:throws herself on the ground: Forgive me! Please, forgive me!!! With school starting and everything being hectic I pushed it out of my mind and forgot about it!! Now I come back to you, hoping not to be stoned for keeping you hanging.
It's a plot building chapter... :wince: It didn't go the way I wanted it too, but I hope you enjoy it anyway....sorry about the shortness!! ;-;
To all my reviewers, past and future, thank you so much for your support! If you'd like to see this story go a certain way, I'm always open for suggestions!
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All eyes turned to the wizard, who blew a smoke ring. "See my friends, what Legolas did not know is that this all started with a piece of cake..." There were several confused looks. "See, there is a cook in the kitchen by the name of Tanthôniel. She was the maker of the most wonderful of desserts, and her best creation was her chocolate cake. Simple it may sound, but it was filled with rich chocolate made from beans in the south. It is mouthwateringly sweet; it seems to melt in your mouth with a-"
"Er, Gandalf?" The wizard snapped out of his dreamy state.
"What is it Boromir?"
"Much as I hate to interrupt you, would you get on with the story? Any more describing and Pippin's going to start drooling on me." Indeed, the hobbits were much to interested in the cake, and Pippin's mouth was hanging open slightly.
"Oh, yes, yes, I shall continue. Now, Estel, as Aragorn was known at that time, was under the impression that he had gotten to the last piece of cake first. But it was I who had gotten to the piece first..."
Elrond was somewhere in between being exasperated and amused by the confrontation to his right. His foster son and the wizard were locked in a battle of wills (and forks) over a slice of cake.
"I mean no offence Mithrandar, but it was I who got to the slice first."
"Young child, you are dearly mistaken. I clearly got to it first."
"I am not mistaken, I know that. It was I who was here first."
"It is mine, back off!"
"Make me!" Gandalf grinned wickedly.
"Fine." A whisper was all it took. Estel sat as if suddenly stunned, then blinked, peering around the room in confusion.
"Oh, like, this is weird. Where am I?" Elrond stared at his foster son, who fluttered his eyelashes. He had not known that Estel could actually hit that high of a note.
"It is wonderful to see you again Luella." Said Gandalf with a mischievous grin.
"Oh, like, it's you again! You're, like, Gandalf, right?" Estel (Or Luella, whichever you prefer) looked down. And screeched. Elrond cringed as the high note hit his ears.
"Oh my god! I'm, like, in pants! And no makeup! And look at these nails! Ee gods, what's happened? This is horrible!! I can't be seen like this!" Estel quickly stood up, did a bad curtsey, and scurried from the room, leaving his foster father in shock.
"Mithrandar, what have you done?"
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About ten minutes had passed since Estel had left the room where Gandalf, Elrond, and he had been dining. It was at this time that Elladan and Elrohir were greeted with a strange sight. Their brother in a dress.
The dress was an interesting shade of violet, which seemed more like pink in the sunlight. His dark hair was plaited into two parts, and he seemed to have gotten into a number of paints, for his lips were bright red, and his cheeks were dusted with pink; violet graced his eyelids. He was currently holding a rough stone, which he was desperately trying to file his nails with.
"Er, Estel? Are you feeling well?" The young human looked up.
"Oh, hi! Like, I think you've mistaken me for some guy. I'm Luella." He grinned in what he must of thought was a cute way (in all truth it was rather disturbing.)
"Luella?" replied Elladan incredulously.
"Yep!" Estel tossed the rock aside, quickly dusting off his hands. "And who are you?" He fluttered his eyelashes.
"I am Elrohir, and this is Elladan." Replied Elrohir, speaking for them both since his brother seemed to be in a state of shock.
"Oh, those are wonderful names!" Another flutter of the eyelashes. "Are you single?" He asked, with a seductive smile. Elladan seemed to be trying not to faint (or maybe it was that he wished not to burst out laughing. We shall never know.), but Elrhoir grinned wickedly.
