I decided to change the format of my story. GO ME!
Since I am stuck using notepad, the spacing is gonna suck. That was a warning.
For disclaimers and such, please refer to past chapters. I do not feel like repeating myself like a broken record. On and and on and on and - *smacks self* I am fine.
I would like to thank all my readers for their patience (and impatience in some cases *smiles*). This chapter, nay, this whole story is dedicated to you.
Also, I am on the favorites list of two people!! *waves to Astariel and G. D. Gauss* THANK YOU!!! *sniff* You like me! You really, really like me!!! *gives you chocolate covered elf-lords and humans*
I would have to say that the last chapter received the best responses. And it is not just because it took me MONTHS to update. I had lots of reviews hours after I first posted it.... *tickled pink* So, I'm really sorry for not updating sooner!!
The reasons for the delay between this chapter and the last are many. Some are valid, others are lame. Here are the three main reasons:
1) My faithful little laptop, usagi-chan, came down with a lingering illness and then died tragically a few weeks ago. I was therefore forced to use my parents' pathetic excuse for a computer (an 11 year old piece of orc dung). By the time I was able to afford a new computer, it was near the end of February... His name is Legolas and he is super fast and sexay. My precioussssss.... Sadly, this chapter will probably be littered with typos as I have no writing program yet and, therefore, no spellchecker... Hurr.
2) This year, I have not had the greatest of winters. It seems that I am doomed to suffer through one illness after another. (I already suffer from migraines and chronic headaches x_x;) A few weeks ago, I got a nassssty flu and then, still weak from the flu, a lingering cold. As my health is now improving, the inspiration to continue has come to me!!
3) The lack of alone time and spare time!! Whenever I would try to settle down and write, people would choose that exact moment to call or seek me out and bug the living hurr out of me. So, right now, I have locked myself into my bedroom with Legolas (the computer and the muse) and am determined to write, write, write.
So, in short (for this is already long), I bend to the will of my readers. So, if any of you out there are still with me, give me a HELL YEAH! *hears crickets* Dang.
Here is chapter 4.
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The King's New Clothes
Chapter 4: Of Healing and Espionage Techniques
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Time was of the utmost essence for Elrond. He knew that he had to get to work quickly if he were to save the young prince's life. He hastily prepared a draught to help ease the prince's pain and to help him sleep. He administered the postion by placing the prince on his side, mindful of the wound, and carefully poured the liquid down his throat.
There had been many moans, sobs and cries of pain, but once he got Aragorn to calm down, he was then able to get to work on saving Legolas' lovely wounded posterior.
"Estel.... Hand me that cloth and the sterilized knife. We must get this arrow out of him as soon as possible. I only hope that the draught we gave him will have taken full effect by now...."
Aragorn did as he was told. After all, no one dared to cross the dark-haired Elf Lord when he was in "healer mode".
"Estel? I have but one question for you...." began Elrond as he cut and removed Legolas' bloodied leggings.
"Y-Yes, ada?" replied Aragorn. He was feeling very much like a child about to be reprimanded by a parent for something stupid he had done. [Daddy]
"I have taught you the healing arts, yes?" queried Elrond, looking in the direction of his foster son. Aragorn merely nodded 'yes' in reply. "You have used these skills often in your travels as the leader of the Dúnedain?" Another nod.
Elrond set down the knife and looked Aragorn in the eye. Then, quite calmly, he placed his hands on his hips.
"Then tell me why, my son, if I have taught you these skills, and you know them well, had you not attempted to remove this poisoned arrow out of your lover's behind BEFORE entering my home in a panic, knocking my sons over thus earning their wrath, disturbing me in my search for the *perfect* raiment to outshine that hussy Celeborn, AND causing further pain and discomfort to the Prince of Mirkwood thus ensuring his father, King "I'll-get-you-Elrond-and-your-little-adopted-human-son-too" Thranduil's rath? Hmmm?"
At first, Elrond spoke calmly but as he continued, the words began to fly faster and faster out of his mouth.... Quite a talent really.
