Elrond's mind played a curse over and over in his head as slowly regained consciousness. His face was buried in the carpet, making breathing difficult, and, if it was possible, he felt...smaller in a way. He moved one of his hands, but it didn't go far before touching something --perhaps a bookshelf, he thought.
He moved his other hand, but it met with another thing blocking his path. There was one in front of him as well. He groaned and tried to push himself up from the floor, but something was laying on top of him, weighing him down.
Surprise was soon replaced by an alien, shameful claustrophobic panic. He was trapped and something wouldn't let him up. He was trapped. Oh, Elbereth, he was trapped!
Elrond's eyes opened wide and he tried, with little success to calm down. He breathing quickened. Closing his eyes, he once again put his hands under him and pushed up with all the strength in him, but was rewarded with a stretched pain that coursed through his arms. Why was he so weak? Why did he feel so frightened? And *why* did the carpet smell like cinnamon?
The mental image of a young, dark-haired woman dropping a small bottle of liquid on herself and a small rug, located in a room of tile and flowered walls appeared in his mind. Even stranger was the fact that it was *funny*.
Elrond had little time to think what about what it meant because a feminine giggle distracted him.
'What in the world...?' he thought.
The object on top of him shifted and groaned softly.
'Oh, Elbereth, I'm going to die!' his mind wailed.
Why was he acting so childish? What in the name of all that was pure and good was GOING ON!?
'Like, totally stupid surfer dudes!'
Another giggle was heard.
'Where did *that* thought come from? And who *was* that?' thought Elrond. '...Totally stupid surfer dudes? What are "surfer dudes"? They must be chocolate-coated pink fishies! ...I fear that I am losing my mind...'
Another giggle.
Elrond smiled for no apparent reason, finally becoming aware of the giddy energy that was sweeping through him. He giggled.
Eyes becoming wide, Elrond realized that the giggles had come from *him*! He was...giggling... Was he...no...he had not consumed any wine earlier...but then how...?
The weight on top of him shifted, moaning, and he yelped. A very un-lordly yelp...which turned into a high-pitched scream when the weight again moved. The scream ended abruptly as his was shoved into the carpet once more. And...*men* did not scream like that...nor did Elrond *at all* for that matter...
*
Mel groaned and placed a hand on her forehead. Her palm met tepid pieces of weaving metal and confusion replaced the dulling pain in her head.
'What in the world...?'
She placed her finger on the pieces of metal and slowly slid them down until they were on bare flesh again. Sliding her fingers under a them, she slowly pulled it off, lifting her head once she realized that it went all around her head, explaining the odd lump that she had only partly noticed when waking.
She opened her eyes and saw, with no longer blurry vision, a really *shiny* silver circlet that somehow seemed familiar...
"Elrond!" someone exclaimed from above her.
She gave a startled cry and tried to stand up, dropping the circlet. Unfortunately, she was wearing not her hip-huggers and tank-top, but a *dress*. The new garb made her stumble when she tried to stand and spin around to face the owner of the voice, fall once again to the floor with a frightened squeak (the somehow strange sound making her want to laugh), and land on her rear.
"Elrond! Elrond, are you all right?" asked the voice.
"Elrond...?" asked Mel, with slightly dazed and confused tones. She was looking down at her dress--no *robes*, she realized, with surprise, hardly paying attention to the person talking to her. "Why are you calling my...Elrond?"
"Is that not your name, my friend?"
Mel finally looked up at the speaker. It was a man, tall, golden-haired and drop-dead gorgeous. Those three things were the only things Mel really *ever* paid attention to really. He was also holding a cup of water in his right hand.
'Glorfindel,' her mind said, though the name was foreign to her. What the heck was a Glorfy-indel?
"Am I in Heaven?" she asked. With a start, she heard the difference in her voice. It was deeper, more masculine with a trace of an accent.
"Eh...no, Elrond, you are not," said the blonde man--Glorfy-indel.
'God, he's hot...'
"Then why am I seeing someone as hot as you standing in front of me, why am I wearing a weird halo-thing, and *why* am I wearing a dress?" Mel frowned at her accent.
"Pardon me?" said Glorfy-indel.
"You are hot. Cute. Cuter than Elrond, actually...way cuter."
"...What?"
"O-o-okay...how about 'drop-dead gorgeous'?"
The blonde grew even more confused.
