-THE GAMES OF THE GODS-
-Disclaimer:-
CS: Well, here we have it - the last reviewer cameo in a disclaimer. Why? Because I want to save the last two disclaimers for general insanity and a somber goodbye.
Legolas: Somber?! Have you even SEEN the wine Elladan and Elrohir have been stockpiling?!
CS: Considering they raided your father's stores and I had to beat him away with a talkative pool noodle - which I then mailed to him, just to torture him - yeah, I've seen them. How's he dealing with the pool noodle, by the way?
Legolas: He dipped it in gold and it shut up fairly quickly.
CS: ...I would think it would have burnt up due to the heat.
Orlando Bloom: It's apparently a rather resistent pool noodle.
CS: *blinks* Wait. Weren't you Legolas a few moments ago?
Orlando Bloom: Um...maybe? *shifty eyes*
CS: ...
Will Turner: Why are you looking at me funny...?
CS: Damn, it's an Orlando infestation...
CrazySandWriter: *appears and grins like mad* And this is bad...how?
CS: Well, Troy isn't out yet...and I'm not sure the disclaimer void's defenses can hold back Orlando Fangirls...
CrazySandWriter: Then you'd better do the disclaimer quick. *runs over to Will Turner and hugs him just as he turns into Legolas*
CS: I don't own anything. And in the case of Legolas/Orlando/Bootstrap Jr. over there, I'm not sure I want to...*twitches as Legolas morphes into Orlando again* THAT is creepy.
CrazySandWriter: Speak for yourself. All three of him in one - what could be better?
-77: Betrothal-
Late that night found Glorfindel and I up a tree, stargazing. It turned out that there was a platform at the top of one of the largest trees in the study, and with only a few shenanigans and one rope ladder, we got up to the platform, and I discovered that Glorfindel's study actually does have a roof - a glass one. After a few moments of pestering Glorfindel about how in heck he'd managed to get a glass roof - and wall - in his study, we both lay down on the platform, managing to tangle our limbs together in a rather impossible fashion, and then stared up at the stars.
Glorfindel had, since we had left Mirkwood and he'd realized that I had no clue what any of the stars were (except for Eärendil, who was pretty hard to miss), been teaching me what the different stars were. Lindir and the twins had 'helped', as well, all three seeming to find it positively scandalous that, as an Elf, I didn't know anything about the stars in the sky, but they were more of a hindrance than anything, and eventually Glorfindel told them - essentially - to sod off. But those three of our traveling companions weren't here now - nor was anyone else but us - and Glorfindel and I spent quite awhile staring up at the stars, pointing them out to each other. I was getting quite good at remembering them, now, and only had to ask Glorfindel what a certain star was every once and awhile.
Eventually, as it always does, the talk petered out, and I felt myself drifting slowly into a blissful sleep. I was almost all the way asleep, in fact, when I felt Glorfindel shift beside me, and then suddenly his face was above mine, looking down at me. I looked questioningly up at him and he smiled down at me lightly before raising his right hand to stroke my cheek. I leaned into the caress, my eyes half closing, and Glorfindel's smile deepened, becoming more tender than before.
After a moment, however, Glorfindel's hand stilled and simply cupped my cheek. I once again looked up at him questioningly - I could tell there was something he wanted to say. Something important. But he didn't seem quite up to saying it yet, because he leaned down and kissed me lightly instead of saying anything. Miracles of miracles, the kiss actually stayed light and tender, instead of progressing as our kisses usually did to passionate - probably due to the situation. When Glorfindel pulled back, he finally spoke.
"I have something rather silly to ask, Rachel." he said, somehow managing to avoid looking into my eyes as he spoke, even though our faces were about six inches away from each other. "I suspect - well, I know I already know the answer." Glorfindel smiled slightly, and I began to get an inkling of what was on his mind. "But I would not feel right if I did not ask it."
