The masses have spoken. I have been praised and yelled at. I present to you...a new chapter of Embarrassing Aragorn!!!
:ducks thrown fruit from reviewers angry about being kept on hold so long:
O_O :flees:
Disclaimer: I own squat. Yep.
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Glorfindel was not, by any means, an imbecile. He knew very well that nothing but trouble could come of the tone that was calling him. He, however, also knew there was no escaping whatever fate the twins had spelled out for him. He set his face in a calm, lordly expression, and turned on his heel towards the voice.
"You know, an expression of pure horror is so unattractive on one of your stature." Teased Elladan, finally getting his voice back.
"Dear...Valar..." Stuttered the Elven lord, staring at the human that stood in between the two dark haired elves.
"I do not think he likes me." Whimpered 'Luella,' jutting his lip out pitifully. His eyes got impossibly wide, watering up swiftly.
"Glorfindel!" Scolded Elrhoir. "Be nice to our guest!" Glorfindel shut his mouth with a snap, glaring at the three of them.
"Is this some kind of joke?" He asked, irritated that they would try and humiliate him.
"He really doesn't like me!" Cried the cross dressed human, bursting into tears, which caused the paint on his eyes and cheeks to run. Despite the fact that he was sure it was a prank in which he was a victim, Glorfindel instantly felt guilty for making him cry. The twins recognized the regretful look, and as one grinned.
"Apologize." Mouthed Elrohir over Estel's head, trying to look as serious as he could. Glorfindel sighed, casting an accusing look at the sky, before turning back to the sobbing human.
"I am extremely sorry for my rudeness...ah..." He stumbled, unsure what gender he was supposed to assume the human was.
"Luella." Squeaked the dark haired boy, looking at him from the safety of Elrohir's arms.
"Miss Luella." Glorfindel looked at the twins automatically for cues on what he was supposed to do.
"I think," quipped Elrohir, "that Glorfindel should show our dear Luella around Rivendell as payment for his discourtesy."
"Indeed, I think that is a wonderful idea!" Replied Elladan, his impish grin now extremely obvious. Glorfindel gave both a glare that they were sure he had learned from Elrond (he gives lessons every Tuesday, at noon, in the West Garden, if you are interested.), but, by laws of social graces, could not refuse.
"Come Miss Luella. Let me show you around." He offered his arm.
He was later found hidden under Elrond's bed, where he was curled up, being very protective of the contents of his pants.
"Mithrandar!" Snapped Elrond, stalking into the Istari's room after experiencing a quite eventful scene in his bedroom. "What exactly did you do to my son, and, more importantly, how do fix it?" The gray robed figure seemed to be untroubled by the Elven lord's storming in, and turned with a wry smile.
"Why? What is wrong with him?" He asked innocently.
"You know what, you...you..." The next words he said were inappropriate for the majority of the populace, and we are trying to keep this PG-13, so use your imagination.
"That's hardly kind."
"It is hardly kind to switch a boy's genders on a whim!"
"I did not change his gender. He simply believes himself to be someone he's not. Based off an interesting lass I met...where was it...possibly Gondor. Or maybe it was a hobbit lass...I cannot seem to remember..."
"Fix it!" Growled Elrond, clenching his fists so hard that his fingernails left red, crescent shaped marks on his palms.
"Cannot do so." Replied the wizard cryptically, pushing a bit of shire weed into his pipe.
"Why for is this task impossible for you?" asked Elrond, a plan forming in his mind. "I thought you were a great master of magic...it seems that I was wrong to assume, yes?"
Wizards, all in all, have pride in their abilities, however often they hide it. It was their weak spot; any time someone insulted their abilities, it was wizard custom to prove them wrong.
Gandalf was a wizard, and this same weakness belonged to him; he, however, knew what the Elven lord was doing. Torn between the amusement of angering Elrond more and the fuming little voice in his head that wished to prove the elf wrong, he simply scowled.