"You are dashingly handsome. As in 'mmm...handsomeness...'. Or, 'ahhh...handsomeness...'. Or even 'ooooh! Gosh he's hot--er, handsome!'. Whichever you prefer."
"Eh...thank you, Elrond," replied Glorfy-indel, looking at her with concern. "Listen, Peredhil," he said finally, "I believe that you may have hit your head a little harder than I had first suspected, for you are talking strangely and it is very...bothersome. Maybe you should lie down for a bit?" he suggested, raising and eyebrow.
"Why in the world would I--well, now that I think about it, I *am* a little tired...where is my giddy sugar-high energy?"
"Of that, I know naught," sighed Glorfy-indel.
With that Glorfindel left Mel standing there, contemplating for a few seconds how she got here and why there was a Hotness #3 in her house.
After a moment, Mel turned to leave and caught her reflection in the mirror.
"Oh. My. God."
*
"Haldir, Haldir!" cried a voice above Kate.
"Haldir, are you all right?" asked another voice.
"Of course he is not all right, Orophin!" yelled the other voice.
"Well, how do *you* know, Rùmil? He might have just stood up too fast," said the voice called Orophin.
"You are not very wise if you believe something as idiotic as that," said the one called Rùmil.
"And you are just plain stupid, brother."
"I advise you watch what you say to me, Orophin, lest something bad should happen to you."
"Was that a *threat*?"
"...Oh, it *might* have been."
"I see..."
"I am afraid to ask what you mean by that."
"That is because you are a little girl, Rùmil."
"And now I am going to kill you."
"I doubt that, my brother."
"That is because your brain is the size of a walnut."
"And yours the size of a grain of rice."
"Yes, well mine actually *works*."
"Not very well, if you think that I can cheat at Go FISH," snorted Orophin.
"Well, you were!"
"You are an idiot."
"You are a fool."
"You are a girl."
"You are a hag."
"You are a coward."
"You are a lousy bowmen."
"You are a---"
"Will you please SHUT UP!" screamed Kate.
She had opened her eyes when they had first called her Haldir--for what reason, she had no clue--and had watched them, dumbfounded. Only Mel and her had been able to pull of an argument like that.
They were both male, both blonde, and both exceedingly annoying. They now stared at her owlishly with their blue-grey eyes, their mouths formed in little 'o's of surprise.
"Who *are* you guys?" she asked.
Rùmil and Orophin looked slowly at each other.
"Very funny, Haldir," said Orophin with a glare once he had turned back to her. "Don't frighten us like that!"
"Well, ex-cuuuuuuse me!" she cried. "I didn't *mean* to keel over in a bathroom and wake up to find annoying, prissy jerks in my face, fighting with each other like little BABIES!" Her voice had gradually grown into a scream and the two men were once again staring at her, their eyes wide with fear.
"...Haldir?" whispered Rùmil.
"WHAT!?"
They both covered their ears, wincing, as if she was hurting them.
"Haldir, please don't scream..." pleaded Orophin.
"That is NOT MY NAME! STOP CALLING ME THAT!"
They pressed their hands against their ears harder, and grimaced, recoiling.
"Please, Haldir, please," whimpered Orophin. "Stop screaming..."
Kate sat up, arms crossed and frowning. "I will talk to you quietly if you please explain to me *why* you insist on calling me 'Haldir', when I am plainly not a stupid air-headed bimbo-elf such as him."
Rùmil frowned at this. He knew not what a 'bimbo' was but he knew what an air-head was, and he wasn't pleased to be insulted like that.
"Now, Hal--" he started before Orophin nudged him in the ribs, silencing him. "What do you wish to be called?" he asked instead.
"Kate," said Kate with a scowl. "Because it's my *name*."
"Why do you wished to be called Kate?" asked Rùmil. "It is a name fit for a *female*."
Kate stared at them in disbelief. "Because it my NAME," she replied slowly, as if they were moronic children, which, in her mind, they were.
Orophin frowned, but nodded. "Yes...Kate," he replied, trying not to laugh.
And that's when Kate noticed them. The ears. The *pointed* ears that both of the men had.
'They're Elves!' her mind cried. 'They're stupid, prissy jerk Elves! Like Legolas! And...they called me Haldir... Oh, no... What if I *am* Haldir!?'
It made her eyes widen, the inside of her mouth become dry, and her eyes cross at just the *thought* of being in that Elf's body.
