onto the bed. Glorfindel looked up to see Elladan hovering above him, index finger wagging back and forth in the 'no no' manner. "Misunderstood me, Glory. Yes, I started it. I know the cure for it. YOU are the only blonde member in this family. YOU are the only one old enough to know what Ada's parents even looked like. As I recall, you told us that Elwing was blonde and Earendil was brunette. I'm sure you'd like to end this torture as quickly as possible, so how about cooperating here?"
During Elladan's little speech, Glorfindel was busy pretending to fix the tight-fitting dress around his body. Instead, he was really reaching for the small leather sack around his neck, pulling out some of its contents. When Elladan finished, he smiled sweetly up at the twin, bits and pieces of what was inside of the sack in his fist. "Cooperate? Sorry, Elladan – I finished playing your game a long time ago. Time for you to play *my* game." Before the twin could even blink, Glorfindel blew the white powder into Elladan's face, leaping off of the bed and scampering down the hall at full speed. One of the sons of Elrond stood in his room, coughing violently to rid his throat of the powder, head becoming fuzzy and vision blurring by the second.
Safe inside his own quarters, Glorfindel stripped the dress off of him and cleaned up his face. He threw some clothes on, carefully re-doing his hair in its usual style. He had anticipated the mischievous Elf's intentions, but he was not about to be used like that. He only hoped that the powder would do its job, and that his skills in the transformation department weren't too rusty. He sighed. Just a matter of time. The day was drawing to a close anyway, so maybe it would just be 24 hour thing.
Hopefully.
"Glory?"
Glorfindel turned on his heel, seeing for the first time a small child sitting on his bed, hugging a pillow to his chest. Elrond gazed up at his adult friend with huge brown eyes – he was adorable and beautiful enough in this state to overrule even fair Legolas and good friend Figwit of Imladris. Glorfindel smiled. "Yes, little one?"
Elrond promptly let the pillow go and held out his arms. Walking to the bedside, the ancient beauty lifted the child into his strong hold, nuzzling the dark locks when Elrond buried his face in his own blonde ones. "Something the matter?"
Elrond shook his head, fingers curling around stray blonde strands. "No." Pause. "Are you mad at me?"
"No, precious. I'm not mad. I've just been a little stressed lately."
"Oh." Elrond nudged his nose against Glorfindel's jaw. "I'm sorry."
Glorfindel laughed delicately, ruffling the boy's hair. "Sorry for what?"
"Being a nuisance."
"No, darling, you're not being a nuisance. Elladan is," he mumbled, shifting the child's weight in his arms. "But that's not relevant. Don't you worry at all, okay?"
Elrond nodded, looking at the doorway at something interesting. Squealing, he wiggled out of his caretaker's grasp and bounded over to the thing hiding behind the heavy oak door, disappearing behind it. He soon returned with a black something in his arms, beaming proudly up at a confused Glorfindel. At the same time Elrohir peeked into the room, perplexed.
"I can't seem to find Elladan. Do you know where he went?"
Elrond pulled hastily at Elrohir's robes, grinning up at him. "Kitty!"
"That's nice dear. Glory, have you seen…"
"But Elly…"
"Elrond, love, this is really important that I find Ellada…" Elrohir blinked, then looked down for the first real time at the cat. Black fur, tufts of white under his chin and on his chest, those eyes were painfully familiar…
Glorfindel caught Elrohir before he even got the chance to hit the ground, eyes wide at both Elrond and his newfound pet. Elrond only grinned brighter, holding the animal up for Glorfindel to see.
"Oh. Dear. Elbereth." Weakly, "Elladan?"
"Mrowr?"
Thud.
"…kitty…?"
"Puuuuuuuurrrrrrrrr…"
