A/N: I changed the first chapter a bit so I'd suggest you go back and read
it again.
Eleni: Things are not what they seem. *grins evilly*
kurleyhawk2: Thank you! Here's the next chappie.
Eglaatarwen: Sorry to disappoint you, but Estel is 58 and Telpëwen is about 9. So, no, I don't think this is a Mary Sue.
Thank you to all my reviewers!
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Of Paperwork and Dresses
"Do you think it was safe to let them go off alone?" Elwen looked out the window.
"They'll be fine." Glorfindel reassured.
"Uh huh. Sure they will be. You know what always happen when those three go out hunting. They are more magnetic to orcs than I am! If that was possible." She added.
"Don't worry. Besides, the ranger should know how to get out of these messes by now. Now stop worrying! Your hair is grey enough without it!"
"Is not!" Elwen shoved her elf onto the bed and raced out of the room.
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Elrond sighed and looked around the study. "Will you look at that. Piles of work." He turned and looked again. "Even more work." Least Celebrían had finished one of the piles before Arwen dragged her off to get ready.
Today was the day of the yèn celebration. Every 432 human years, the elves of Mirkwood celebrate the yèn. This year though, the elves of Imladris and Lorien decided to participate. Or rather, the younger generations persuaded the elders to. The elves had chosen Imladris to be their place, since it was between both Mirkwood and Lorien. The elves of all three places shall bring food, saving Elrond's household the trouble of cooking for many.
Someone shot by the study, screaming, "Aie! Valar help me!" Another elf followed her. "Wait!" She stopped. "Oof!" A familiar voice said as he bumped into the first figure. "I'm supposed to be chasing you, aren't I?" 'Uh oh."
Elrond chuckled and called the two in. "Glorfindel. Elwen. Come in here." "Do we have to?" Elwen's voice complained. "I need to beat some sense into this thing over here." She poked Glorfindel. "Yes. Now get in here."
The two obeyed and a muddy figure, followed by the elf lord, entered the room.
"Elwen."
" Yes?"
"Go change."
"Why?"
"Cause you got mud all over your cloths."
"So?" She shrugged.
"If you don't change it I'll have Arwen help you." Elrond said firmly, knowing Elwen's dislike of his daughter. It was probably because Elwen despises Arwen's choice of dress. "You're evil." Elwen moaned but left the room.
The two remaining occupants of the room laughed. "A little help with these papers would be nice." Elrond pointed out. "Oh, sorry." Glorfindel sat down in the chair that Celebrían previously occupied. The room became silent once more.
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Well, there goes another chapter. If I don't get any reviews soon, this story will also vanish, like one of my other ones already have. . I really don't want to do that cause I enjoy writing this story so PLEASE REVIEW!
~Elwen
Eleni: Things are not what they seem. *grins evilly*
kurleyhawk2: Thank you! Here's the next chappie.
Eglaatarwen: Sorry to disappoint you, but Estel is 58 and Telpëwen is about 9. So, no, I don't think this is a Mary Sue.
Thank you to all my reviewers!
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Of Paperwork and Dresses
"Do you think it was safe to let them go off alone?" Elwen looked out the window.
"They'll be fine." Glorfindel reassured.
"Uh huh. Sure they will be. You know what always happen when those three go out hunting. They are more magnetic to orcs than I am! If that was possible." She added.
"Don't worry. Besides, the ranger should know how to get out of these messes by now. Now stop worrying! Your hair is grey enough without it!"
"Is not!" Elwen shoved her elf onto the bed and raced out of the room.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Elrond sighed and looked around the study. "Will you look at that. Piles of work." He turned and looked again. "Even more work." Least Celebrían had finished one of the piles before Arwen dragged her off to get ready.
Today was the day of the yèn celebration. Every 432 human years, the elves of Mirkwood celebrate the yèn. This year though, the elves of Imladris and Lorien decided to participate. Or rather, the younger generations persuaded the elders to. The elves had chosen Imladris to be their place, since it was between both Mirkwood and Lorien. The elves of all three places shall bring food, saving Elrond's household the trouble of cooking for many.
Someone shot by the study, screaming, "Aie! Valar help me!" Another elf followed her. "Wait!" She stopped. "Oof!" A familiar voice said as he bumped into the first figure. "I'm supposed to be chasing you, aren't I?" 'Uh oh."
Elrond chuckled and called the two in. "Glorfindel. Elwen. Come in here." "Do we have to?" Elwen's voice complained. "I need to beat some sense into this thing over here." She poked Glorfindel. "Yes. Now get in here."
The two obeyed and a muddy figure, followed by the elf lord, entered the room.
"Elwen."
" Yes?"
"Go change."
"Why?"
"Cause you got mud all over your cloths."
"So?" She shrugged.
"If you don't change it I'll have Arwen help you." Elrond said firmly, knowing Elwen's dislike of his daughter. It was probably because Elwen despises Arwen's choice of dress. "You're evil." Elwen moaned but left the room.
The two remaining occupants of the room laughed. "A little help with these papers would be nice." Elrond pointed out. "Oh, sorry." Glorfindel sat down in the chair that Celebrían previously occupied. The room became silent once more.
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Well, there goes another chapter. If I don't get any reviews soon, this story will also vanish, like one of my other ones already have. . I really don't want to do that cause I enjoy writing this story so PLEASE REVIEW!
~Elwen