She grabbed for her hair, her *black* hair. No...no! Her hair was *blonde*... She reached back, grasping at an ear, only to find it end in a point...then she looked down at her chest.
"Ugh...!" she cried. "Not only am I a prissy Elf, I'm a *dude*!"
*
Haldir's eyes flew open once he realized he couldn't breath very well and he shot up in fear, the memory of falling fresh on his mind.
There was an 'oof' from beneath him and, with a cry, he jumped up. But the room he had somehow gotten into was small and he quickly fell back down on top of what appeared to be a young woman.
Another, louder 'oof' was heard, and a groan accompanied it.
Haldir, slowly tried to get up, but his attempts were futile, and he finally had to use the woman's back to push himself up, causing another 'oof'.
Haldir took a moment to study his surroundings once he had gained his balance.
The walls were all cover in painted flowers, there was a large white tub with a thick curtain attached to rings on a rod that stretched from one part of the wall to another in front of him, and a sink a little was ahead on his right. He took a step toward it, but stepped on the woman's body making her 'oof' again.
"Would you mind not doing that," groaned the woman.
"Pardon me, milady, but where am I?" asked Haldir.
"Milady? *Milady*?" said the woman with a confused tone, sitting up. Her black hair, probably...decent...at any *regular* time, was tangled and unkempt as if she had just woken up.
'Or it could be my fault...' thought Haldir guiltily.
She turned and stared at him, her blue eyes widening in shock.
"Who are you?" she demanded. "And why do you call me a lady when plainly I am not?"
"...Pardon me?" said Haldir. 'Madness...madness.'
"If anyone is a woman here, it is *you*, milady," said the woman--no, girl. She was a girl. A very *young* girl. And she was mortal. A human. One of the race of Men. Haldir bristled, suspicion coming edging into his mind. How had she gotten into Lothlórien?
"How did you get here?" demanded Haldir with a frown.
"How did *you* get here?" replied the girl.
"You confuse me, child."
"*Child*? I am anything but a *child*, milady."
"I am not a lady and am starting to tire of this little game. Now, explain to me how you have gotten into the woods of Lothlórien without anyone knowing. Speak quickly, or you might suffer dire consequences."
The woman's mouth was set in a thin, angry line. "How dare you speak to me in such a way! And I know naught of what you speak, for I am in Rivendell, my *home*, not Lothlórien."
"Rivendell?"
"Yes."
"No, I fear you are wrong, this is Lothlórien."
"No, I fear that *you* are wrong. This is *Rivendell*."
"It is *Lothlórien*."
"Rivendell."
"Lothlórien."
"Well, wherever we are," said the woman, throwing her hands up in the air, exasperated, "you are a woman, I am a man, we are both bickering over something not worth our time, and I have inhaled much dust and an overpowering cinnamon smell." The last thought was mostly to herself.
'Madness...madness. ...She thinks she's a male?'
"I have a feeling that you are undergoing something that has to do with telling the difference between genders..." said Haldir with concern. "For you are wro---"
"Look!" cried the woman, standing up. "I do not *care* what you think. I am not in my study, I am *not* in Rivendell, Lothlórien, or *wherever*, I am tired, my nose *hurts*, and I have the sudden urge to giggle insanely like a madman!"
"Well, that doesn't help *me*. And...I seem to be having the same problem..." Yes, Haldir now felt the happy blood flowing in his veins. What had caused such a feeling?
The woman growled something, grabbed his shoulder and shoved him toward the curiously shaped mirror hanging on the wall.
"Look," she said. "Look in the mirror. I am a---" she stopped when she saw both of their reflection. Eyes widening, she yelped.
"I am a *woman*!" she cried.
"Yes! You are!" cried Haldir with a certain satisfaction. He then, too, looked into the mirror. "Ai!" he cried. "*I'm* a woman!"
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OH MY GOSH... I am SOOOO sorry for keeping you waiting like that! I had this in here for about a month or two...whenever, but I didn't like it much so...I forgot about it and...gah, please forgive me. Ah...and if you are one of those angsty readers, I found a angsty-and slightly humorous--story by Lorraine1 called Mornie Utulie. Elrond slavery...oh, so good, though. And another one she's done, Alone. Sad. No humor.