Aragorn just stood there, mouth agape, trying to find something, anything, that he could say to excuse the "situational memory lapse" that he had suffered when his lover had been struck with the arrow.
"I-I love you, ada?"
Elrond smacked himself in the forehead (a/n: now we know where Elladan gets this little personality quirk) and then winced in pain. He felt a migraine coming on.
::Do Elves get migraines?:: He thought in dismay.
So, ignoring his foster son's stupidity, for now anyway, he swiftly went back to work on the fallen prince's wound.
::At least I can try to make sure that there is no scarring. Thranduil would really have my posterior for a crown then! :: Thought the Lord of Imladris, frowning and furrowing his brow in concentration.
The wounded prince in question just snored daintily in his drug-enduced slumber.
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Meanwhile, outside the room where Elrond and Aragorn worked frantically on the prince's "grievous" wound, many servants and random elves had gathered to hold vigil.
Flowers were lain, candles were lit and prayers were told to any and all Valar that were listening as all present tried to comfort one another in their shared worry for the fair prince of Mirkwood's health.
"Do you t-think...?" began one emotional blond servant, ringing her hands in her apron.
"No. He is well! The Lord is working on him now! We all know what our Lord Elrond can do! He will save him... Have faith!" Assured a tall male elf, trying to assure all present. His shaking hands betraying the confidence he was trying to voice.
"What should we do? We cannot stand here and just wait to hear of the prince's demise.... Is there anything productive we can do for him? Anything at all?" began another male as he supported another female by the waist.
"I know!" began another male excitedly. "We can have a wake!!"
All present stared at him in confusion.
"Whatever do you mean?" asked a dark haired she-elf.
"You know, a wake!" When he saw the looks of confusion on the faces of those present, he continued. "Like they have in Rohan when someone is ill or has passed to the Halls of Mandos!"
"You mean, we all gather in a big hall, get drunk, play loud music, sing and tell stories until the next day and/or we all pass out?" asked another elf.
"Exactly."
All were preparing to leave for the main hall when they heard a noble voice.
"What is going on around here?" asked a very muddied blond Elf-Lord.
"Lord Glorfindel!" gasped the crowd in surprise and awe.
"My L-Lord..." said the leader of the group. "What has happened to you?"
Glorfindel frowned in dismay as he pinched and examined the dirtied robe he sported. "You mean this? I happened to enter the chambers of a very, er, 'distressed' Evenstar...."
All present nodded their understanding. Their ears still rung from the screams that had echoed in the fair halls but moments before.
One thing must be said about Glorfindel: he is a sucker for a good crowd. He craves attention and is most at ease in the presence of many. Being the second in command of the elven haven, he was not the elf with the most prestige. So, when Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower, had the opportunity to shine, he did so. And with much gusto and flair.
Seeing many elves gathered in one place, "Glorfindel, the pissed-off at having mud flung at him" became "Glorfindel, the trying to be humble as the center of attention".
He smiled to himself and continued his story.
"Apparently, none had been present at her, well, presentation this morning..." said the blond eldar as he waved a majestic hand in the air. "I had been out riding and lost track of the time. When I arrived, I went up to her chambers to make my apologies, as any smart elf would. But, when I knocked and no-one answered, I figured that the Lady must have cornered some poor maid. So, I entered with the intention to save the poor female, as any noble warrior would...." He paused for emphasis as many females in the room sighed dreamily.
He continued. "What I saw when I entered her rooms, to my great dismay and, in a way, relief, was not a distressed she-elf in need of aid, but rather this mass of mud in front of many mirrors. When I recognised the mud pile to be our Lady, I tried not to laugh but, we all know that I love a good joke as much as the next elf." He paused and chuckled softly. All present did the same. "She then proceeded to fling mud at me and insisted that I leave her chambers post-haste. And here I am, on my way to my rooms to change out of my muddied garments when I heard this commotion. Now, tell me, what have I missed since my morning excursion on Asfaloth?"
All the females in the room began to cry while the men hung their heads in sorrow.
