*Hi everybody! Like I promised, here's the third to last chapter! Yes, I
know, this fics has been a wonderful ride, but hey, don't worry, I have a
sequel in the works!
*Which brings us to the matter of voting: pick one of the following choices: * 1, a short, angsty fic about Celebrian's leaving and how Deidre deals with it (warning: I'm not good at writing angst, but I'll try). * 2, a short fic about a small adventure when Deidre decides to explore Rohan a bit, about 15 years before the WR (and ends up meeting Eomer & Eowyn, but I don't really have a plot for this, just an idea that covers the first three chapters, and no real idea after that). * 3, just skip those and head straight to Firestar (Deidre's adventures during the WR, MAJOR Legolas/Deidre romance), which I am kinda leaning towards for sake of I actually have a set-out plot and objectives, as well as the fact that I'm itching to write the Kate & Leopold-esque scene about ten chapters in (a bit racy, but if you've ever seen Kate & Leopold, there's this one part I think would really be cool to put in, albeit with a Middle-Earth twist.)
*Just put your vote in your review, and don't worry, I'm doing
Firestar no matter what.
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"LEGOLAS!!!!!!!!!!!" Thranduil's voice thundered through the palace. "COME HERE THIS INSTANT! TAVOR, BRETHIL AND DEIDRE, TOO!!!!!!!!"
Legolas gulped. This could not be good at all. He hoped that Brethil wouldn't get Brethilitis again, and he hoped most of all that Deidre would be okay once his father was through with them.
The aforementioned four elves dashed into the throne room where Thranduil sat. "Legolas," Tanglinna drawled calmly, " Your father wishes to know why Elladan and Elrohir of Imladris are suspended eight feet in the air by spider silk, and wrapped up in cocoons of the same material."
Uh-oh. Tanglinna was calm. That was never good. Just as Legolas was trying to fumble for an explanation, Deidre stepped in to defend him.
"King Thranduil," Deidre began. "First of all, do not blame Legolas and his friends for what happened to my cousins. If anyone, it is I who should take the blame, for it was entirely my idea. I was merely getting revenge on Elladan and Elrohir for dyeing my hair acid green when we were back in Imladris, and asked Legolas to aid me in my vengeance. It was I who approached him about the subject, I who devised the plan, and I who orchestrated the carrying out of said plan. Therefore, I am to blame, not Legolas, Tavor, and Brethil, who were only pawns in the chess game of my revenge."
Thranduil looked taken aback. He looked like he was confused over what to say next. Finally, he spoke. "I applaud your honesty, Lady Deidre, and I see that your revenge was justified. After all, having one's hair dyed acid green would be horrible for anyone, and the punishment you thought up for the twins was very clever, to say the least. But in the future, please try to keep your revenge, comical as it may be, out of Mirkwood's halls and back in Imladris, understood?"
"Of course, sir. But I don't have to cut them down now, do I?"
Thranduil looked amused at the pouting, pleading look Deidre had on her face. "Oh, all right. But you will have to cut them down sometime."
"I will, King Thranduil, once I'm finished laughing at how stupid they look like that, I'll cut them down."
"Good. Your four may leave now."
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*Yipee! Two chapters in one day! My muse is working overtime! Who knows, this fic might be finished by the time I go off to camp! Then I'll have the whole week to brainstorm plot ideas!
*Which brings us to the matter of voting: pick one of the following choices: * 1, a short, angsty fic about Celebrian's leaving and how Deidre deals with it (warning: I'm not good at writing angst, but I'll try). * 2, a short fic about a small adventure when Deidre decides to explore Rohan a bit, about 15 years before the WR (and ends up meeting Eomer & Eowyn, but I don't really have a plot for this, just an idea that covers the first three chapters, and no real idea after that). * 3, just skip those and head straight to Firestar (Deidre's adventures during the WR, MAJOR Legolas/Deidre romance), which I am kinda leaning towards for sake of I actually have a set-out plot and objectives, as well as the fact that I'm itching to write the Kate & Leopold-esque scene about ten chapters in (a bit racy, but if you've ever seen Kate & Leopold, there's this one part I think would really be cool to put in, albeit with a Middle-Earth twist.)
*Just put your vote in your review, and don't worry, I'm doing
Firestar no matter what.
**************************************************************************** ********************************************************************
"LEGOLAS!!!!!!!!!!!" Thranduil's voice thundered through the palace. "COME HERE THIS INSTANT! TAVOR, BRETHIL AND DEIDRE, TOO!!!!!!!!"
Legolas gulped. This could not be good at all. He hoped that Brethil wouldn't get Brethilitis again, and he hoped most of all that Deidre would be okay once his father was through with them.
The aforementioned four elves dashed into the throne room where Thranduil sat. "Legolas," Tanglinna drawled calmly, " Your father wishes to know why Elladan and Elrohir of Imladris are suspended eight feet in the air by spider silk, and wrapped up in cocoons of the same material."
Uh-oh. Tanglinna was calm. That was never good. Just as Legolas was trying to fumble for an explanation, Deidre stepped in to defend him.
"King Thranduil," Deidre began. "First of all, do not blame Legolas and his friends for what happened to my cousins. If anyone, it is I who should take the blame, for it was entirely my idea. I was merely getting revenge on Elladan and Elrohir for dyeing my hair acid green when we were back in Imladris, and asked Legolas to aid me in my vengeance. It was I who approached him about the subject, I who devised the plan, and I who orchestrated the carrying out of said plan. Therefore, I am to blame, not Legolas, Tavor, and Brethil, who were only pawns in the chess game of my revenge."
Thranduil looked taken aback. He looked like he was confused over what to say next. Finally, he spoke. "I applaud your honesty, Lady Deidre, and I see that your revenge was justified. After all, having one's hair dyed acid green would be horrible for anyone, and the punishment you thought up for the twins was very clever, to say the least. But in the future, please try to keep your revenge, comical as it may be, out of Mirkwood's halls and back in Imladris, understood?"
"Of course, sir. But I don't have to cut them down now, do I?"
Thranduil looked amused at the pouting, pleading look Deidre had on her face. "Oh, all right. But you will have to cut them down sometime."
"I will, King Thranduil, once I'm finished laughing at how stupid they look like that, I'll cut them down."
"Good. Your four may leave now."
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*Yipee! Two chapters in one day! My muse is working overtime! Who knows, this fic might be finished by the time I go off to camp! Then I'll have the whole week to brainstorm plot ideas!
