But first, of course, the two Elvish maidens had to drop off the two little
Hobbitses at their fancy, shmancy Elvish house.
Ascafen took Pippin's hand and led him inside like a kindergartner. Pippin didn't mind. Nev was having a bit more trouble with Merry.
"Come on!" she tugged with all her might on the ropes that bound his hands.
"No!" Merry replied through clenched teeth and digged his big Hobbit heels into the ground outside the front entrance.
So while Ascafen was cooing over Pippin, Nev was putting up with a great struggle. Legolas the fair Elf saw that Nev was having trouble and rushed over to her aid.
"May I help you?" he did a little bow. Nev didn't really notice his politeness.
"Yeah!" she glared at Merry. "He's being difficult!" she stomped her foot and folded her arms.
"I will talk to him." Legolas stepped forward. He had a dangerous look on his face towards Merry. Nev stepped aside inspecting her dress, I mean, they were out in the forest...it could've gotten dirty or something.
"No!" Merry also stomped his foot.
"Listen to me," Legolas crouched down to be on Merry's level and looked around cautiously. "What would you rather do? Go through a forest with no where to rest, nothing to eat, nothing to keep you warm with..." at this point Merry was beginning to look a little afraid. "You can stay with these two crazy ladies.who will," he held up his hand and counted off the things, "feed you, clothe you and wait on you hand and foot?!"
Ascafen finally noticed this show wasn't even past its prelude yet and she marched over to the front entrance.
"Oh, for pete's sake!" she pushed Legolas out of the way.
"Who's Pete?" Merry asked, his little Hobbit face very confused.
"There's an apple pie cooling on the window sill right there.." She pointed inside.
"Pie?!" Merry's eyes went their widest. "Why didn't you say so?!" he flew inside, nearly knocking Legolas off balance.
"Reverse psychology is the greatest." Ascafen said to Nev as they locked the door.
"Totally." Nev nodded in agreement.
"Women!" Eomer and Aragorn demanded. "Are the Hobbits the only ones that are going to get fed?!"
"They are so rude." Nev whispered to Ascafen.
"I know." Ascafen rolled her eyes and folded her arms. "Just bear with it..."
"Well..." Nev smiled sweetly at them. "Of course not!"
"Jolly good." Eomer exclaimed.
"For we are the real men here." Aragorn added as he lazed out on the satiny elven couch while polishing his sword.
"I am this close to-" Ascafen muttered to Nev who silenced her.
"Yes! You're right! You ARE the real men here." Nev sweetly smiled again and walked over to their Elvish kitchen that was adjoined to their Elvish lounge by a bar table.
Legolas sulked. "What about me!!!" he flicked Nev and Ascafen a glance.
"What about you?" Ascafen looked puzzled as she mixed a tomato salad.
"But you're not a man." Nev pointed out. "You're an elf...and what an elf!"
Legolas cheered up a bit by this but not completely. Eomer and Aragorn exchanged a manly handshake.
"The food is on the table!" Ascafen called as she opened their wardrobe with a very pretty, carved, wooden door and taking out two cloaks. A dark blue one for herself and a light blue one for Nev and handed it to her.
"On the table?!" Eomer wailed as he patted his stomach.
"Bring it here!!" Aragorn commanded.
Suddenly Ascafen's expression clouded over and became stormy. Nev put her slender elvish hand on Ascafen's arm to restrain her but Ascafen just shook it off and proceeded to walk over to the beautiful wooden dining table.
Pippin and Merry watched and cowered from a corner, with apple pie stains over their faces and Merry was slowly licking the plate. Legolas sensed trouble was brewing and also looked up. He had been previously staring out the window.
Nev rolled her eyes, she could guess what was about to go down and tapped her foot in impatience. She glanced outside at the sun. They were already running late for their final capture.
Ascafen picked up two delicate bowls, which contained a tomato salad and an egg salad and walked over to Eomer and Aragorn.
"Thanks." Aragorn stretched out his hands to take one of the bowls. Instead Ascafen dumped it on his head. Pieces of tomato slid over Aragorn's face and plopped down on the floor.
Eomer doubled over laughing and pointing at Aragorn. At this Ascafen handed the other bowl to Nev who then tipped the contents over Eomer's lush blond hair. The laughter abruptly stopped.
Ascafen and Nev both raised an eyebrow in a Don't-Even-Think-of-Messing- With-Us way. The silence was as thick as the egg salad now dribbling over Eomer's beard. And then a hysterical laugh rang throughout the room. It was Legolas who was now standing, bending over, laughing, laughing, coughing for air, lauhing...etc. Pippin and Merry giggled from the corner and began to fight over the apple pie plate.
Aragorn and Eomer were confused and fuming with anger at the same time. After getting the dishes off their heads they dragged Legolas out into the fenced yard and began to pound their fists into their hands.