"What did I say?" asked a very confused Glorfindel.
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Once he had received his answer, he dispersed the crowd (who went off to have their wake) and, having exchanged his dirty robe for a fresh one, entered the room where Elrond was finishing healing Legolas.
"Is the prince well? I heard he had received a mortal wound while out with Estel..." querried Glorfindel, a frown of worry on his fair face.
"Glorfindel!" excitedly began Elrond. But remembering that Estel was still in the room, he regained his composure and cleared his throat. "Lord Glorfindel. The Prince will be well. I have tended to his wound and I think it will heal nicely. All he needs is rest and time to get over the heavy sedative we gave him."
Aragorn took Legolas's hand and pressed his chapped lips to them in a tender kiss. "Thank Elbereth...."
He then turned and spoke softly to Elrond. "Ada? How did you know that Legolas and I were lovers?"
"Estel...." began the dark-haired elf-lord. "Everyone in Imladris, nay, all of Middle-Earth know of your relationship with the young prince...."
"Except Arwen. She chooses not to believe it." said the fair-haired Elf-Lord.
Aragorn then blushed ten shades of red. "Why did no one tell us?"
"Because...." replied Glorfindel. "It was so much fun seeing you two running around and trying to be discreet!"
The two Elf-Lords then laughed as Aragorn legs let go and he hit the ground.
"When one wants everyone to know something in Imladris...." began Elrond.
"....One just has to keep it a secret." continued Glorfindel.
Elrond helped Aragorn to his feet.
"Come, my son. It is time for you to get cleaned up for dinner. I am sure that you are hungry and weary from the day's excitement. Legolas will be fine. He will be out for a few more hours. And even when he comes to, I do not think he will be very good company."
"Why do you say that, ada?" asked Aragorn.
"Do you remember the last time we gave him a draught? He was angry for days!" said a laughing Glorfindel.
"Come Estel. We will lead you to your rooms...." said Elrond as he guided his foster son out of the room.
"Say, Elro- er, I mean, Lord Elrond?" began Glorfindel. "How did the young prince get wounded and how serious was it?"
Elrond smiled and mouthed the words 'I will tell you later' before leading the trio out of the room.
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Once the trio was out of the room, the doors to the terrace flung open and two shadowy figures entered the dimly lit room.
"Are you sure we should be here? I heard from the servants that Legolas is not well.... That he and Estel were attacked by an army of Uruk-hai and that Legolas is on his way to the Halls of Mandos...." began one of the figures.
"Do you always listen to idle servant gossip? I heard that he got an arrow in the butt and that he will heal soon. Do you want revenge or not?" said the other figure.
The figures stepped out of the shadows. They were of the same height and build and were sporting rather odd outfits.
They were both dressed in black from head to foot with black silk scarves covering all their fair faces but their eyes that shone with malicious intent. They also sported cloaks that danced in the breeze that blew from the open terrace doors.
"I am not the one seeking revenge, dearest brother. Estel got honey in your hair, not mine...." said Elrohir, almost tripping over his long cloak. "Why are we dressed like this anyway?"
"We are trying to be discreet and mysterious. If we blend into our surroundings, we will not be found out. We need to use the utmost caution and stealth if we are to extract our revenge." said Elladan, laughing evily.
"So.... We are pretending to be spies!" said an over-excited Elrohir. "I do love it when we play dress-up spies!"
Elladan placed a hand over where he thought lay his twin's mouth. He instead covered his nose. "Shhhh! Do not wake the prince!"
"Ohhh!" began Elrohir. "Right! Spies are quiet and all secretive-like! Can we have code-names?"
Elladan rolled his eyes. "Sure." he began. ::Anything to shut you up....::
"YAY! My code-name will be...." Elrohir paused to think for a moment. "Elladan!" he said as he clapped his hands in glee.
Elladan smacked himself in the forehead. He knew this would be a looooooooong night.
Legolas then began to shift in his bed. Elladan, having found the right location of his brother's mouth, covered it and held his own breath in anticipation.