Thank you for the reviews, guys! I thrive on them. Not to sound obsessed or anything... Please review! And once again I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: When pigs fly is the day that I'll own Lord of the Rings. Soooo...I don't own it, to put it quite simply.
He moved his other hand, but it met with another thing blocking his path. There was one in front of him as well. He groaned and tried to push himself up from the floor, but something was laying on top of him, weighing him down.
Surprise was soon replaced by an alien, shameful claustrophobic panic. He was trapped and something wouldn't let him up. He was trapped. Oh, Elbereth, he was trapped!
Elrond's eyes opened wide and he tried, with little success to calm down. He breathing quickened. Closing his eyes, he once again put his hands under him and pushed up with all the strength in him, but was rewarded with a stretched pain that coursed through his arms. Why was he so weak? Why did he feel so frightened? And *why* did the carpet smell like cinnamon?
The mental image of a young, dark-haired woman dropping a small bottle of liquid on herself and a small rug, located in a room of tile and flowered walls appeared in his mind. Even stranger was the fact that it was *funny*.
Elrond had little time to think what about what it meant because a feminine giggle distracted him.
'What in the world...?' he thought.
The object on top of him shifted and groaned softly.
'Oh, Elbereth, I'm going to die!' his mind wailed.
Why was he acting so childish? What in the name of all that was pure and good was GOING ON!?
'Like, totally stupid surfer dudes!'
Another giggle was heard.
'Where did *that* thought come from? And who *was* that?' thought Elrond. '...Totally stupid surfer dudes? What are "surfer dudes"? They must be chocolate-coated pink fishies! ...I fear that I am losing my mind...'
Another giggle.
Elrond smiled for no apparent reason, finally becoming aware of the giddy energy that was sweeping through him. He giggled.
Eyes becoming wide, Elrond realized that the giggles had come from *him*! He was...giggling... Was he...no...he had not consumed any wine earlier...but then how...?
The weight on top of him shifted, moaning, and he yelped. A very un-lordly yelp...which turned into a high-pitched scream when the weight again moved. The scream ended abruptly as his was shoved into the carpet once more. And...*men* did not scream like that...nor did Elrond *at all* for that matter...
*
Mel groaned and placed a hand on her forehead. Her palm met tepid pieces of weaving metal and confusion replaced the dulling pain in her head.
'What in the world...?'
She placed her finger on the pieces of metal and slowly slid them down until they were on bare flesh again. Sliding her fingers under a them, she slowly pulled it off, lifting her head once she realized that it went all around her head, explaining the odd lump that she had only partly noticed when waking.
She opened her eyes and saw, with no longer blurry vision, a really *shiny* silver circlet that somehow seemed familiar...
"Elrond!" someone exclaimed from above her.
She gave a startled cry and tried to stand up, dropping the circlet. Unfortunately, she was wearing not her hip-huggers and tank-top, but a *dress*. The new garb made her stumble when she tried to stand and spin around to face the owner of the voice, fall once again to the floor with a frightened squeak (the somehow strange sound making her want to laugh), and land on her rear.
"Elrond! Elrond, are you all right?" asked the voice.
"Elrond...?" asked Mel, with slightly dazed and confused tones. She was looking down at her dress--no *robes*, she realized, with surprise, hardly paying attention to the person talking to her. "Why are you calling my...Elrond?"
"Is that not your name, my friend?"
Mel finally looked up at the speaker. It was a man, tall, golden-haired and drop-dead gorgeous. Those three things were the only things Mel really *ever* paid attention to really. He was also holding a cup of water in his right hand.
'Glorfindel,' her mind said, though the name was foreign to her. What the heck was a Glorfy-indel?
"Am I in Heaven?" she asked. With a start, she heard the difference in her voice. It was deeper, more masculine with a trace of an accent.
"Eh...no, Elrond, you are not," said the blonde man--Glorfy-indel.
'God, he's hot...'
"Then why am I seeing someone as hot as you standing in front of me, why am I wearing a weird halo-thing, and *why* am I wearing a dress?" Mel frowned at her accent.
"Pardon me?" said Glorfy-indel.
"You are hot. Cute. Cuter than Elrond, actually...way cuter."
"...What?"
"O-o-okay...how about 'drop-dead gorgeous'?"
The blonde grew even more confused.
"You are dashingly handsome. As in 'mmm...handsomeness...'. Or, 'ahhh...handsomeness...'. Or even 'ooooh! Gosh he's hot--er, handsome!'. Whichever you prefer."
"Eh...thank you, Elrond," replied Glorfy-indel, looking at her with concern. "Listen, Peredhil," he said finally, "I believe that you may have hit your head a little harder than I had first suspected, for you are talking strangely and it is very...bothersome. Maybe you should lie down for a bit?" he suggested, raising and eyebrow.
"Why in the world would I--well, now that I think about it, I *am* a little tired...where is my giddy sugar-high energy?"
"Of that, I know naught," sighed Glorfy-indel.
With that Glorfindel left Mel standing there, contemplating for a few seconds how she got here and why there was a Hotness #3 in her house.
After a moment, Mel turned to leave and caught her reflection in the mirror.
"Oh. My. God."
*
"Haldir, Haldir!" cried a voice above Kate.
"Haldir, are you all right?" asked another voice.
"Of course he is not all right, Orophin!" yelled the other voice.
"Well, how do *you* know, Rùmil? He might have just stood up too fast," said the voice called Orophin.
"You are not very wise if you believe something as idiotic as that," said the one called Rùmil.
"And you are just plain stupid, brother."
"I advise you watch what you say to me, Orophin, lest something bad should happen to you."
"Was that a *threat*?"
"...Oh, it *might* have been."
"I see..."
"I am afraid to ask what you mean by that."
"That is because you are a little girl, Rùmil."
"And now I am going to kill you."
"I doubt that, my brother."
"That is because your brain is the size of a walnut."
"And yours the size of a grain of rice."
"Yes, well mine actually *works*."
"Not very well, if you think that I can cheat at Go FISH," snorted Orophin.
"Well, you were!"
"You are an idiot."
"You are a fool."
"You are a girl."
"You are a hag."
"You are a coward."
"You are a lousy bowmen."
"You are a---"
"Will you please SHUT UP!" screamed Kate.
She had opened her eyes when they had first called her Haldir--for what reason, she had no clue--and had watched them, dumbfounded. Only Mel and her had been able to pull of an argument like that.
They were both male, both blonde, and both exceedingly annoying. They now stared at her owlishly with their blue-grey eyes, their mouths formed in little 'o's of surprise.
"Who *are* you guys?" she asked.
Rùmil and Orophin looked slowly at each other.
"Very funny, Haldir," said Orophin with a glare once he had turned back to her. "Don't frighten us like that!"
"Well, ex-cuuuuuuse me!" she cried. "I didn't *mean* to keel over in a bathroom and wake up to find annoying, prissy jerks in my face, fighting with each other like little BABIES!" Her voice had gradually grown into a scream and the two men were once again staring at her, their eyes wide with fear.
"...Haldir?" whispered Rùmil.
"WHAT!?"
They both covered their ears, wincing, as if she was hurting them.
"Haldir, please don't scream..." pleaded Orophin.
"That is NOT MY NAME! STOP CALLING ME THAT!"
They pressed their hands against their ears harder, and grimaced, recoiling.
"Please, Haldir, please," whimpered Orophin. "Stop screaming..."
Kate sat up, arms crossed and frowning. "I will talk to you quietly if you please explain to me *why* you insist on calling me 'Haldir', when I am plainly not a stupid air-headed bimbo-elf such as him."
Rùmil frowned at this. He knew not what a 'bimbo' was but he knew what an air-head was, and he wasn't pleased to be insulted like that.
"Now, Hal--" he started before Orophin nudged him in the ribs, silencing him. "What do you wish to be called?" he asked instead.
"Kate," said Kate with a scowl. "Because it's my *name*."
"Why do you wished to be called Kate?" asked Rùmil. "It is a name fit for a *female*."
Kate stared at them in disbelief. "Because it my NAME," she replied slowly, as if they were moronic children, which, in her mind, they were.
Orophin frowned, but nodded. "Yes...Kate," he replied, trying not to laugh.
And that's when Kate noticed them. The ears. The *pointed* ears that both of the men had.
'They're Elves!' her mind cried. 'They're stupid, prissy jerk Elves! Like Legolas! And...they called me Haldir... Oh, no... What if I *am* Haldir!?'
It made her eyes widen, the inside of her mouth become dry, and her eyes cross at just the *thought* of being in that Elf's body.
She grabbed for her hair, her *black* hair. No...no! Her hair was *blonde*... She reached back, grasping at an ear, only to find it end in a point...then she looked down at her chest.
