A/N: Sorry Celeborn fans =). It's slash, right? Yeah. No flames plz, it's
just a plot device. Sorry it's so short, I'm getting lazy on this story,
but I'll be submitting little chunks periodically. I had fun writing this
one, so maybe I'll add more soon, who knows. ^^
Arwen spent several days in Lothlorien. They were happy days, and she had no more tawdry encounters with Eowyn, though she was definitely hitting on her. Actually, so was Borimir. And she was married, too! Of all the people she could have went to for advice, she went to Celeborn. He was in his chambers. The door was unlocked. When she knocked, there was no answer. Not in a mood to be polite, she barged in. Celeborn was in there, and the room was filled with smoke. Celeborn held a long pipe limply in his hand. "hi", he said plainly, unperturbed by the uninvited entry. "sit down". Arwen did as she was told. Since Celeborn didn't seem to be in a state to care about sudden subject changes, she blurted,
"I think Borimir is chasing me!". She chose to be quiet about Eowyn for now.
"Well slow down", advised Celeborn. Made sense, at least in Arwen's slightly altered state from the odd fumes in the air.
"Eowyn too", squeaked Arwen.
"Same deal", drawled Celeborn. That was true. Why fight it? Oh. Airy. Whoops. Moral dilemma. Well. Celeborn seemed to have all the answers.
"What about Aragorn?", asked Arwen.
"He can join the fun", replied Celeborn. That was an idea. She wondered how many people would be in her bed in a few weeks.
"Thank you Celeborn!", enthused Arwen, giving him a tight hug.
"You're welcome!", cried Celeborn as Arwen ran from the chamber.
Arwen spent several days in Lothlorien. They were happy days, and she had no more tawdry encounters with Eowyn, though she was definitely hitting on her. Actually, so was Borimir. And she was married, too! Of all the people she could have went to for advice, she went to Celeborn. He was in his chambers. The door was unlocked. When she knocked, there was no answer. Not in a mood to be polite, she barged in. Celeborn was in there, and the room was filled with smoke. Celeborn held a long pipe limply in his hand. "hi", he said plainly, unperturbed by the uninvited entry. "sit down". Arwen did as she was told. Since Celeborn didn't seem to be in a state to care about sudden subject changes, she blurted,
"I think Borimir is chasing me!". She chose to be quiet about Eowyn for now.
"Well slow down", advised Celeborn. Made sense, at least in Arwen's slightly altered state from the odd fumes in the air.
"Eowyn too", squeaked Arwen.
"Same deal", drawled Celeborn. That was true. Why fight it? Oh. Airy. Whoops. Moral dilemma. Well. Celeborn seemed to have all the answers.
"What about Aragorn?", asked Arwen.
"He can join the fun", replied Celeborn. That was an idea. She wondered how many people would be in her bed in a few weeks.
"Thank you Celeborn!", enthused Arwen, giving him a tight hug.
"You're welcome!", cried Celeborn as Arwen ran from the chamber.