"Not the beard!!!" softly cried Legolas before he began to snore prettily.
Elladan let out a sigh of relief. "He was just dreaming...."
Elrohir then fell to the floor. Elladan's grip on his mouth and nose had cut off his breathing and he had fainted from the lack of oxygen.
"Crap." said the elder twins as he fanned his younger identical brother.
::This might not be as easy as I had originally thought.::
TBC....
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Personal Thanks: (This section is gonna be huuuuge!)
Lily Frost: I like my elf lords. Be them old or young! As long as they are not Gandalf or Saruman-like, the speedo competition can take place.... *Gandalf frowns in dismay* But I still love you Gandy!!! Thanks for the words of encouragement.... But I think that three months is long enough of a wait.... X_X; but coffee gooooooood!!! XD
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See you in chapter 5!!!
Since I am stuck using notepad, the spacing is gonna suck. That was a warning.
For disclaimers and such, please refer to past chapters. I do not feel like repeating myself like a broken record. On and and on and on and - *smacks self* I am fine.
I would like to thank all my readers for their patience (and impatience in some cases *smiles*). This chapter, nay, this whole story is dedicated to you.
Also, I am on the favorites list of two people!! *waves to Astariel and G. D. Gauss* THANK YOU!!! *sniff* You like me! You really, really like me!!! *gives you chocolate covered elf-lords and humans*
I would have to say that the last chapter received the best responses. And it is not just because it took me MONTHS to update. I had lots of reviews hours after I first posted it.... *tickled pink* So, I'm really sorry for not updating sooner!!
The reasons for the delay between this chapter and the last are many. Some are valid, others are lame. Here are the three main reasons:
1) My faithful little laptop, usagi-chan, came down with a lingering illness and then died tragically a few weeks ago. I was therefore forced to use my parents' pathetic excuse for a computer (an 11 year old piece of orc dung). By the time I was able to afford a new computer, it was near the end of February... His name is Legolas and he is super fast and sexay. My precioussssss.... Sadly, this chapter will probably be littered with typos as I have no writing program yet and, therefore, no spellchecker... Hurr.
2) This year, I have not had the greatest of winters. It seems that I am doomed to suffer through one illness after another. (I already suffer from migraines and chronic headaches x_x;) A few weeks ago, I got a nassssty flu and then, still weak from the flu, a lingering cold. As my health is now improving, the inspiration to continue has come to me!!
3) The lack of alone time and spare time!! Whenever I would try to settle down and write, people would choose that exact moment to call or seek me out and bug the living hurr out of me. So, right now, I have locked myself into my bedroom with Legolas (the computer and the muse) and am determined to write, write, write.
So, in short (for this is already long), I bend to the will of my readers. So, if any of you out there are still with me, give me a HELL YEAH! *hears crickets* Dang.
Here is chapter 4.
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The King's New Clothes
Chapter 4: Of Healing and Espionage Techniques
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Time was of the utmost essence for Elrond. He knew that he had to get to work quickly if he were to save the young prince's life. He hastily prepared a draught to help ease the prince's pain and to help him sleep. He administered the postion by placing the prince on his side, mindful of the wound, and carefully poured the liquid down his throat.
There had been many moans, sobs and cries of pain, but once he got Aragorn to calm down, he was then able to get to work on saving Legolas' lovely wounded posterior.
"Estel.... Hand me that cloth and the sterilized knife. We must get this arrow out of him as soon as possible. I only hope that the draught we gave him will have taken full effect by now...."
Aragorn did as he was told. After all, no one dared to cross the dark-haired Elf Lord when he was in "healer mode".
"Estel? I have but one question for you...." began Elrond as he cut and removed Legolas' bloodied leggings.
"Y-Yes, ada?" replied Aragorn. He was feeling very much like a child about to be reprimanded by a parent for something stupid he had done. [Daddy]
"I have taught you the healing arts, yes?" queried Elrond, looking in the direction of his foster son. Aragorn merely nodded 'yes' in reply. "You have used these skills often in your travels as the leader of the Dúnedain?" Another nod.