"Ask, then." I said, looking at him with both curiosity and slight amusement. Glorfindel's head dropped down to my shoulder, much as it had on that morning way back in Lothlórien when we'd said we loved each other, and I smiled, knowing what was coming next, even before Glorfindel asked me it softly, in Quenya.
"Rachel, will you bind yourself to me?" I hesitated for only a moment, wondering if I should follow the 'ask a silly question, get a silly answer' rule...then I decided not. One doesn't often get into situations where they are alone up at the top of a tree with a sexy Elf-lord who just asked them to marry them, after all.
"Of course." I replied, and promptly kissed the tip of Glorfindel's ear...which was the only part of his face I could see, really, so it made a logical sort of sense. And besides, the shiver that I felt go through Glorfindel's body after I did so was positively amusing. Though amusement was cut short as I found myself being kissed more passionately than I could even remember having been before - that is, while I could still remember anything at all. The kiss brought back that old habit of losing all mental coherency...
At any rate. The rest of the night, during which we did not sleep, was spent either with more of those end-of-coherency kisses (which proved to have an affect on Glorfindel's coherency as well, as shown by the one time he tried to talk right after one and ending out talking incoherent Yoda-speech) and us two having the silliest moments ever due to being overflowing with happiness.
Somehow during the evening, as well, Glorfindel managed to produce engagement rings, which I oooed and aaahed over. Especially when he showed me that they were made out of Ithildin. My comment of 'SHINY!' was greeting with a combination grin and smirk, along with a comment that that was exactly why he'd spent an entire day with Thranduil wrangling enough Ithildin out of him to get the rings made. Though further questioning revealed that, as soon as Glorfindel explained what he wanted the Ithildin for, Thranduil had practically shoved the stuff into his hands. Apparently Thranduil liked me, though he hadn't really acted like it...Elves who like shiny and sparklie stuff stick together, maybe?
Anyways, we arrived for breakfast in the main hall the next morning looking very pleased with ourselves. We kept the hands with the rings out of sight, however, and spent the entire meal making everyone else guess why we looked so pleased. Kari figured it out halfway through the meal, I think, judging from the sudden smile and wink she gave me, but she didn't ask for confirmation, instead making the most outrageous suggestions as to why we were so pleased with ourselves. Though, truthfully, finding a potion that would turn Elrond into a female might have had the same result...
At the end of the meal, however, once everyone else but those at the head table who were in on the conversation with/about Glorfindel and I had drifted away, Elrond got fed up and all but commanded Glorfindel to tell him why the heck we were grinning like idiots.
"Shall we?" Glorfindel asked me blandly, and I nodded as serenely as I could. Then, as one, we lifted our hands bearing the rings and made certain that everyone at the table could see them. We grinned widely as there was several minutes of silence. Then, all at once, everyone was congratulating us at once. Even Elrond, for a wonder. Though I knew he wouldn't like what was coming next. The opening came when Lindir made a comment about my proposed trip being the one-year betrothal period.
"Well, if we were going to follow Elvish customs, yes, it would be." I replied with an innocent smile. Kari, who I hadn't told about the proposed plan even when I'd asked her about what she'd said about our marriage traditions, got quiet, her eyes going wide, as she realized that I was about to flout Elvish customs. Not that she was alone, as everyone immediately went quiet and still at my words.
"What do you mean?" Elrond asked me warily after a moment.
"Well, Kari may have been content to follow Elvish customs instead of her own, but one thing 800 years of traveling has taught me is that you have to hang onto your traditions while you can. Especially when you're immortal." I replied with a smile. "There are not many things from my world that can be carried over to Middle-Earth, however, so I've had to mostly let my traditions go.
"One of the traditions that CAN be carried over, however, is the one about marriage, and I intend to do so...at least for the betrothal and consummation period, and general organization. Because we'd need a bible if we were going to do the actual ceremony from my world - at least, the ceremony that I know - and we don't have one of those. So the Elvish ceremony will have to do...and anyways, the Valar might get a little annoyed if we didn't." There was silence once again around the table, except for the quiet laughter of Kari, who had buried her face in Elrohir's sleeve in an attempt to stifle the sound.
