She could hear voices yelling outside. In the mean time she just glanced
at the furnishings in the room.
The door burst open again. The brave, and cute in the author's opinion's, elf sauntered in.
"What is so important that I had to miss my hair appointment?" he said grumpily. (A/N Oh, to hell with it!! It's gonna be funny a lot more now.)
"Oh! It's you." He sounded relieved.
"Yes, me. Now would you please explain to me what you did with my frickin jewelry?!! and another thi-..." she stopped short, as if in thought. A sly grin crept on to her face as she smirked at him. "Did you say..hair appointment, or do my ears deceive me?"
"Err.um.yes. But what does that have to do with what you wear?"
She snickered. "Absolutely nothing." She said amused.
"ookaaaay.now that we've gotten the point across that you're a gay, poncy elf-boy..I would appreciate it if you would hand the necklace over. Or do you want me to take it by force?"
"How dare you insult me, you wench?!" and he goes into his pockets for the necklace, shoving it at her.
"Thanks. That took you long enough, bastard.Hehee....So tell me...has the meeting already started? Or did I miss it already?" she says as she pulls the charm over her head.
He narrows his eyes at her and takes out a hidden blade from his tunic (Sorry. That's the only piece of clothing I can name on him.) "hooooow do you know of the meeting, woman?!"
"Ooops...hehee.I guess I let that slip...well.uh.I guess you could say that I was.uuuhhhh...sent here? Uh yes. That's it. I was sent here to help with the quest."
"Hmmm...I don't know if I can trust you, so we will talk to Lord Elrond and Gandalf later...But for now, why don't you get dressed in something more.apPROpriate, and you can walk around by yourself. I must be going, now...Oh! And you'll find some dresses over there." He points to a ?dresser?.(whuteva) and leaves the room.
"Well, let's see what we got here.hmmm" looks through the dresser and finds a dark, black flowing dress. She may be a goth, but there are some exceptions when it comes to fashion. (Oh! Sorry peoples. Her description: about 5'8"; long, smooth, dark, straight, black hair, with really cool red streaks that very few can pull off; VERY nice figure[how very fanficcy]; piercing gray eyes; pouty lips[see? I get to live out one of my many, many fantasies here. God!! Why can't I look like that? Lucky bitch. J/K]; and perfectly shaped eyebrows)
"Grrr.don't they have any rubber bands here?! Well, guess I'll have to leave my hair down." Puts on slipper-like shoes (I'm sorry, but I CAAA-NOT stand those awful gold boots that Galadriel wears, so I guess I'm changing a couple of dets.)
Runs outsides, mumbling to self "Wonder where those hobbits are. Maybe they'll let me keep one for a slave."
Exits.
The door burst open again. The brave, and cute in the author's opinion's, elf sauntered in.
"What is so important that I had to miss my hair appointment?" he said grumpily. (A/N Oh, to hell with it!! It's gonna be funny a lot more now.)
"Oh! It's you." He sounded relieved.
"Yes, me. Now would you please explain to me what you did with my frickin jewelry?!! and another thi-..." she stopped short, as if in thought. A sly grin crept on to her face as she smirked at him. "Did you say..hair appointment, or do my ears deceive me?"
"Err.um.yes. But what does that have to do with what you wear?"
She snickered. "Absolutely nothing." She said amused.
"ookaaaay.now that we've gotten the point across that you're a gay, poncy elf-boy..I would appreciate it if you would hand the necklace over. Or do you want me to take it by force?"
"How dare you insult me, you wench?!" and he goes into his pockets for the necklace, shoving it at her.
"Thanks. That took you long enough, bastard.Hehee....So tell me...has the meeting already started? Or did I miss it already?" she says as she pulls the charm over her head.
He narrows his eyes at her and takes out a hidden blade from his tunic (Sorry. That's the only piece of clothing I can name on him.) "hooooow do you know of the meeting, woman?!"
"Ooops...hehee.I guess I let that slip...well.uh.I guess you could say that I was.uuuhhhh...sent here? Uh yes. That's it. I was sent here to help with the quest."
"Hmmm...I don't know if I can trust you, so we will talk to Lord Elrond and Gandalf later...But for now, why don't you get dressed in something more.apPROpriate, and you can walk around by yourself. I must be going, now...Oh! And you'll find some dresses over there." He points to a ?dresser?.(whuteva) and leaves the room.
"Well, let's see what we got here.hmmm" looks through the dresser and finds a dark, black flowing dress. She may be a goth, but there are some exceptions when it comes to fashion. (Oh! Sorry peoples. Her description: about 5'8"; long, smooth, dark, straight, black hair, with really cool red streaks that very few can pull off; VERY nice figure[how very fanficcy]; piercing gray eyes; pouty lips[see? I get to live out one of my many, many fantasies here. God!! Why can't I look like that? Lucky bitch. J/K]; and perfectly shaped eyebrows)
"Grrr.don't they have any rubber bands here?! Well, guess I'll have to leave my hair down." Puts on slipper-like shoes (I'm sorry, but I CAAA-NOT stand those awful gold boots that Galadriel wears, so I guess I'm changing a couple of dets.)
Runs outsides, mumbling to self "Wonder where those hobbits are. Maybe they'll let me keep one for a slave."
Exits.