Hey! I know its been a while, sorry. Anyway, when I suddenly realized that people actually liked this story, it came with the realization that I had no idea where I was going to go with it. So this direction is basically the one that stuck in my mind and it's the one I am going to go with.
When Plans Come in Phases, You Know You're In Over Your Head
I've been awake for the past several hours, perfecting my plan. I was woken from a peaceful sleep when it hit me...Now I only need to convince Legolas and Lothiriel to aid me, persuade the court to play along, and fool the entire populace of the kingdoms of men to keep them from rallying to aid their kings...It will be no trouble at all.
She closed the journal, eyes lingering on the elvish symbols that had been embossed onto the cover, and the tea stains Elrohir had dribbled there one morning while trying to read over her shoulder. She'd shouted at him for quite a bit about that. He would have loved to help her with this plan. Hopefully Legolas would be as receptive as her mischievous brothers would have been.
Smiling quietly, she stood up and paced softly to her snoring husband. He was drooling slightly. Laughing faintly, she kissed his head, knowing that the next time she would see him he would probably behave even less 'charmingly'. A swish of long skirts, and she was out the door and off to convince Legolas of her plan.
Of course, I somehow forgot that it was in the five o'clock hour, and when he finally answered the door he was not the kindest nor most receptive of elves.
"Arrwwenn...." said Legolas, splashing his face with water. If Arwen had made up her mind to keep him up, there wasn't much chance of him sleeping again. "Couldn't this have waited for later?"
You know an elf is unhappy with you when he throws all protocol out the window. I will remember for future reference that Legolas whined at me.
"Greenleaf." She said patiently, "It is a good plan. It is almost foolproof, but it does require your help. Do you want to see Estel get away with last night?" She pleaded softly. She had realized long ago that Mordor itself couldn't move her stubborn friend if he so chose.
"Don't call me Greenleaf, Evenstar. I think we should just shoot them and be done with it. Then you and Lothiriel could rule. And it isn't as if Gimli would be terribly missed by his people."
"That would agree with me as well, if it were not for the questions that may arise from the populace if their kings were to suddenly morph into queens." Arwen bit her lip, eyes sparkling with mischief as she approached the elf. "Oh Legolas, please?"
I was born to persuade elves to mischief. It was my life calling. Too bad I missed it, and now I have only revenge against immature husbands. But it will be a good revenge.
A guard woke me up from a good dream just now. There were horses, soldiers, and I think Legolas and Arwen may have been there as well. Then my gaze chanced downwards. And under the horses, being trampled by hooves, was my husband. He didn't seem to be terribly hurt, so I just stood by and watched. Unfortunately, my albeit rather treacherous dreams were interrupted by a soft tapping against the door. Apparently the queen has asked for my presence. I'm off now.
Finally we were all present. Legolas' rooms have been turned into headquarters. Legolas himself was seated at a small table, and when Lothiriel came she sat down across from him. She is far more impressed with my plan than jaded Legolas. He's known the twins, Estel and his own siblings too long. But anyway, Phase One is complete.
We began to discuss the next phases of 'The Plan'.
"WAIT JUST A MINUTE..."
Well, discussion was subjected to elven temper-tantrums. In the end, there was more screaming than there was 'discussion'.
"Now Legolas, what part of this did you not understand?" asked Arwen, glaring sweetly at the elf.
"EVERYTHING EVIDENTLY!" Lothiriel stared at the elf. This was a side she hadn't seen. He was standing up glaring at Arwen, his hair sticking every way from the tangled knot he'd put it in after his rude awakening. His hands were on his hips and he looked angry enough to burst.
"When I agreed to this madness it was not on those terms." He said.
"Well Las," She began, purposely using his childhood name as an attempt to warn him how irritating he was becoming "I did tell you that your involvement would be instrumental to the success of—"
"NO! No, you said it 'required my help,' not that it centered on my help!" He was starting to shake slightly, never a good sign in Lothiriel's opinion.
"Well Las, I refute my previous statement in favor of 'you are instrumental to this plan'. Are you satisfied?"
He seemed eager to continue the argument, but at a loss of what to say. Finally he sat down in a huff and glared behind loose blonde hairs.
"Alright, now that we are all 'on the same page', so to speak, I think phase two is due to begin." With a smile, Arwen walked over to the door, and after opening it motioned for a guard.
A nervous young man approached, bowing slightly at his queen.
"Thank you. Now, I need you to give this exact message to the people. 'The king will remain with his family today and all appointments are canceled unless life-threatening'. Do you understand?" She smiled down at him.
He nodded.
"Good. Now tell the temporary Steward to come see me in a while, ok? He isn't to come to the king but to me."