"Would you care to share more about these parts of the ceremony from your world that you are insisting on using, then?" Erestor, ever diplomatic, asked careful.
"Well, the most major difference would be the betrothal and consummation periods. The betrothal period for my world's ceremony is much like yours - only the two betrothed are not required to be separate for it, and the minimum is...well, technically there IS no minimum time." I replied.
"Some get married the same night they get betrothed. Heck, some don't even bother to get betrothed before getting married." Kari put in, having recovered from her laughter and now grinning wickedly as she got into the spirit of things. Everyone at the table looked at her in surprise.
"But...how do they arrange a feast on such short notice?" Elrohir asked with confusion.
"They don't." I replied. "Most of those marriages are short, anyways - the two involved usually dissolve it within a relatively small amount of time. There was one couple that got it dissolved the next day..." I paused for a moment to share an amused looked with Kari, while the rest of the table - even Glorfindel, who could tell that there was some truth to the story - looked shocked. "Glorfindel and I, of course, shall not be doing that, and therefore, we shall have a longer betrothal period. The exact length is yet to be decided, but I suspect it shall be only a little longer than it will take to get everything prepared and in place for the wedding." Those around the table exchanged glances.
"And the consummation period you mentioned...?" Elladan asked, looking as if he was almost afraid to ask.
"Ah yes. The fun part. It's also known as a honeymoon, and it involves the two newly weds going of on a trip of undetermined length, away from jobs, duty, and what not, to simply enjoy being married for awhile without the that pesky thing called 'life' interfering." I replied with a smile. Elrond twitched, the first movement he'd made since I'd spoken up about different customs, and everyone reflexively moved away.
"And you have, of course, decided to combine your 'honeymoon' with your trip down to Ithilien and Dol Amroth." the Lord of Rivendell said quietly, speaking for the first time. I nodded, and Elrond stood and left the hall abruptly. Elrohir and Elladan exchanged worried looks, and then cast a slightly annoyed one at me.
"He needs to deal with it, because I'm not changing my mind." I said firmly. "Glory has been loyal to him and his house EVEN IN DEATH. If he can't cut Glorfindel some slack after however many hundreds -"
"Thousands." Glorfindel corrected.
"- thousands of years it's been, then I will feel rather justified in calling him a spoiled brat." I finished smoothly. Everyone at the table, except for Kari and Glorfindel, gaped a little at that statement. Kari just looked slightly disturbed, while Glorfindel was very carefully keeping his face neutral. I don't blame him - I knew he had to be neutral on this matter, because otherwise things could get rather nasty. But I didn't have to be neutral, and was taking full advantage of the fact.
"You are very presumptuous, and impudent." Elrohir said with a scowl as he rose slowly from his feet, and I was suddenly reminded that this was the Elf that had decided not to go for a ride with Elladan and I because I insisted on wearing trousers and a tunic. "What claim have you to speak about our father that way?! All the titles you have held in your life have been assumed, you have said so yourself. You have no rank, and do not have the privilege to be so disrespectful!" I felt Glorfindel begin to stir beside me, and stood quickly to look Elrohir in the eye before Glorfindel could lose his neutrality.
"I have no official rank from the mouths of the people of this land, or from mine - that is true." I said quietly and quite dangerously. "But you cannot tell me that dieing and being brought back to life by the Valar in an entirely other WORLD does not carry with it some sort of unspoken rank or privileges. I KNOW that being born again at least carries an unspoken rank - after all, Glorfindel's House is gone, and yet he not only retains all the ranks and privileges of being its chief, but has gained some as well, from what I understand. Even if you do not acknowledge that, however, I have always, and will always, speak my mind when required, even when it is to call someone I respect and look up to a spoiled brat." With that, I followed Elrond's example and turned and left the hall. Glorfindel followed after a moments delay.
He came up beside me and walked with me for a moment, then glanced over at me, opened his mouth, abruptly shut it again, shook his head, and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close, but saying nothing. I stayed silent as well - which I think was perhaps one of the smartest things I'd ever done. Because I had just, essentially, stuck Glorfindel between a rock and a hard place, and I think if I had somehow forced him to take either my side or Elrond's, he would have followed his sense of duty. I couldn't help one comment, however.
"That went better than expected." I said as we left the buildings, heading back to his study via the gardens. Glorfindel let out a short, not entirely amused, laugh, gave me a light kiss, and returned to silence as we continued walking.
----To be continued...with the twins revenge!----
(And the permanent scarring of the twins and Glorfindel's minds!)
-Authors Note:-
I have...The Sims! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *cough* I also have the twins, Arwen, Yavanna, Haldir and a random Rachel-esque type elf living in one house in a chaotic attempt to test my multi-tasking skills. Or maybe just to see how many bathrooms six people truly need. (three, I'm guessing, though I only have two) And on a random note, the Haldir Sim? Is currently in the middle of falling head-over-heals for the Rachel-esque type Sim. O.o And I have determined that I'm going to try and make a Glorfindel head, if not an entire Glorfindel skin...it might take me forever, but I'll make it...
Anyways. I hope you all enjoyed the rather serious chapter, and if you didn't, sorry. We return to the normal insanity on Monday, and Wednesday...well, let's just say that the disclaimers for those two chapters are twice as long as usual. (Hey, I had fun, alright?)
And I have another request in preparation for my next fanfic...does anybody out there know Quenya, or can point me towards someone who does? I'm trying my best with the Quenya dictionary I have, but there are a few things I need translated that are more than a word or two long, and I very much doubt I've gotten them right at the moment. And yes, I knew Quenya is essentially the Latin of Middle-Earth. Believe me, though, there's a reason I'm using it.
Well, I think that's about it for this authors note...I'm off to check my emails before returning to my mad-scientist-esque Sim playing...
See y'all again on Monday!
~Crimson Starlight
-Disclaimer:-
CS: Well, here we have it - the last reviewer cameo in a disclaimer. Why? Because I want to save the last two disclaimers for general insanity and a somber goodbye.
Legolas: Somber?! Have you even SEEN the wine Elladan and Elrohir have been stockpiling?!
CS: Considering they raided your father's stores and I had to beat him away with a talkative pool noodle - which I then mailed to him, just to torture him - yeah, I've seen them. How's he dealing with the pool noodle, by the way?
Legolas: He dipped it in gold and it shut up fairly quickly.
CS: ...I would think it would have burnt up due to the heat.
Orlando Bloom: It's apparently a rather resistent pool noodle.
CS: *blinks* Wait. Weren't you Legolas a few moments ago?
Orlando Bloom: Um...maybe? *shifty eyes*
CS: ...
Will Turner: Why are you looking at me funny...?
CS: Damn, it's an Orlando infestation...
CrazySandWriter: *appears and grins like mad* And this is bad...how?
CS: Well, Troy isn't out yet...and I'm not sure the disclaimer void's defenses can hold back Orlando Fangirls...
CrazySandWriter: Then you'd better do the disclaimer quick. *runs over to Will Turner and hugs him just as he turns into Legolas*
CS: I don't own anything. And in the case of Legolas/Orlando/Bootstrap Jr. over there, I'm not sure I want to...*twitches as Legolas morphes into Orlando again* THAT is creepy.
CrazySandWriter: Speak for yourself. All three of him in one - what could be better?
-77: Betrothal-
Late that night found Glorfindel and I up a tree, stargazing. It turned out that there was a platform at the top of one of the largest trees in the study, and with only a few shenanigans and one rope ladder, we got up to the platform, and I discovered that Glorfindel's study actually does have a roof - a glass one. After a few moments of pestering Glorfindel about how in heck he'd managed to get a glass roof - and wall - in his study, we both lay down on the platform, managing to tangle our limbs together in a rather impossible fashion, and then stared up at the stars.