Elrond set down the knife and looked Aragorn in the eye. Then, quite calmly, he placed his hands on his hips.
"Then tell me why, my son, if I have taught you these skills, and you know them well, had you not attempted to remove this poisoned arrow out of your lover's behind BEFORE entering my home in a panic, knocking my sons over thus earning their wrath, disturbing me in my search for the *perfect* raiment to outshine that hussy Celeborn, AND causing further pain and discomfort to the Prince of Mirkwood thus ensuring his father, King "I'll-get-you-Elrond-and-your-little-adopted-human-son-too" Thranduil's rath? Hmmm?"
At first, Elrond spoke calmly but as he continued, the words began to fly faster and faster out of his mouth.... Quite a talent really.
Aragorn just stood there, mouth agape, trying to find something, anything, that he could say to excuse the "situational memory lapse" that he had suffered when his lover had been struck with the arrow.
"I-I love you, ada?"
Elrond smacked himself in the forehead (a/n: now we know where Elladan gets this little personality quirk) and then winced in pain. He felt a migraine coming on.
::Do Elves get migraines?:: He thought in dismay.
So, ignoring his foster son's stupidity, for now anyway, he swiftly went back to work on the fallen prince's wound.
::At least I can try to make sure that there is no scarring. Thranduil would really have my posterior for a crown then! :: Thought the Lord of Imladris, frowning and furrowing his brow in concentration.
The wounded prince in question just snored daintily in his drug-enduced slumber.
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Meanwhile, outside the room where Elrond and Aragorn worked frantically on the prince's "grievous" wound, many servants and random elves had gathered to hold vigil.
Flowers were lain, candles were lit and prayers were told to any and all Valar that were listening as all present tried to comfort one another in their shared worry for the fair prince of Mirkwood's health.
"Do you t-think...?" began one emotional blond servant, ringing her hands in her apron.
"No. He is well! The Lord is working on him now! We all know what our Lord Elrond can do! He will save him... Have faith!" Assured a tall male elf, trying to assure all present. His shaking hands betraying the confidence he was trying to voice.
"What should we do? We cannot stand here and just wait to hear of the prince's demise.... Is there anything productive we can do for him? Anything at all?" began another male as he supported another female by the waist.
"I know!" began another male excitedly. "We can have a wake!!"
All present stared at him in confusion.
"Whatever do you mean?" asked a dark haired she-elf.
"You know, a wake!" When he saw the looks of confusion on the faces of those present, he continued. "Like they have in Rohan when someone is ill or has passed to the Halls of Mandos!"
"You mean, we all gather in a big hall, get drunk, play loud music, sing and tell stories until the next day and/or we all pass out?" asked another elf.
"Exactly."
All were preparing to leave for the main hall when they heard a noble voice.
"What is going on around here?" asked a very muddied blond Elf-Lord.
"Lord Glorfindel!" gasped the crowd in surprise and awe.
"My L-Lord..." said the leader of the group. "What has happened to you?"
Glorfindel frowned in dismay as he pinched and examined the dirtied robe he sported. "You mean this? I happened to enter the chambers of a very, er, 'distressed' Evenstar...."
All present nodded their understanding. Their ears still rung from the screams that had echoed in the fair halls but moments before.
One thing must be said about Glorfindel: he is a sucker for a good crowd. He craves attention and is most at ease in the presence of many. Being the second in command of the elven haven, he was not the elf with the most prestige. So, when Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower, had the opportunity to shine, he did so. And with much gusto and flair.
Seeing many elves gathered in one place, "Glorfindel, the pissed-off at having mud flung at him" became "Glorfindel, the trying to be humble as the center of attention".
He smiled to himself and continued his story.
"Apparently, none had been present at her, well, presentation this morning..." said the blond eldar as he waved a majestic hand in the air. "I had been out riding and lost track of the time. When I arrived, I went up to her chambers to make my apologies, as any smart elf would. But, when I knocked and no-one answered, I figured that the Lady must have cornered some poor maid. So, I entered with the intention to save the poor female, as any noble warrior would...." He paused for emphasis as many females in the room sighed dreamily.