Then an idea clicked.
"Here's what you must do..."
:ducks thrown fruit from reviewers angry about being kept on hold so long:
O_O :flees:
Disclaimer: I own squat. Yep.
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Glorfindel was not, by any means, an imbecile. He knew very well that nothing but trouble could come of the tone that was calling him. He, however, also knew there was no escaping whatever fate the twins had spelled out for him. He set his face in a calm, lordly expression, and turned on his heel towards the voice.
"You know, an expression of pure horror is so unattractive on one of your stature." Teased Elladan, finally getting his voice back.
"Dear...Valar..." Stuttered the Elven lord, staring at the human that stood in between the two dark haired elves.
"I do not think he likes me." Whimpered 'Luella,' jutting his lip out pitifully. His eyes got impossibly wide, watering up swiftly.
"Glorfindel!" Scolded Elrhoir. "Be nice to our guest!" Glorfindel shut his mouth with a snap, glaring at the three of them.
"Is this some kind of joke?" He asked, irritated that they would try and humiliate him.
"He really doesn't like me!" Cried the cross dressed human, bursting into tears, which caused the paint on his eyes and cheeks to run. Despite the fact that he was sure it was a prank in which he was a victim, Glorfindel instantly felt guilty for making him cry. The twins recognized the regretful look, and as one grinned.
"Apologize." Mouthed Elrohir over Estel's head, trying to look as serious as he could. Glorfindel sighed, casting an accusing look at the sky, before turning back to the sobbing human.
"I am extremely sorry for my rudeness...ah..." He stumbled, unsure what gender he was supposed to assume the human was.
"Luella." Squeaked the dark haired boy, looking at him from the safety of Elrohir's arms.
"Miss Luella." Glorfindel looked at the twins automatically for cues on what he was supposed to do.
"I think," quipped Elrohir, "that Glorfindel should show our dear Luella around Rivendell as payment for his discourtesy."
"Indeed, I think that is a wonderful idea!" Replied Elladan, his impish grin now extremely obvious. Glorfindel gave both a glare that they were sure he had learned from Elrond (he gives lessons every Tuesday, at noon, in the West Garden, if you are interested.), but, by laws of social graces, could not refuse.
"Come Miss Luella. Let me show you around." He offered his arm.
He was later found hidden under Elrond's bed, where he was curled up, being very protective of the contents of his pants.
"Mithrandar!" Snapped Elrond, stalking into the Istari's room after experiencing a quite eventful scene in his bedroom. "What exactly did you do to my son, and, more importantly, how do fix it?" The gray robed figure seemed to be untroubled by the Elven lord's storming in, and turned with a wry smile.
"Why? What is wrong with him?" He asked innocently.
"You know what, you...you..." The next words he said were inappropriate for the majority of the populace, and we are trying to keep this PG-13, so use your imagination.
"That's hardly kind."
"It is hardly kind to switch a boy's genders on a whim!"
"I did not change his gender. He simply believes himself to be someone he's not. Based off an interesting lass I met...where was it...possibly Gondor. Or maybe it was a hobbit lass...I cannot seem to remember..."
"Fix it!" Growled Elrond, clenching his fists so hard that his fingernails left red, crescent shaped marks on his palms.
"Cannot do so." Replied the wizard cryptically, pushing a bit of shire weed into his pipe.
"Why for is this task impossible for you?" asked Elrond, a plan forming in his mind. "I thought you were a great master of magic...it seems that I was wrong to assume, yes?"
Wizards, all in all, have pride in their abilities, however often they hide it. It was their weak spot; any time someone insulted their abilities, it was wizard custom to prove them wrong.
Gandalf was a wizard, and this same weakness belonged to him; he, however, knew what the Elven lord was doing. Torn between the amusement of angering Elrond more and the fuming little voice in his head that wished to prove the elf wrong, he simply scowled.
Then an idea clicked.
"Here's what you must do..."