Glorfindel had, since we had left Mirkwood and he'd realized that I had no clue what any of the stars were (except for Eärendil, who was pretty hard to miss), been teaching me what the different stars were. Lindir and the twins had 'helped', as well, all three seeming to find it positively scandalous that, as an Elf, I didn't know anything about the stars in the sky, but they were more of a hindrance than anything, and eventually Glorfindel told them - essentially - to sod off. But those three of our traveling companions weren't here now - nor was anyone else but us - and Glorfindel and I spent quite awhile staring up at the stars, pointing them out to each other. I was getting quite good at remembering them, now, and only had to ask Glorfindel what a certain star was every once and awhile.
Eventually, as it always does, the talk petered out, and I felt myself drifting slowly into a blissful sleep. I was almost all the way asleep, in fact, when I felt Glorfindel shift beside me, and then suddenly his face was above mine, looking down at me. I looked questioningly up at him and he smiled down at me lightly before raising his right hand to stroke my cheek. I leaned into the caress, my eyes half closing, and Glorfindel's smile deepened, becoming more tender than before.
After a moment, however, Glorfindel's hand stilled and simply cupped my cheek. I once again looked up at him questioningly - I could tell there was something he wanted to say. Something important. But he didn't seem quite up to saying it yet, because he leaned down and kissed me lightly instead of saying anything. Miracles of miracles, the kiss actually stayed light and tender, instead of progressing as our kisses usually did to passionate - probably due to the situation. When Glorfindel pulled back, he finally spoke.
"I have something rather silly to ask, Rachel." he said, somehow managing to avoid looking into my eyes as he spoke, even though our faces were about six inches away from each other. "I suspect - well, I know I already know the answer." Glorfindel smiled slightly, and I began to get an inkling of what was on his mind. "But I would not feel right if I did not ask it."
"Ask, then." I said, looking at him with both curiosity and slight amusement. Glorfindel's head dropped down to my shoulder, much as it had on that morning way back in Lothlórien when we'd said we loved each other, and I smiled, knowing what was coming next, even before Glorfindel asked me it softly, in Quenya.
"Rachel, will you bind yourself to me?" I hesitated for only a moment, wondering if I should follow the 'ask a silly question, get a silly answer' rule...then I decided not. One doesn't often get into situations where they are alone up at the top of a tree with a sexy Elf-lord who just asked them to marry them, after all.
"Of course." I replied, and promptly kissed the tip of Glorfindel's ear...which was the only part of his face I could see, really, so it made a logical sort of sense. And besides, the shiver that I felt go through Glorfindel's body after I did so was positively amusing. Though amusement was cut short as I found myself being kissed more passionately than I could even remember having been before - that is, while I could still remember anything at all. The kiss brought back that old habit of losing all mental coherency...
At any rate. The rest of the night, during which we did not sleep, was spent either with more of those end-of-coherency kisses (which proved to have an affect on Glorfindel's coherency as well, as shown by the one time he tried to talk right after one and ending out talking incoherent Yoda-speech) and us two having the silliest moments ever due to being overflowing with happiness.
Somehow during the evening, as well, Glorfindel managed to produce engagement rings, which I oooed and aaahed over. Especially when he showed me that they were made out of Ithildin. My comment of 'SHINY!' was greeting with a combination grin and smirk, along with a comment that that was exactly why he'd spent an entire day with Thranduil wrangling enough Ithildin out of him to get the rings made. Though further questioning revealed that, as soon as Glorfindel explained what he wanted the Ithildin for, Thranduil had practically shoved the stuff into his hands. Apparently Thranduil liked me, though he hadn't really acted like it...Elves who like shiny and sparklie stuff stick together, maybe?