He continued. "What I saw when I entered her rooms, to my great dismay and, in a way, relief, was not a distressed she-elf in need of aid, but rather this mass of mud in front of many mirrors. When I recognised the mud pile to be our Lady, I tried not to laugh but, we all know that I love a good joke as much as the next elf." He paused and chuckled softly. All present did the same. "She then proceeded to fling mud at me and insisted that I leave her chambers post-haste. And here I am, on my way to my rooms to change out of my muddied garments when I heard this commotion. Now, tell me, what have I missed since my morning excursion on Asfaloth?"
All the females in the room began to cry while the men hung their heads in sorrow.
"What did I say?" asked a very confused Glorfindel.
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Once he had received his answer, he dispersed the crowd (who went off to have their wake) and, having exchanged his dirty robe for a fresh one, entered the room where Elrond was finishing healing Legolas.
"Is the prince well? I heard he had received a mortal wound while out with Estel..." querried Glorfindel, a frown of worry on his fair face.
"Glorfindel!" excitedly began Elrond. But remembering that Estel was still in the room, he regained his composure and cleared his throat. "Lord Glorfindel. The Prince will be well. I have tended to his wound and I think it will heal nicely. All he needs is rest and time to get over the heavy sedative we gave him."
Aragorn took Legolas's hand and pressed his chapped lips to them in a tender kiss. "Thank Elbereth...."
He then turned and spoke softly to Elrond. "Ada? How did you know that Legolas and I were lovers?"
"Estel...." began the dark-haired elf-lord. "Everyone in Imladris, nay, all of Middle-Earth know of your relationship with the young prince...."
"Except Arwen. She chooses not to believe it." said the fair-haired Elf-Lord.
Aragorn then blushed ten shades of red. "Why did no one tell us?"
"Because...." replied Glorfindel. "It was so much fun seeing you two running around and trying to be discreet!"
The two Elf-Lords then laughed as Aragorn legs let go and he hit the ground.
"When one wants everyone to know something in Imladris...." began Elrond.
"....One just has to keep it a secret." continued Glorfindel.
Elrond helped Aragorn to his feet.
"Come, my son. It is time for you to get cleaned up for dinner. I am sure that you are hungry and weary from the day's excitement. Legolas will be fine. He will be out for a few more hours. And even when he comes to, I do not think he will be very good company."
"Why do you say that, ada?" asked Aragorn.
"Do you remember the last time we gave him a draught? He was angry for days!" said a laughing Glorfindel.
"Come Estel. We will lead you to your rooms...." said Elrond as he guided his foster son out of the room.
"Say, Elro- er, I mean, Lord Elrond?" began Glorfindel. "How did the young prince get wounded and how serious was it?"
Elrond smiled and mouthed the words 'I will tell you later' before leading the trio out of the room.
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Once the trio was out of the room, the doors to the terrace flung open and two shadowy figures entered the dimly lit room.
"Are you sure we should be here? I heard from the servants that Legolas is not well.... That he and Estel were attacked by an army of Uruk-hai and that Legolas is on his way to the Halls of Mandos...." began one of the figures.
"Do you always listen to idle servant gossip? I heard that he got an arrow in the butt and that he will heal soon. Do you want revenge or not?" said the other figure.
The figures stepped out of the shadows. They were of the same height and build and were sporting rather odd outfits.
They were both dressed in black from head to foot with black silk scarves covering all their fair faces but their eyes that shone with malicious intent. They also sported cloaks that danced in the breeze that blew from the open terrace doors.
"I am not the one seeking revenge, dearest brother. Estel got honey in your hair, not mine...." said Elrohir, almost tripping over his long cloak. "Why are we dressed like this anyway?"
"We are trying to be discreet and mysterious. If we blend into our surroundings, we will not be found out. We need to use the utmost caution and stealth if we are to extract our revenge." said Elladan, laughing evily.
