Authors' Note: Well, once more, boredom takes its toll and we end up
writing the second entry in the account of Legolas's unique cross-dressing
experience. Hurrah. You wouldn't believe how long it took for our person to
conk out so we could write. Well, anyway. it doesn't really matter that
much. The problem is extreme when muses don't know what to write next.
Disclaimer: We don't own nothin', you buggers. Don't even try to sue us.it's not worth the lawyer's fees.
Chappie Two!!!!!!!
Ellrohir crept along, dodging carefully from shadow to shadow as he worked his way towards his sister's room.
He cursed his foul luck, wishing he had taken a different blade of grass when choosing who was to pilfer one of Arwen's gowns.
Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, he reached his sister's chamber. Looking around warily, making sure no one was nearby; he pressed one sensitive ear to the wooden door paneling. He could hear nothing.
Oh-so-carefully, he eased the door open, turning with the swing so it opened and closed smoothly and quietly. He let out a sigh of relief and turned around.
"What, brother, are you doing, sneaking into my room in the middle of the night?" Arwen stood behind him, arms crossed.
Ellrohir backed into the closed door with a small, startled noise. He stared at his sister, wide eyed, and wondered if she was prone to murder.
"Oh, Arwen! I didn't realize you were back from the party yet!" He sounded guilty and knew it.
"Obviously. Now answer the question."
"I.um.you know."
"I don't, but for your sake, I'd better just find out very soon."
Ellrohir's eyes widened even more at the obvious threat.
"Well, it all started when Legolas passed out."
"Wait. Why, exactly, did Legolas 'pass out'?"
"He was drunk."
"I see. May I assume that you are or were as well?"
"Yep. Haldir, Glorfindel and Elladan too."
"Ahh, this is starting to make some sense. So you were sneaking into my room because.?"
"Well, we drew lots and I got the shortest piece, so I had to come here to borrow a dress for Legolas, because he looks so much like a girl, and it would be funny to see what he looks like in a gown. So can I please just get one and leave?"
"."
The other three intoxicated elves looked up as Ellrohir jogged up, his arms full of frothy, sea green silk. Haldir, Glorfindel and Elladan howled with glee, but quietly, as to prevent Legolas from waking up too soon.
"You got it!"
"Yes, but I was caught by Arwen."
"No!"
"She made me give her a promise."
The others waited, but Ellrohir just stood there with the dress, smirking. Finally, Glorfindel broke the silence, and asked, "So.?"
"So.what?" The grin widened.
"What was the promise!?!"
"After Legolas is dressed up, we have been charged with taking him up to show Arwen. And, by the way, the celebration is still going on."
Haldir choked on the wine he had just drank and started coughing. Glorfindel started laughing delightedly, and Elladan said but two words:
"Absolutely Perfect."
Disclaimer: We don't own nothin', you buggers. Don't even try to sue us.it's not worth the lawyer's fees.
Chappie Two!!!!!!!
Ellrohir crept along, dodging carefully from shadow to shadow as he worked his way towards his sister's room.
He cursed his foul luck, wishing he had taken a different blade of grass when choosing who was to pilfer one of Arwen's gowns.
Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, he reached his sister's chamber. Looking around warily, making sure no one was nearby; he pressed one sensitive ear to the wooden door paneling. He could hear nothing.
Oh-so-carefully, he eased the door open, turning with the swing so it opened and closed smoothly and quietly. He let out a sigh of relief and turned around.
"What, brother, are you doing, sneaking into my room in the middle of the night?" Arwen stood behind him, arms crossed.
Ellrohir backed into the closed door with a small, startled noise. He stared at his sister, wide eyed, and wondered if she was prone to murder.
"Oh, Arwen! I didn't realize you were back from the party yet!" He sounded guilty and knew it.
"Obviously. Now answer the question."
"I.um.you know."
"I don't, but for your sake, I'd better just find out very soon."
Ellrohir's eyes widened even more at the obvious threat.
"Well, it all started when Legolas passed out."
"Wait. Why, exactly, did Legolas 'pass out'?"
"He was drunk."
"I see. May I assume that you are or were as well?"
"Yep. Haldir, Glorfindel and Elladan too."
"Ahh, this is starting to make some sense. So you were sneaking into my room because.?"
"Well, we drew lots and I got the shortest piece, so I had to come here to borrow a dress for Legolas, because he looks so much like a girl, and it would be funny to see what he looks like in a gown. So can I please just get one and leave?"
"."
The other three intoxicated elves looked up as Ellrohir jogged up, his arms full of frothy, sea green silk. Haldir, Glorfindel and Elladan howled with glee, but quietly, as to prevent Legolas from waking up too soon.
"You got it!"
"Yes, but I was caught by Arwen."
"No!"
"She made me give her a promise."
The others waited, but Ellrohir just stood there with the dress, smirking. Finally, Glorfindel broke the silence, and asked, "So.?"
"So.what?" The grin widened.
"What was the promise!?!"
"After Legolas is dressed up, we have been charged with taking him up to show Arwen. And, by the way, the celebration is still going on."
Haldir choked on the wine he had just drank and started coughing. Glorfindel started laughing delightedly, and Elladan said but two words:
"Absolutely Perfect."