"Y...Yes, M...M'Lady." He stammered, and fairly ran out the door.
And so Phase Two was ended as it began.
After a few more minutes of 'discussion', Lothiriel left to fulfill her part of Phase Three. Arwen glided quietly over to a disgruntled looking elf.
"Arwen, I'm not going to end up loosing my head over this am I? I mean, I'm not all that insulted, Aragorn was drunk after all..."
"Legolas! It's not about honor, it is about prevention. We can't have the idiots thinking they can get drunk any old day can we?" She smiled at him, before planning out the next Phases of her plan.
I know that this wasn't very long, and I'm sorry, but it is better than nothing, right? Feels she may be too optimistic. Please review, ok?
Reviews!
"Humph! Why do I have to do this again?" asked a distraught dwarf.
Because Gimli, you are in my fanfiction and therefore at my mercy. Now answer the nice reviews please.
"Argh...the elf escaped this...alright! Alright..." Searched through his notes.
"You are here with me, Gimli son of Gloin, the temporary host of Silent Planet News Network. All Silent Planet, all the time! Now is the review section of our programming..." Threw old notes behind him in favor of new, then he pulled out and lit his pipe.
"First of all, to Erestor, 'THANK YOU!! THANK YOU!!!' That was a little note from the author. She is very pleased that you like the story and hopes you liked this one as well. Next, to justso, thank you as well!! The author will agree now to stop using exclamation marks now before I set a temperamental elf on her...."
Okay, okay, I know when I'm defeated. Just to let everyone know, when I say thank you please pretend it has a thousand exclamation marks after it and comes with a cookie.
"And now to ESM, who also seems to like this story." Gimli the newscaster stops for a moment. "Can we get Pointy-ear to do this already?"
Maybe next time Gimli. He would be more pleasant anyway, and he wouldn't be contaminating the station with his pipe's smoke either.
"It isn't contamination, it's entertainment." He blows a smoke ring for effect.
Gandalf does smoke boats. Beat that.
"Humph.... and back to ESM, the author says thank you very much, and she is very happy that you liked it so much, and also that she's not sure if it's amare or amore..."
I used amare because I take Latin and that is how they would have used it, 'amare', in Latin, means 'to love'. But I don't know about the song, sorry.
"And next to, oh...this one...."
Heeheehee. Thank you very much lotr freak. I find them funny too, but obviously Gimli doesn't...
"Yeah, well....You'd better watch your back young missy!"
Oh, I'm quivering with fear Gimli. Yeah right.
"Thank you to Athena Diagon Cat. Here you are!" Glares at triumphant author, as she has taken his pipe away.
"And to Uineniel, thank you very, very much."
I'm so glad you liked it!
"And thank you to fairbird. I hope you are just talking about edan, and not dwarves..."
Thats enough Gimli. Eomer and Aragorn are particularly silly, aren't they....hum, I wonder where Faramir is...
"And lastly (but not leastly!) to daughter of sunlight; well, thank you! We are glad you liked it."
See you guys soon!
When Plans Come in Phases, You Know You're In Over Your Head
I've been awake for the past several hours, perfecting my plan. I was woken from a peaceful sleep when it hit me...Now I only need to convince Legolas and Lothiriel to aid me, persuade the court to play along, and fool the entire populace of the kingdoms of men to keep them from rallying to aid their kings...It will be no trouble at all.
She closed the journal, eyes lingering on the elvish symbols that had been embossed onto the cover, and the tea stains Elrohir had dribbled there one morning while trying to read over her shoulder. She'd shouted at him for quite a bit about that. He would have loved to help her with this plan. Hopefully Legolas would be as receptive as her mischievous brothers would have been.
Smiling quietly, she stood up and paced softly to her snoring husband. He was drooling slightly. Laughing faintly, she kissed his head, knowing that the next time she would see him he would probably behave even less 'charmingly'. A swish of long skirts, and she was out the door and off to convince Legolas of her plan.
Of course, I somehow forgot that it was in the five o'clock hour, and when he finally answered the door he was not the kindest nor most receptive of elves.
"Arrwwenn...." said Legolas, splashing his face with water. If Arwen had made up her mind to keep him up, there wasn't much chance of him sleeping again. "Couldn't this have waited for later?"
You know an elf is unhappy with you when he throws all protocol out the window. I will remember for future reference that Legolas whined at me.
"Greenleaf." She said patiently, "It is a good plan. It is almost foolproof, but it does require your help. Do you want to see Estel get away with last night?" She pleaded softly. She had realized long ago that Mordor itself couldn't move her stubborn friend if he so chose.
"Don't call me Greenleaf, Evenstar. I think we should just shoot them and be done with it. