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Chapter 5: Missing Dresses, Rivers, and Pizza Time
"I need that dress!" Galadriel tossed several other white dresses behind her. Celeborn sat up and massaged his temples.
"Galadriel, why don't you just where a different one? They all look the same."
This reasoning just generated the same effect it always did: Galadriel gaped, apalled.
"All the same? All the same?! Celeborn! I can't possibly go give The Guy a make-over in any other dress! It must be number 502!" She continued to toss her dresses around the room.
"We've just arrived on the ship and you're already running off to give The Guy a make-over?" Celeborn asked, slightly hurt that his wife of nearly 3,000 years was running off to fix some guy's image.
Galadriel turned to her husband. " Dear, you know how much I love fashion. And giving The Guy a make-over was the only was for us to get on board." she stated patiently, still scanning the room for #502.
Her eyes landed on another suitcase in the corner of the room. She briskly strode towards it, snapped it open, and began digging around inside.
"Ah ha! There you are!" Galadriel beamed and held up a dress identical to the white one she was already wearing.
She ran into the bathroom to change, and emerged a few minutes later wearing #502 and carrying a large bag of make-up and hair care products.
Gliding over to her husband, Galadriel kissed him lightly on the cheek before hurrying out of the room.
Celeborn sighed. " Mother was tight," he thought, " I should've married someone of intelligence."
He picked up his brown crayon and continued to draw his hobbit.
"A Hardbottle this time, I think..." he muttered thoughtfully.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Glorfindel snapped his head up, and raised his arms in time to the music.
"Cry me a river! Cry me a river!
Glorfindel closed his eyes and became one with the cheesy music. He twirled and covorted until he was out of breath and bright red. The cheesy song ended.
"I'm going to tear up the dance floor!" thought Glorfindel triumphantly.
The next song began to play. It was a slow one.
"You are beautiful No matter what they say. Words can't bring you down!"
Glorfindel decided to go ballet on this one. He raised himself onto his tiptoes and began to teeter his way across the room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elrond pulled himself to his feet. He could alreasy feel the massive bruise growing where he'd hit his head. A moan escaped his lips. Pizza would make his head feel better. If only the kitchen was open.
Elrond glanced hopefully at his ultra-cool glow-in-the-dark digital wristwatch. ( He'd won it in a pizza eating contest in Bree some years earlier.)
His eyes focused on the numbers. Pizza time! Elrond leapt excitedly to his feet...and tripped on the same bag, landing on the same spot, and aquiring another bruise.
"Oh pizza," he groaned," Why hath thou forsaken me so?"
Elrond lay back, defeated. For now.
~Will Galadriel give The Guy a successful new look? Will Celeborn ever grow up? How's Glorfindel's dancing coming along? Will Elrond EVER get his pizza? Find out next time on " A Cruise to Paradise Haven" ! Thanks for viewing!~
Chapter 5: Missing Dresses, Rivers, and Pizza Time
"I need that dress!" Galadriel tossed several other white dresses behind her. Celeborn sat up and massaged his temples.
"Galadriel, why don't you just where a different one? They all look the same."
This reasoning just generated the same effect it always did: Galadriel gaped, apalled.
"All the same? All the same?! Celeborn! I can't possibly go give The Guy a make-over in any other dress! It must be number 502!" She continued to toss her dresses around the room.
"We've just arrived on the ship and you're already running off to give The Guy a make-over?" Celeborn asked, slightly hurt that his wife of nearly 3,000 years was running off to fix some guy's image.
Galadriel turned to her husband. " Dear, you know how much I love fashion. And giving The Guy a make-over was the only was for us to get on board." she stated patiently, still scanning the room for #502.
Her eyes landed on another suitcase in the corner of the room. She briskly strode towards it, snapped it open, and began digging around inside.
"Ah ha! There you are!" Galadriel beamed and held up a dress identical to the white one she was already wearing.
She ran into the bathroom to change, and emerged a few minutes later wearing #502 and carrying a large bag of make-up and hair care products.
Gliding over to her husband, Galadriel kissed him lightly on the cheek before hurrying out of the room.
Celeborn sighed. " Mother was tight," he thought, " I should've married someone of intelligence."
He picked up his brown crayon and continued to draw his hobbit.
"A Hardbottle this time, I think..." he muttered thoughtfully.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Glorfindel snapped his head up, and raised his arms in time to the music.
"Cry me a river! Cry me a river!
Glorfindel closed his eyes and became one with the cheesy music. He twirled and covorted until he was out of breath and bright red. The cheesy song ended.
"I'm going to tear up the dance floor!" thought Glorfindel triumphantly.
The next song began to play. It was a slow one.
"You are beautiful No matter what they say. Words can't bring you down!"
Glorfindel decided to go ballet on this one. He raised himself onto his tiptoes and began to teeter his way across the room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elrond pulled himself to his feet. He could alreasy feel the massive bruise growing where he'd hit his head. A moan escaped his lips. Pizza would make his head feel better. If only the kitchen was open.
Elrond glanced hopefully at his ultra-cool glow-in-the-dark digital wristwatch. ( He'd won it in a pizza eating contest in Bree some years earlier.)
His eyes focused on the numbers. Pizza time! Elrond leapt excitedly to his feet...and tripped on the same bag, landing on the same spot, and aquiring another bruise.
"Oh pizza," he groaned," Why hath thou forsaken me so?"
Elrond lay back, defeated. For now.
~Will Galadriel give The Guy a successful new look? Will Celeborn ever grow up? How's Glorfindel's dancing coming along? Will Elrond EVER get his pizza? Find out next time on " A Cruise to Paradise Haven" ! Thanks for viewing!~