"So.... We are pretending to be spies!" said an over-excited Elrohir. "I do love it when we play dress-up spies!"
Elladan placed a hand over where he thought lay his twin's mouth. He instead covered his nose. "Shhhh! Do not wake the prince!"
"Ohhh!" began Elrohir. "Right! Spies are quiet and all secretive-like! Can we have code-names?"
Elladan rolled his eyes. "Sure." he began. ::Anything to shut you up....::
"YAY! My code-name will be...." Elrohir paused to think for a moment. "Elladan!" he said as he clapped his hands in glee.
Elladan smacked himself in the forehead. He knew this would be a looooooooong night.
Legolas then began to shift in his bed. Elladan, having found the right location of his brother's mouth, covered it and held his own breath in anticipation.
"Not the beard!!!" softly cried Legolas before he began to snore prettily.
Elladan let out a sigh of relief. "He was just dreaming...."
Elrohir then fell to the floor. Elladan's grip on his mouth and nose had cut off his breathing and he had fainted from the lack of oxygen.
"Crap." said the elder twins as he fanned his younger identical brother.
::This might not be as easy as I had originally thought.::
TBC....
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Personal Thanks: (This section is gonna be huuuuge!)
Lily Frost: I like my elf lords. Be them old or young! As long as they are not Gandalf or Saruman-like, the speedo competition can take place.... *Gandalf frowns in dismay* But I still love you Gandy!!! Thanks for the words of encouragement.... But I think that three months is long enough of a wait.... X_X; but coffee gooooooood!!! XD
Ithildin: I know.... I am soooo Sauron bait. LOL Thanks for the review!!!
Faye: LAURIE-CHAN!! *glomps* I dunno many peeps that like movie Arwen. But then again, it could be because that Liv Tyler is an airhead. Beautiful, but an airhead. Plus, the movie is about hot menz. Not elf-chicks that steal hot elf-lords horses and steals screen time with another's lover.... Aragorn/Legolas forever! Arwen never! LOL Peeps! Read her story!! Very gooood!!! *hugs* Thanks for the review hunny!
Princess ArWen of sMirwood: Yes.... Elrond will indeed have had to touch the perfect posterior. His hands would have lingered had Aragorn not threatened to kill him if he tried anything.... LOL I always thought that there was jealousy between the Elf Lords.... And the competiton shall be fierce this time around!!! Thanks for your review and I am glad that you are enjoying the story!
Astariel: First, thank you for adding me to your favorites list.... *blushes* I will make you proud!!! Thank you for your praise. I will try my best to make this a great fic just for you!
Kapaali: Hee hee! I was not even going to keep those bits in! I am glad that you liked them! Should I go into detail about the "shrinking towel" prank? LOL Thanks for your review!
Emma the Lame: You managed to finish your story before I even updated! How sad am I? Heheheh! It is Ok that you did not review the second chapter.... I did not review all of yours either! Bad Sly! Sorry to have made you wait so long... But I hope it was worth the wait!!! *hugs her Emma*
LittleSpacedemon: Hee hee! I am glad that you still find my fic funny! I like your reviews!! They are encouraging.... Arwen irked me in the movie. So I made fun of her here. just some mindless fun! Hee hee! Thanks for the review!
The dancing Hikaru!!!(aka Jenny-fer): PUUUUUUU!!! I love your name!! Cute! I felt free to write more! *giggles* Feel free to review!!! LOL Thanks!! ;p
kumo tires: Hehehh! Legolas will not hear the end of this at all.... Wait until his family learns of this. *sniggers* I am evil, aren't I? *laughs evily but then begins to cough* Dang. Anyway, I will finish this story. And the twins.... They are fun aren't they? *giggles* Thanks for the review!!!
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Ahhh! It feels so good to update! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter. I assure you all that I will continue this story until the end.... And if you really like it, there could possibly be a sequel. Tell me what you think, OK? So anyway, Merry *belated* XMAS and Pippin New Year! I mean Happy New Year. Yeah.
See you in chapter 5!!!