Ifangur and Thranduil arrived in the house later that night, laughing and talking of the times past between themselves.
"Lovely time, if I say so myself," said Ifangur.
"Yes it was. I guess our children have retired early. I did not see them in the town square."
"I should guess so. That sounds like what Legolas would do. He hates being surrounded by so many people."
"You don't say, eh? That is just like my Lirimniel. She begged me not to make her come to her own party!"
"Seriously? Ah, the young will be themselves and there's just no use in changing that," said Thranduil, stepping into the house after Ifangur. He walked painfully right into the back of Ifangur, who had not yet walked completely into the house, nearly sending the both of themselves toppling to the wooden floor.
"Ow," said Thranduil, righting himself. "I apologize. It's just that I thought you were inside and.."
"Hush! You'll wake them! Now come in quietly!" Thranduil being very curious walked in quietly without much effort. What he saw inside made him raise his eyebrows in concern and confusion. Ifangur took to being angry.
"What in Middle Earth?..." he asked of no one.
It had just so happened that when Lirimniel and Legolas had reached the house, the walk combined with the wine had made them very tired. In fact they had been so tired that the two had fallen asleep together on the floor. Strangely, a rag filled with ice was melting into a puddle at Legolas' hand.
"Ifangur, I don't know the meaning of this. My son...why is he sleeping upon the floor with Lirimniel? I think we should wake them." said Thranduil in a wavering voice.
"Of course we should wake them! However, what has been done cannot be undone. I swear, I thought a coming of age party was enough! LIRIMNIEL!! WAKE UP NOW!" Lirimniel awoke with a jerk that sent her elbow flying into Legolas' already injured jaw.
"Ah! What is it Daddy?!" she asked. An 'Ooow!' could be heard from Legolas as he woke also.
"What is the meaning of this, Legolas?" asked Thranduil of his son.
"Father, nothing! You see after the party tired me, Lirimniel wanted to leave and I simply left with her and fell asleep here," he said very groggily.
"Yes, Daddy. Nothing more," explained Lirimniel. She raised her shoulders to shrug of the accident and accidentally placed her hand into the puddle of water coming from the ice and gasped. Legolas started to laugh heartily. Lirimniel laughed also with her very un-ladylike snort-laugh until their noise became quite annoying.
"You slapped me..." said Legolas, remembering why his jaw was so sore and why he was holding a now soppy rag. Lirimniel laughed at him.
"Yes because when I had gotten drunk, I thought you were trying to-"
"Why, you're drunk!" exclained Ifangur.
"Who slapped whom?" asked Thranduil with much interest. The laughter ended and the house was still and quiet for a very long time.
"It has been a long night for us all. Let us sleep now and in the morning this shall be discussed and questioned farther," said Thranduil.
"I agree with that. Lirimniel, to bed now. Your room is waiting with a bed," said Ifangur.
"To bed also, Legolas," said Thranduil. "In a different bedroom..." he added needlessly to the retreating back of his son.
"Lovely time, if I say so myself," said Ifangur.
"Yes it was. I guess our children have retired early. I did not see them in the town square."
"I should guess so. That sounds like what Legolas would do. He hates being surrounded by so many people."
"You don't say, eh? That is just like my Lirimniel. She begged me not to make her come to her own party!"
"Seriously? Ah, the young will be themselves and there's just no use in changing that," said Thranduil, stepping into the house after Ifangur. He walked painfully right into the back of Ifangur, who had not yet walked completely into the house, nearly sending the both of themselves toppling to the wooden floor.
"Ow," said Thranduil, righting himself. "I apologize. It's just that I thought you were inside and.."
"Hush! You'll wake them! Now come in quietly!" Thranduil being very curious walked in quietly without much effort. What he saw inside made him raise his eyebrows in concern and confusion. Ifangur took to being angry.
"What in Middle Earth?..." he asked of no one.
It had just so happened that when Lirimniel and Legolas had reached the house, the walk combined with the wine had made them very tired. In fact they had been so tired that the two had fallen asleep together on the floor. Strangely, a rag filled with ice was melting into a puddle at Legolas' hand.
"Ifangur, I don't know the meaning of this. My son...why is he sleeping upon the floor with Lirimniel? I think we should wake them." said Thranduil in a wavering voice.
"Of course we should wake them! However, what has been done cannot be undone. I swear, I thought a coming of age party was enough! LIRIMNIEL!! WAKE UP NOW!" Lirimniel awoke with a jerk that sent her elbow flying into Legolas' already injured jaw.
"Ah! What is it Daddy?!" she asked. An 'Ooow!' could be heard from Legolas as he woke also.
"What is the meaning of this, Legolas?" asked Thranduil of his son.
"Father, nothing! You see after the party tired me, Lirimniel wanted to leave and I simply left with her and fell asleep here," he said very groggily.
"Yes, Daddy. Nothing more," explained Lirimniel. She raised her shoulders to shrug of the accident and accidentally placed her hand into the puddle of water coming from the ice and gasped. Legolas started to laugh heartily. Lirimniel laughed also with her very un-ladylike snort-laugh until their noise became quite annoying.
"You slapped me..." said Legolas, remembering why his jaw was so sore and why he was holding a now soppy rag. Lirimniel laughed at him.
"Yes because when I had gotten drunk, I thought you were trying to-"
"Why, you're drunk!" exclained Ifangur.
"Who slapped whom?" asked Thranduil with much interest. The laughter ended and the house was still and quiet for a very long time.
"It has been a long night for us all. Let us sleep now and in the morning this shall be discussed and questioned farther," said Thranduil.
"I agree with that. Lirimniel, to bed now. Your room is waiting with a bed," said Ifangur.
"To bed also, Legolas," said Thranduil. "In a different bedroom..." he added needlessly to the retreating back of his son.