Anyways, we arrived for breakfast in the main hall the next morning looking very pleased with ourselves. We kept the hands with the rings out of sight, however, and spent the entire meal making everyone else guess why we looked so pleased. Kari figured it out halfway through the meal, I think, judging from the sudden smile and wink she gave me, but she didn't ask for confirmation, instead making the most outrageous suggestions as to why we were so pleased with ourselves. Though, truthfully, finding a potion that would turn Elrond into a female might have had the same result...
At the end of the meal, however, once everyone else but those at the head table who were in on the conversation with/about Glorfindel and I had drifted away, Elrond got fed up and all but commanded Glorfindel to tell him why the heck we were grinning like idiots.
"Shall we?" Glorfindel asked me blandly, and I nodded as serenely as I could. Then, as one, we lifted our hands bearing the rings and made certain that everyone at the table could see them. We grinned widely as there was several minutes of silence. Then, all at once, everyone was congratulating us at once. Even Elrond, for a wonder. Though I knew he wouldn't like what was coming next. The opening came when Lindir made a comment about my proposed trip being the one-year betrothal period.
"Well, if we were going to follow Elvish customs, yes, it would be." I replied with an innocent smile. Kari, who I hadn't told about the proposed plan even when I'd asked her about what she'd said about our marriage traditions, got quiet, her eyes going wide, as she realized that I was about to flout Elvish customs. Not that she was alone, as everyone immediately went quiet and still at my words.
"What do you mean?" Elrond asked me warily after a moment.
"Well, Kari may have been content to follow Elvish customs instead of her own, but one thing 800 years of traveling has taught me is that you have to hang onto your traditions while you can. Especially when you're immortal." I replied with a smile. "There are not many things from my world that can be carried over to Middle-Earth, however, so I've had to mostly let my traditions go.
"One of the traditions that CAN be carried over, however, is the one about marriage, and I intend to do so...at least for the betrothal and consummation period, and general organization. Because we'd need a bible if we were going to do the actual ceremony from my world - at least, the ceremony that I know - and we don't have one of those. So the Elvish ceremony will have to do...and anyways, the Valar might get a little annoyed if we didn't." There was silence once again around the table, except for the quiet laughter of Kari, who had buried her face in Elrohir's sleeve in an attempt to stifle the sound.
"Would you care to share more about these parts of the ceremony from your world that you are insisting on using, then?" Erestor, ever diplomatic, asked careful.
"Well, the most major difference would be the betrothal and consummation periods. The betrothal period for my world's ceremony is much like yours - only the two betrothed are not required to be separate for it, and the minimum is...well, technically there IS no minimum time." I replied.
"Some get married the same night they get betrothed. Heck, some don't even bother to get betrothed before getting married." Kari put in, having recovered from her laughter and now grinning wickedly as she got into the spirit of things. Everyone at the table looked at her in surprise.
"But...how do they arrange a feast on such short notice?" Elrohir asked with confusion.
"They don't." I replied. "Most of those marriages are short, anyways - the two involved usually dissolve it within a relatively small amount of time. There was one couple that got it dissolved the next day..." I paused for a moment to share an amused looked with Kari, while the rest of the table - even Glorfindel, who could tell that there was some truth to the story - looked shocked. "Glorfindel and I, of course, shall not be doing that, and therefore, we shall have a longer betrothal period. The exact length is yet to be decided, but I suspect it shall be only a little longer than it will take to get everything prepared and in place for the wedding." Those around the table exchanged glances.
"And the consummation period you mentioned...?" Elladan asked, looking as if he was almost afraid to ask.
"Ah yes. The fun part. It's also known as a honeymoon, and it involves the two newly weds going of on a trip of undetermined length, away from jobs, duty, and what not, to simply enjoy being married for awhile without the that pesky thing called 'life' interfering." I replied with a smile. Elrond twitched, the first movement he'd made since I'd spoken up about different customs, and everyone reflexively moved away.
"And you have, of course, decided to combine your 'honeymoon' with your trip down to Ithilien and Dol Amroth." the Lord of Rivendell said quietly, speaking for the first time. I nodded, and Elrond stood and left the hall abruptly. Elrohir and Elladan exchanged worried looks, and then cast a slightly annoyed one at me.
