Elrond paced quickly across the sandy tiles, clothed in one of Celebrian's
old dresses now that her new. attributes didn't fit into her regular robes.
The main guilty party sat on in a comfortable chair, the feline placed
securely on Elrohir's lap, pawing at his robes nervously. Glorfindel had
taken a place more off to the side in hopes of being forgotten by his
comrade, though chances of that happening were slim.
Elladan mewled quietly to himself and to his brother, communicating to each other secretively, so they thought - unfortunately, they had forgotten that their father, or rather, mother, knew the language of the animals.
"I do NOT look fat in this dress!" Elrond glared evenly at her cattish son. "And my bust size is perfectly fine!"
"It's larger than naneth's was, that's for sure," Elrohir muttered, ducking as Elrond's hand came out to slap him. The Twin placed Elladan on the floor, keeping his head low in case his parent decided to try and hit him again. "Just joking, ada. Or naneth. Whichever you prefer."
"How did this happen? What did you do to me? Why am I a woman? I never wanted a sex change! I was perfectly happy as a male!"
"We, Elladan and I, thought you'd be *happier* as a female," Elrohir cooed, grinning. "I mean, you were feminine enough already, and Arwen's purple dress is getting a little stretched out and we instantly thought you'd be trying on her dresses; I mean, isn't that in your diary?"
Hormones raging, Elrond crumpled down on the floor and buried her face in her slim hands, crying soundly. "I thought I trusted my children! I raised you to be respectful of other people's privacy, especially your parents'! And then you go and read my diary, my own personal diary, and accuse me of trying on my daughter's purple dresses (which look marvelous on me) and give me a sex change without consulting me FIRST!"
Glorfindel winced, feeling a drastic mood swing episode rising in the Peredhel's body. As predicted, Elrond jumped to her feet and clasped the sides of Elrohir's face like a concerned mother, nudging her nose to the Twin's. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Elrohir, I didn't mean to yell at you at all! I didn't hurt you emotionally, did I? Oh, Elrohir, my child," she babbled, hugging the gasping Twin to her chest, petting his head and rubbing his back.
As quickly as it came, Elrond's sympathetic mood swept into a dangerous zone, and she pushed the younger son away from her, rising to her feet. "I cannot believe you played this terrible prank on your own father, after all that I've done for you! I hope you're happy, Elrohir, because you've just lost all the trust, faith, and love I have for you, and I don't think you'll ever get it back!" Elrond turned on her heel and fled from the library, heading for her private chambers.
Silence stood still. Glorfindel blinked. Elrohir sniffed. "Does he really mean that? I'm hurt."
Glorfindel stood and patted the younger Elf's shoulder. "Elrond didn't mean a word he just said, Elrohir - you know that."
"But it still hurt," he grumbled, gathering Elladan back into his lap. Elladan nuzzled the large hand, curling his tail around his haunches. Elrohir glared down at him. "You must be happy, because Ada just blamed me when I had nothing to do with it. Stupid Twin."
Elladan snorted elegantly, jutting his chin into the air. "Yes, you *are* a brat, Elladan," Elrohir stated, standing up so the feline would rudely fall from his lap onto the floor. "Now, if you'll excuse me, *I'd* like to take a *real* bath. Ta."
Glorfindel was left alone with the cat for a few minutes before he scooped the animal into his arms and took him directly to Elrond's chambers, lecturing him briefly as they walked down the halls. He wasn't sure whether Elladan listened or not (he most likely didn't), but some things had to be said. Rapping softly on the door, Glorfindel called, "Elrond? It's Glorfindel. May I come in?"
Silence met his inquiry. Elladan mewled softly as Glorfindel tried again. "Elrond?"
Not getting an answer, Glorfindel hesitantly turned the knob and opened the door, standing glued to the floor with wide eyes at what he saw before him. Elrond, bare from the chest to hip, turned around and pouted at the blonde elf, raising her arms up over her head.
"Do you think my boobs are too big?"
Elladan shrieked, jumped out of Glorfindel's arms, and scampered down the hall, running screaming into his own room. Glorfindel didn't even notice the weight lifted from his arms, his eye twitching nervously. Elrond turned sideways at the mirror, then the other way, putting her arms up and back down. Finally she turned to her friend again.
"They look like grapefruits, don't they? Much bigger than oranges, perhaps there's a way to tone them down without binding them."
Glorfindel shook his head slowly, eye still locked on Elrond's. attributes, knowing he should look away. "Uhh, they look gorgeous. I mean fine. No, too big. Wait, they're perfect. I think. Elrond, I'm male! Don't ask me these things!"
Elrond pulled the top part of the dress back up over her chest, frowning at her reflection in the mirror. "But you're my friend, and I thought perhaps you could give me some constructive criticism."
"For Elbereth's sake, Elrond, I'm male! Do I *have* to prove it to you?! I think like a male!"
"Are you saying women are lower than men?"
"No, no, I was just trying to."
"You think women should be in the kitchens and just sit around and be play toys!"
"Now, now, Elrond."
"Glorfindel! To think I *trusted* you!" Tears began to well up in his eyes. "I thought."
"Ai, ai, Elrond." Glorfindel sighed and walked over to her, pulling the Peredhel into a tight hug. "Elrond, Elrond. honey, I was just saying that asking a member of the opposite sex whether your. uh, grapefruits. were too big or not isn't exactly a good idea. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but it's just that you should ask another woman about them, okay?"
