Disclaimer: I do not own any of Tolkien's characters. I only make them
look goofy.
A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update! I apologise! Hopefully some people will be kind enough to leave a review this time. Hint hint. :)
Chapter 4: Finally on Board
"Ahh, how lovely!" Galadriel clapped her hands together happily. " Lots of closet space!" Celeborn stumbled in behind her, heavily laden with her many suitcases. "Just toss them over there please, dear." Galadriel said from deep within the large closet. Celeborn just dropped the baggage right where he stood. It landed with a thud. He then went to his own little bag and put his hand inside. Panic filled Celeborn's eyes as his fingers closed around everything but his beloved crayons. He dumped the contents of the bag out and searched through them frantically. Toffees, lembas, toothbrush, medicine, and at last...crayons and paper. Celeborn sighed and sank to the floor with relief. He carefully tore a single sheet of paper from his drawing pad and placed it on top of the closed pad, balancing it on his lap. What to draw, what to draw. he wondered, eventually deciding on hobbits. Celeborn loved drawing hobbits.
Suddenly a high piercing scream broke the silence. Celeborn's crayon slipped and a long brown line appeared across the page. At this point several obscenities crossed his mind. "Celeborn! I can't find my white dress anywhere!" Galadriel exclaimed, panicky. "Which one?" "Number 502!" Galadriel moaned. Celeborn fell onto his back, crayon still in hand, in exhasperation. "Why is my wife such a ditz at times?" he wondered vaguely.
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Glorfindel reached his room and sighed happily. There was plenty of floor space. He tossed his bag onto the bed, picked up his flourescent yellow boombox, and placed it lovingly on the bedside table. The lapping of the waves against the side of the cruise ship was apparant and created a rythmn of sorts. Splish splosh. Splish splosh. Glorfindel tapped his foot to the beat. He felt a groove coming on...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elrond arrived at his cozy room with a slight thought in the back of his mind about how much he would've loved to share this trip with his wife. But the thought was quickly pushed aside by his desire for pizza. Tossing all of his bags haphazardly on the floor, Elrond raced for the dining area. Only to find it closed. The food wasn't ready yet. Elrond trudged disappointedly back to his room. Upon entering, he dramatically raised a hand to his forehead, closed his eyes, and said: "Woe unto me." He took a step forward and promptly tripped on one of his bags, landing flat on his face.
Will Galadriel find her missing dress? Will Celeborn go crazy because of his superficial wife? How's Glorfindel's groove coming along? And will Elrond EVER get his pizza? Find out next time on " A Cruise to Paradise Haven" !!
~*WaNdA*~
A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update! I apologise! Hopefully some people will be kind enough to leave a review this time. Hint hint. :)
Chapter 4: Finally on Board
"Ahh, how lovely!" Galadriel clapped her hands together happily. " Lots of closet space!" Celeborn stumbled in behind her, heavily laden with her many suitcases. "Just toss them over there please, dear." Galadriel said from deep within the large closet. Celeborn just dropped the baggage right where he stood. It landed with a thud. He then went to his own little bag and put his hand inside. Panic filled Celeborn's eyes as his fingers closed around everything but his beloved crayons. He dumped the contents of the bag out and searched through them frantically. Toffees, lembas, toothbrush, medicine, and at last...crayons and paper. Celeborn sighed and sank to the floor with relief. He carefully tore a single sheet of paper from his drawing pad and placed it on top of the closed pad, balancing it on his lap. What to draw, what to draw. he wondered, eventually deciding on hobbits. Celeborn loved drawing hobbits.
Suddenly a high piercing scream broke the silence. Celeborn's crayon slipped and a long brown line appeared across the page. At this point several obscenities crossed his mind. "Celeborn! I can't find my white dress anywhere!" Galadriel exclaimed, panicky. "Which one?" "Number 502!" Galadriel moaned. Celeborn fell onto his back, crayon still in hand, in exhasperation. "Why is my wife such a ditz at times?" he wondered vaguely.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Glorfindel reached his room and sighed happily. There was plenty of floor space. He tossed his bag onto the bed, picked up his flourescent yellow boombox, and placed it lovingly on the bedside table. The lapping of the waves against the side of the cruise ship was apparant and created a rythmn of sorts. Splish splosh. Splish splosh. Glorfindel tapped his foot to the beat. He felt a groove coming on...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elrond arrived at his cozy room with a slight thought in the back of his mind about how much he would've loved to share this trip with his wife. But the thought was quickly pushed aside by his desire for pizza. Tossing all of his bags haphazardly on the floor, Elrond raced for the dining area. Only to find it closed. The food wasn't ready yet. Elrond trudged disappointedly back to his room. Upon entering, he dramatically raised a hand to his forehead, closed his eyes, and said: "Woe unto me." He took a step forward and promptly tripped on one of his bags, landing flat on his face.
Will Galadriel find her missing dress? Will Celeborn go crazy because of his superficial wife? How's Glorfindel's groove coming along? And will Elrond EVER get his pizza? Find out next time on " A Cruise to Paradise Haven" !!
~*WaNdA*~