"He needs to deal with it, because I'm not changing my mind." I said firmly. "Glory has been loyal to him and his house EVEN IN DEATH. If he can't cut Glorfindel some slack after however many hundreds -"
"Thousands." Glorfindel corrected.
"- thousands of years it's been, then I will feel rather justified in calling him a spoiled brat." I finished smoothly. Everyone at the table, except for Kari and Glorfindel, gaped a little at that statement. Kari just looked slightly disturbed, while Glorfindel was very carefully keeping his face neutral. I don't blame him - I knew he had to be neutral on this matter, because otherwise things could get rather nasty. But I didn't have to be neutral, and was taking full advantage of the fact.
"You are very presumptuous, and impudent." Elrohir said with a scowl as he rose slowly from his feet, and I was suddenly reminded that this was the Elf that had decided not to go for a ride with Elladan and I because I insisted on wearing trousers and a tunic. "What claim have you to speak about our father that way?! All the titles you have held in your life have been assumed, you have said so yourself. You have no rank, and do not have the privilege to be so disrespectful!" I felt Glorfindel begin to stir beside me, and stood quickly to look Elrohir in the eye before Glorfindel could lose his neutrality.
"I have no official rank from the mouths of the people of this land, or from mine - that is true." I said quietly and quite dangerously. "But you cannot tell me that dieing and being brought back to life by the Valar in an entirely other WORLD does not carry with it some sort of unspoken rank or privileges. I KNOW that being born again at least carries an unspoken rank - after all, Glorfindel's House is gone, and yet he not only retains all the ranks and privileges of being its chief, but has gained some as well, from what I understand. Even if you do not acknowledge that, however, I have always, and will always, speak my mind when required, even when it is to call someone I respect and look up to a spoiled brat." With that, I followed Elrond's example and turned and left the hall. Glorfindel followed after a moments delay.
He came up beside me and walked with me for a moment, then glanced over at me, opened his mouth, abruptly shut it again, shook his head, and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close, but saying nothing. I stayed silent as well - which I think was perhaps one of the smartest things I'd ever done. Because I had just, essentially, stuck Glorfindel between a rock and a hard place, and I think if I had somehow forced him to take either my side or Elrond's, he would have followed his sense of duty. I couldn't help one comment, however.
"That went better than expected." I said as we left the buildings, heading back to his study via the gardens. Glorfindel let out a short, not entirely amused, laugh, gave me a light kiss, and returned to silence as we continued walking.
----To be continued...with the twins revenge!----
(And the permanent scarring of the twins and Glorfindel's minds!)
-Authors Note:-
I have...The Sims! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *cough* I also have the twins, Arwen, Yavanna, Haldir and a random Rachel-esque type elf living in one house in a chaotic attempt to test my multi-tasking skills. Or maybe just to see how many bathrooms six people truly need. (three, I'm guessing, though I only have two) And on a random note, the Haldir Sim? Is currently in the middle of falling head-over-heals for the Rachel-esque type Sim. O.o And I have determined that I'm going to try and make a Glorfindel head, if not an entire Glorfindel skin...it might take me forever, but I'll make it...
Anyways. I hope you all enjoyed the rather serious chapter, and if you didn't, sorry. We return to the normal insanity on Monday, and Wednesday...well, let's just say that the disclaimers for those two chapters are twice as long as usual. (Hey, I had fun, alright?)
And I have another request in preparation for my next fanfic...does anybody out there know Quenya, or can point me towards someone who does? I'm trying my best with the Quenya dictionary I have, but there are a few things I need translated that are more than a word or two long, and I very much doubt I've gotten them right at the moment. And yes, I knew Quenya is essentially the Latin of Middle-Earth. Believe me, though, there's a reason I'm using it.
Well, I think that's about it for this authors note...I'm off to check my emails before returning to my mad-scientist-esque Sim playing...
See y'all again on Monday!
~Crimson Starlight