Elrond sniffled, resting her head against Glorfindel's shoulder. "Okay." She wrapped her arms around the other Elf's neck, burying her nose into golden hair. They stood there for awhile like that until Elrond spoke again. "Glory?"
"Yes?"
"I want to be a woman forever."
Elladan mewled quietly to himself and to his brother, communicating to each other secretively, so they thought - unfortunately, they had forgotten that their father, or rather, mother, knew the language of the animals.
"I do NOT look fat in this dress!" Elrond glared evenly at her cattish son. "And my bust size is perfectly fine!"
"It's larger than naneth's was, that's for sure," Elrohir muttered, ducking as Elrond's hand came out to slap him. The Twin placed Elladan on the floor, keeping his head low in case his parent decided to try and hit him again. "Just joking, ada. Or naneth. Whichever you prefer."
"How did this happen? What did you do to me? Why am I a woman? I never wanted a sex change! I was perfectly happy as a male!"
"We, Elladan and I, thought you'd be *happier* as a female," Elrohir cooed, grinning. "I mean, you were feminine enough already, and Arwen's purple dress is getting a little stretched out and we instantly thought you'd be trying on her dresses; I mean, isn't that in your diary?"
Hormones raging, Elrond crumpled down on the floor and buried her face in her slim hands, crying soundly. "I thought I trusted my children! I raised you to be respectful of other people's privacy, especially your parents'! And then you go and read my diary, my own personal diary, and accuse me of trying on my daughter's purple dresses (which look marvelous on me) and give me a sex change without consulting me FIRST!"
Glorfindel winced, feeling a drastic mood swing episode rising in the Peredhel's body. As predicted, Elrond jumped to her feet and clasped the sides of Elrohir's face like a concerned mother, nudging her nose to the Twin's. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Elrohir, I didn't mean to yell at you at all! I didn't hurt you emotionally, did I? Oh, Elrohir, my child," she babbled, hugging the gasping Twin to her chest, petting his head and rubbing his back.
As quickly as it came, Elrond's sympathetic mood swept into a dangerous zone, and she pushed the younger son away from her, rising to her feet. "I cannot believe you played this terrible prank on your own father, after all that I've done for you! I hope you're happy, Elrohir, because you've just lost all the trust, faith, and love I have for you, and I don't think you'll ever get it back!" Elrond turned on her heel and fled from the library, heading for her private chambers.
Silence stood still. Glorfindel blinked. Elrohir sniffed. "Does he really mean that? I'm hurt."
Glorfindel stood and patted the younger Elf's shoulder. "Elrond didn't mean a word he just said, Elrohir - you know that."
"But it still hurt," he grumbled, gathering Elladan back into his lap. Elladan nuzzled the large hand, curling his tail around his haunches. Elrohir glared down at him. "You must be happy, because Ada just blamed me when I had nothing to do with it. Stupid Twin."
Elladan snorted elegantly, jutting his chin into the air. "Yes, you *are* a brat, Elladan," Elrohir stated, standing up so the feline would rudely fall from his lap onto the floor. "Now, if you'll excuse me, *I'd* like to take a *real* bath. Ta."
Glorfindel was left alone with the cat for a few minutes before he scooped the animal into his arms and took him directly to Elrond's chambers, lecturing him briefly as they walked down the halls. He wasn't sure whether Elladan listened or not (he most likely didn't), but some things had to be said. Rapping softly on the door, Glorfindel called, "Elrond? It's Glorfindel. May I come in?"
Silence met his inquiry. Elladan mewled softly as Glorfindel tried again. "Elrond?"
Not getting an answer, Glorfindel hesitantly turned the knob and opened the door, standing glued to the floor with wide eyes at what he saw before him. Elrond, bare from the chest to hip, turned around and pouted at the blonde elf, raising her arms up over her head.
"Do you think my boobs are too big?"
Elladan shrieked, jumped out of Glorfindel's arms, and scampered down the hall, running screaming into his own room. Glorfindel didn't even notice the weight lifted from his arms, his eye twitching nervously. Elrond turned sideways at the mirror, then the other way, putting her arms up and back down. Finally she turned to her friend again.
"They look like grapefruits, don't they? Much bigger than oranges, perhaps there's a way to tone them down without binding them."
Glorfindel shook his head slowly, eye still locked on Elrond's. attributes, knowing he should look away. "Uhh, they look gorgeous. I mean fine. No, too big. Wait, they're perfect. I think. Elrond, I'm male! Don't ask me these things!"
Elrond pulled the top part of the dress back up over her chest, frowning at her reflection in the mirror. "But you're my friend, and I thought perhaps you could give me some constructive criticism."
"For Elbereth's sake, Elrond, I'm male! Do I *have* to prove it to you?! I think like a male!"
"Are you saying women are lower than men?"
"No, no, I was just trying to."
"You think women should be in the kitchens and just sit around and be play toys!"
"Now, now, Elrond."
"Glorfindel! To think I *trusted* you!" Tears began to well up in his eyes. "I thought."
"Ai, ai, Elrond." Glorfindel sighed and walked over to her, pulling the Peredhel into a tight hug. "Elrond, Elrond. honey, I was just saying that asking a member of the opposite sex whether your. uh, grapefruits. were too big or not isn't exactly a good idea. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but it's just that you should ask another woman about them, okay?"
Elrond sniffled, resting her head against Glorfindel's shoulder. "Okay." She wrapped her arms around the other Elf's neck, burying her nose into golden hair. They stood there for awhile like that until Elrond spoke again. "Glory?"
"Yes?"
"I want to be a woman forever."
