The Last Homely House stood dark and empty, looking at the moment every bit
as forbidding as Isengard and Mordor put together. Not even the mightiest
elf-lord REALLY wanted to disturb Elrond when he was in a bad mood.
And nothing put Elrond in a bad mood so much as paperwork, especially the insurance forms he was forced to fill out for repairs whenever a flood got out of hand. These, however, were something worse. Like the One Ring, they were something to be dreaded. However, they may have been worse than the Ring. For while there was only one Ring, there must have been thousands of applications to join the Fellowship.
Furthermore, he had lost his reading glasses - and since no one knew he needed them - his vision supposedly being as keen as every other elf's, he couldn't exactly ask for them. Arwen, Elrohir, and Elladan had been called in as quite unwilling secretaries.
"Daddy?" Arwen squinted at one of the many papers. "I can't read Orcish."
"Just trash it."
Arwen ground the paper under her foot, being as there wasn't a trash can in sight.
"Ah.Arwen?" Elrohir picked up the now thoroughly muddy paper. "This is Dwarvish."
*Well, guess we can see whose application is first! Don't worry though, this is just the prologue. Now comes the fun part.*
And nothing put Elrond in a bad mood so much as paperwork, especially the insurance forms he was forced to fill out for repairs whenever a flood got out of hand. These, however, were something worse. Like the One Ring, they were something to be dreaded. However, they may have been worse than the Ring. For while there was only one Ring, there must have been thousands of applications to join the Fellowship.
Furthermore, he had lost his reading glasses - and since no one knew he needed them - his vision supposedly being as keen as every other elf's, he couldn't exactly ask for them. Arwen, Elrohir, and Elladan had been called in as quite unwilling secretaries.
"Daddy?" Arwen squinted at one of the many papers. "I can't read Orcish."
"Just trash it."
Arwen ground the paper under her foot, being as there wasn't a trash can in sight.
"Ah.Arwen?" Elrohir picked up the now thoroughly muddy paper. "This is Dwarvish."
*Well, guess we can see whose application is first! Don't worry though, this is just the prologue. Now comes the fun part.*