At the same time Nev and Ascafen had locked the door, mounted their horses and were riding away to find Frodo and Sam.
Ascafen took Pippin's hand and led him inside like a kindergartner. Pippin didn't mind. Nev was having a bit more trouble with Merry.
"Come on!" she tugged with all her might on the ropes that bound his hands.
"No!" Merry replied through clenched teeth and digged his big Hobbit heels into the ground outside the front entrance.
So while Ascafen was cooing over Pippin, Nev was putting up with a great struggle. Legolas the fair Elf saw that Nev was having trouble and rushed over to her aid.
"May I help you?" he did a little bow. Nev didn't really notice his politeness.
"Yeah!" she glared at Merry. "He's being difficult!" she stomped her foot and folded her arms.
"I will talk to him." Legolas stepped forward. He had a dangerous look on his face towards Merry. Nev stepped aside inspecting her dress, I mean, they were out in the forest...it could've gotten dirty or something.
"No!" Merry also stomped his foot.
"Listen to me," Legolas crouched down to be on Merry's level and looked around cautiously. "What would you rather do? Go through a forest with no where to rest, nothing to eat, nothing to keep you warm with..." at this point Merry was beginning to look a little afraid. "You can stay with these two crazy ladies.who will," he held up his hand and counted off the things, "feed you, clothe you and wait on you hand and foot?!"
Ascafen finally noticed this show wasn't even past its prelude yet and she marched over to the front entrance.
"Oh, for pete's sake!" she pushed Legolas out of the way.
"Who's Pete?" Merry asked, his little Hobbit face very confused.
"There's an apple pie cooling on the window sill right there.." She pointed inside.
"Pie?!" Merry's eyes went their widest. "Why didn't you say so?!" he flew inside, nearly knocking Legolas off balance.
"Reverse psychology is the greatest." Ascafen said to Nev as they locked the door.
"Totally." Nev nodded in agreement.
"Women!" Eomer and Aragorn demanded. "Are the Hobbits the only ones that are going to get fed?!"
"They are so rude." Nev whispered to Ascafen.
"I know." Ascafen rolled her eyes and folded her arms. "Just bear with it..."
"Well..." Nev smiled sweetly at them. "Of course not!"
"Jolly good." Eomer exclaimed.
"For we are the real men here." Aragorn added as he lazed out on the satiny elven couch while polishing his sword.
"I am this close to-" Ascafen muttered to Nev who silenced her.
"Yes! You're right! You ARE the real men here." Nev sweetly smiled again and walked over to their Elvish kitchen that was adjoined to their Elvish lounge by a bar table.
Legolas sulked. "What about me!!!" he flicked Nev and Ascafen a glance.
"What about you?" Ascafen looked puzzled as she mixed a tomato salad.
"But you're not a man." Nev pointed out. "You're an elf...and what an elf!"
Legolas cheered up a bit by this but not completely. Eomer and Aragorn exchanged a manly handshake.
"The food is on the table!" Ascafen called as she opened their wardrobe with a very pretty, carved, wooden door and taking out two cloaks. A dark blue one for herself and a light blue one for Nev and handed it to her.
"On the table?!" Eomer wailed as he patted his stomach.
"Bring it here!!" Aragorn commanded.
Suddenly Ascafen's expression clouded over and became stormy. Nev put her slender elvish hand on Ascafen's arm to restrain her but Ascafen just shook it off and proceeded to walk over to the beautiful wooden dining table.
Pippin and Merry watched and cowered from a corner, with apple pie stains over their faces and Merry was slowly licking the plate. Legolas sensed trouble was brewing and also looked up. He had been previously staring out the window.
Nev rolled her eyes, she could guess what was about to go down and tapped her foot in impatience. She glanced outside at the sun. They were already running late for their final capture.
Ascafen picked up two delicate bowls, which contained a tomato salad and an egg salad and walked over to Eomer and Aragorn.
"Thanks." Aragorn stretched out his hands to take one of the bowls. Instead Ascafen dumped it on his head. Pieces of tomato slid over Aragorn's face and plopped down on the floor.
Eomer doubled over laughing and pointing at Aragorn. At this Ascafen handed the other bowl to Nev who then tipped the contents over Eomer's lush blond hair. The laughter abruptly stopped.
Ascafen and Nev both raised an eyebrow in a Don't-Even-Think-of-Messing- With-Us way. The silence was as thick as the egg salad now dribbling over Eomer's beard. And then a hysterical laugh rang throughout the room. It was Legolas who was now standing, bending over, laughing, laughing, coughing for air, lauhing...etc. Pippin and Merry giggled from the corner and began to fight over the apple pie plate.
Aragorn and Eomer were confused and fuming with anger at the same time. After getting the dishes off their heads they dragged Legolas out into the fenced yard and began to pound their fists into their hands.
At the same time Nev and Ascafen had locked the door, mounted their horses and were riding away to find Frodo and Sam.