"Ugh...!" she cried. "Not only am I a prissy Elf, I'm a *dude*!"
*
Haldir's eyes flew open once he realized he couldn't breath very well and he shot up in fear, the memory of falling fresh on his mind.
There was an 'oof' from beneath him and, with a cry, he jumped up. But the room he had somehow gotten into was small and he quickly fell back down on top of what appeared to be a young woman.
Another, louder 'oof' was heard, and a groan accompanied it.
Haldir, slowly tried to get up, but his attempts were futile, and he finally had to use the woman's back to push himself up, causing another 'oof'.
Haldir took a moment to study his surroundings once he had gained his balance.
The walls were all cover in painted flowers, there was a large white tub with a thick curtain attached to rings on a rod that stretched from one part of the wall to another in front of him, and a sink a little was ahead on his right. He took a step toward it, but stepped on the woman's body making her 'oof' again.
"Would you mind not doing that," groaned the woman.
"Pardon me, milady, but where am I?" asked Haldir.
"Milady? *Milady*?" said the woman with a confused tone, sitting up. Her black hair, probably...decent...at any *regular* time, was tangled and unkempt as if she had just woken up.
'Or it could be my fault...' thought Haldir guiltily.
She turned and stared at him, her blue eyes widening in shock.
"Who are you?" she demanded. "And why do you call me a lady when plainly I am not?"
"...Pardon me?" said Haldir. 'Madness...madness.'
"If anyone is a woman here, it is *you*, milady," said the woman--no, girl. She was a girl. A very *young* girl. And she was mortal. A human. One of the race of Men. Haldir bristled, suspicion coming edging into his mind. How had she gotten into Lothlórien?
"How did you get here?" demanded Haldir with a frown.
"How did *you* get here?" replied the girl.
"You confuse me, child."
"*Child*? I am anything but a *child*, milady."
"I am not a lady and am starting to tire of this little game. Now, explain to me how you have gotten into the woods of Lothlórien without anyone knowing. Speak quickly, or you might suffer dire consequences."
The woman's mouth was set in a thin, angry line. "How dare you speak to me in such a way! And I know naught of what you speak, for I am in Rivendell, my *home*, not Lothlórien."
"Rivendell?"
"Yes."
"No, I fear you are wrong, this is Lothlórien."
"No, I fear that *you* are wrong. This is *Rivendell*."
"It is *Lothlórien*."
"Rivendell."
"Lothlórien."
"Well, wherever we are," said the woman, throwing her hands up in the air, exasperated, "you are a woman, I am a man, we are both bickering over something not worth our time, and I have inhaled much dust and an overpowering cinnamon smell." The last thought was mostly to herself.
'Madness...madness. ...She thinks she's a male?'
"I have a feeling that you are undergoing something that has to do with telling the difference between genders..." said Haldir with concern. "For you are wro---"
"Look!" cried the woman, standing up. "I do not *care* what you think. I am not in my study, I am *not* in Rivendell, Lothlórien, or *wherever*, I am tired, my nose *hurts*, and I have the sudden urge to giggle insanely like a madman!"
"Well, that doesn't help *me*. And...I seem to be having the same problem..." Yes, Haldir now felt the happy blood flowing in his veins. What had caused such a feeling?
The woman growled something, grabbed his shoulder and shoved him toward the curiously shaped mirror hanging on the wall.
"Look," she said. "Look in the mirror. I am a---" she stopped when she saw both of their reflection. Eyes widening, she yelped.
"I am a *woman*!" she cried.
"Yes! You are!" cried Haldir with a certain satisfaction. He then, too, looked into the mirror. "Ai!" he cried. "*I'm* a woman!"
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OH MY GOSH... I am SOOOO sorry for keeping you waiting like that! I had this in here for about a month or two...whenever, but I didn't like it much so...I forgot about it and...gah, please forgive me. Ah...and if you are one of those angsty readers, I found a angsty-and slightly humorous--story by Lorraine1 called Mornie Utulie. Elrond slavery...oh, so good, though. And another one she's done, Alone. Sad. No humor.
Thank you for the reviews, guys! I thrive on them. Not to sound obsessed or anything... Please review! And once again I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: When pigs fly is the day that I'll own Lord of the Rings. Soooo...I don't own it, to put it quite simply.
