Arwen sank into the bathtub and let out a sigh. It had been a long and
tiring day, and she'd had a lot to think a bout – how she felt about
Aragorn for a start. It felt great to put all of that to the back of her
mind, and do nothing but relax. The sweet aromas of the bubble bath were
beginning to play with her mind. Her eyelids were becoming heavier. She was
feeling sleepy…
***
Legolas walked over to her in the garden. He twirled around, a huge grin on his face. "How do I look?" he asked. Arwen was shocked. She had never seen him looking more ridiculous. He was wearing…
***
Knock, knock, knock.
Arwen awoke with a start. Someone was outside the bathroom, and was obviously trying to get in. "Who is it?" she called, slightly annoyed. The voice that replied here was far more annoyed than she was.
"Are you finished yet? You've been in there for ages!" Arwen groaned. She should have guessed. Who else could it be? "What are you doing in there? I need to wash my hair. It's getting all greasy!"
"All right Legolas. I'm coming!" With that, Arwen heaved herself out of the bathtub and proceeded to dry herself. As she did this, she glanced at the clock on the wall. "Shit!" It was 6:30. She had been asleep for nearly 2 hours! And she was supposed to be meeting Aragorn at 6:00!
***
Later on that evening, at dinner, Arwen was sitting next to her one true love – Aragorn. She had found him, and apologised. All was now sorted out. She looked up at him and smiled. Their eyes met, and they seemed to melt. 'Yes' she thought, 'He's the one for me'. Their connection was sharply broken off by her father, Elrond, standing up and clearing his throat. A silence ran over the hall as all eyes were turned on him.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. As you are all aware, we have some guests here today. They are indeed our very close friends from Mirkwood: the King Thranduil and his son Legolas, and the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn from Lothlorien. I know you will all make them feel welcome. As most of you will know, they are here for our annual Autumn Solstice. We have not yet decided on our theme for this year, but many of you will look back fondly at last year's event with a keen eye. We are welcome to any suggestions for the theme. Thank you."
This announcement caused a stir in among the elves. Aragorn looked over to his lady, and smiled. She smiled back and stood up. They walked out into the gardens of Rivendell hand in hand.
***
It was not until that evening when Arwen was in bed that she remembered her dream from earlier that day. She giggled out loud. Legolas had looked absurd. Suddenly an idea hit her. What if… she hugged her pillow in anticipation. She would see her father I the morning.
***
"Arwen, are you out of your mind? A Slag and Drag Party? We have respectable elves here from all over Middle Earth. What will they think when they are told that for the Autumn Solstice they have to dress up as female prostitutes? You must be joking?"
Arwen giggled. "No, yes, I don't know, and no."
"What?" Elrond asked glaring at her.
"I was answering your questions." Arwen said with a sigh. It was hopeless. She knew her father would never give in. He was very stubborn. Shame, it would have been so much fun to see Galadriel in a mini-dress and heavy eye make-up. "Ok. Will you at least consider it?" She asked.
"All right, but I'm not making any promises. Now go. I have some important matters to attend to." Arwen knew what would happen. Elrond would put the idea past a council, and see what they thought of her idea. 'Please let them like it. Please!'
***
Legolas walked over to her in the garden. He twirled around, a huge grin on his face. "How do I look?" he asked. Arwen was shocked. She had never seen him looking more ridiculous. He was wearing…
***
Knock, knock, knock.
Arwen awoke with a start. Someone was outside the bathroom, and was obviously trying to get in. "Who is it?" she called, slightly annoyed. The voice that replied here was far more annoyed than she was.
"Are you finished yet? You've been in there for ages!" Arwen groaned. She should have guessed. Who else could it be? "What are you doing in there? I need to wash my hair. It's getting all greasy!"
"All right Legolas. I'm coming!" With that, Arwen heaved herself out of the bathtub and proceeded to dry herself. As she did this, she glanced at the clock on the wall. "Shit!" It was 6:30. She had been asleep for nearly 2 hours! And she was supposed to be meeting Aragorn at 6:00!
***
Later on that evening, at dinner, Arwen was sitting next to her one true love – Aragorn. She had found him, and apologised. All was now sorted out. She looked up at him and smiled. Their eyes met, and they seemed to melt. 'Yes' she thought, 'He's the one for me'. Their connection was sharply broken off by her father, Elrond, standing up and clearing his throat. A silence ran over the hall as all eyes were turned on him.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. As you are all aware, we have some guests here today. They are indeed our very close friends from Mirkwood: the King Thranduil and his son Legolas, and the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn from Lothlorien. I know you will all make them feel welcome. As most of you will know, they are here for our annual Autumn Solstice. We have not yet decided on our theme for this year, but many of you will look back fondly at last year's event with a keen eye. We are welcome to any suggestions for the theme. Thank you."
This announcement caused a stir in among the elves. Aragorn looked over to his lady, and smiled. She smiled back and stood up. They walked out into the gardens of Rivendell hand in hand.
***
It was not until that evening when Arwen was in bed that she remembered her dream from earlier that day. She giggled out loud. Legolas had looked absurd. Suddenly an idea hit her. What if… she hugged her pillow in anticipation. She would see her father I the morning.
***
"Arwen, are you out of your mind? A Slag and Drag Party? We have respectable elves here from all over Middle Earth. What will they think when they are told that for the Autumn Solstice they have to dress up as female prostitutes? You must be joking?"
Arwen giggled. "No, yes, I don't know, and no."
"What?" Elrond asked glaring at her.
"I was answering your questions." Arwen said with a sigh. It was hopeless. She knew her father would never give in. He was very stubborn. Shame, it would have been so much fun to see Galadriel in a mini-dress and heavy eye make-up. "Ok. Will you at least consider it?" She asked.
"All right, but I'm not making any promises. Now go. I have some important matters to attend to." Arwen knew what would happen. Elrond would put the idea past a council, and see what they thought of her idea. 'Please let them like it. Please!'