"I am afraid we are taken, dearest Luella, but I think I know someone who might be a wonderful catch for you..." He draped his arm around his younger brother's shoulders, and called in a sing-song voice: "Oh Glo-orfindel!"
It's a plot building chapter... :wince: It didn't go the way I wanted it too, but I hope you enjoy it anyway....sorry about the shortness!! ;-;
To all my reviewers, past and future, thank you so much for your support! If you'd like to see this story go a certain way, I'm always open for suggestions!
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All eyes turned to the wizard, who blew a smoke ring. "See my friends, what Legolas did not know is that this all started with a piece of cake..." There were several confused looks. "See, there is a cook in the kitchen by the name of Tanthôniel. She was the maker of the most wonderful of desserts, and her best creation was her chocolate cake. Simple it may sound, but it was filled with rich chocolate made from beans in the south. It is mouthwateringly sweet; it seems to melt in your mouth with a-"
"Er, Gandalf?" The wizard snapped out of his dreamy state.
"What is it Boromir?"
"Much as I hate to interrupt you, would you get on with the story? Any more describing and Pippin's going to start drooling on me." Indeed, the hobbits were much to interested in the cake, and Pippin's mouth was hanging open slightly.
"Oh, yes, yes, I shall continue. Now, Estel, as Aragorn was known at that time, was under the impression that he had gotten to the last piece of cake first. But it was I who had gotten to the piece first..."
Elrond was somewhere in between being exasperated and amused by the confrontation to his right. His foster son and the wizard were locked in a battle of wills (and forks) over a slice of cake.
"I mean no offence Mithrandar, but it was I who got to the slice first."
"Young child, you are dearly mistaken. I clearly got to it first."
"I am not mistaken, I know that. It was I who was here first."
"It is mine, back off!"
"Make me!" Gandalf grinned wickedly.
"Fine." A whisper was all it took. Estel sat as if suddenly stunned, then blinked, peering around the room in confusion.
"Oh, like, this is weird. Where am I?" Elrond stared at his foster son, who fluttered his eyelashes. He had not known that Estel could actually hit that high of a note.
"It is wonderful to see you again Luella." Said Gandalf with a mischievous grin.
"Oh, like, it's you again! You're, like, Gandalf, right?" Estel (Or Luella, whichever you prefer) looked down. And screeched. Elrond cringed as the high note hit his ears.
"Oh my god! I'm, like, in pants! And no makeup! And look at these nails! Ee gods, what's happened? This is horrible!! I can't be seen like this!" Estel quickly stood up, did a bad curtsey, and scurried from the room, leaving his foster father in shock.
"Mithrandar, what have you done?"
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About ten minutes had passed since Estel had left the room where Gandalf, Elrond, and he had been dining. It was at this time that Elladan and Elrohir were greeted with a strange sight. Their brother in a dress.
The dress was an interesting shade of violet, which seemed more like pink in the sunlight. His dark hair was plaited into two parts, and he seemed to have gotten into a number of paints, for his lips were bright red, and his cheeks were dusted with pink; violet graced his eyelids. He was currently holding a rough stone, which he was desperately trying to file his nails with.
"Er, Estel? Are you feeling well?" The young human looked up.
"Oh, hi! Like, I think you've mistaken me for some guy. I'm Luella." He grinned in what he must of thought was a cute way (in all truth it was rather disturbing.)
"Luella?" replied Elladan incredulously.
"Yep!" Estel tossed the rock aside, quickly dusting off his hands. "And who are you?" He fluttered his eyelashes.
"I am Elrohir, and this is Elladan." Replied Elrohir, speaking for them both since his brother seemed to be in a state of shock.
"Oh, those are wonderful names!" Another flutter of the eyelashes. "Are you single?" He asked, with a seductive smile. Elladan seemed to be trying not to faint (or maybe it was that he wished not to burst out laughing. We shall never know.), but Elrhoir grinned wickedly.
"I am afraid we are taken, dearest Luella, but I think I know someone who might be a wonderful catch for you..." He draped his arm around his younger brother's shoulders, and called in a sing-song voice: "Oh Glo-orfindel!"