Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. If I did, I'd have money, and
you would see my brain-childs in Barnes and Noble. And, much as I wish I
did, I do not own Legolas, Frodo, Pippin, or any of the other characters
associated with it.
Italics are flashbacks.
Ch. 3. Of Closets and Catwalks.
Merry and Pippin are running to the wine cellars in the Hall of Telcomtar. Legolas stops them on their way over there and bombards them with a lecture describing how they look when they get drunk. Two hours later, after settling back with a keg of ale, they start wondering whether they really look like that when they're drunk.
"Merry, do elves get drunk?"
"I don't know. I've never seen Leggo or Arwen drunk."
"They don't drink."
"I wonder what they'd do if they ever "accidentally" had some?"
"I'm sure I don't know, Pip."
"Want to find out?"
"How much?"
"Two rounds of ale against that much money."
"Deal."
"Yeah, I do my little thing on the catwalk. Yeah on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah, I strut my little-ARGH!!!" screamed Legolas as he fell off the table he had been dancing on with Arwen and his bow..
Merry and Pippin gazed in glee at the scene around them. Eowyn, after forgetting how to count, had come over and was passed out by Aragorn. Faramir had accidentally gotten stuck in a closet after looking for shoes and forgetting how to open the door again. Gimli had borrowed one of Arwen's mirrors and was doing his hair under the table. Frodo, previously unnoticed by all, was now yelling the Oliphaunt poem at the top of his lungs.
"Where's Enemienrada? Where is she? Where is milady?" Legolas had stopped dancing and was wandering around the room, asking everyone the same questions. Or he was until Faramir yelled out "Group hug!" and tried to enforce it.
"Let's get out of here, Merry, this is just too weird."
And the two hobbits left quietly, knowing that when their friends sobered up, asking questions and giving hugs would be the last things on their minds.
Italics are flashbacks.
Ch. 3. Of Closets and Catwalks.
Merry and Pippin are running to the wine cellars in the Hall of Telcomtar. Legolas stops them on their way over there and bombards them with a lecture describing how they look when they get drunk. Two hours later, after settling back with a keg of ale, they start wondering whether they really look like that when they're drunk.
"Merry, do elves get drunk?"
"I don't know. I've never seen Leggo or Arwen drunk."
"They don't drink."
"I wonder what they'd do if they ever "accidentally" had some?"
"I'm sure I don't know, Pip."
"Want to find out?"
"How much?"
"Two rounds of ale against that much money."
"Deal."
"Yeah, I do my little thing on the catwalk. Yeah on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah, I strut my little-ARGH!!!" screamed Legolas as he fell off the table he had been dancing on with Arwen and his bow..
Merry and Pippin gazed in glee at the scene around them. Eowyn, after forgetting how to count, had come over and was passed out by Aragorn. Faramir had accidentally gotten stuck in a closet after looking for shoes and forgetting how to open the door again. Gimli had borrowed one of Arwen's mirrors and was doing his hair under the table. Frodo, previously unnoticed by all, was now yelling the Oliphaunt poem at the top of his lungs.
"Where's Enemienrada? Where is she? Where is milady?" Legolas had stopped dancing and was wandering around the room, asking everyone the same questions. Or he was until Faramir yelled out "Group hug!" and tried to enforce it.
"Let's get out of here, Merry, this is just too weird."
And the two hobbits left quietly, knowing that when their friends sobered up, asking questions and giving hugs would be the last things on their minds.
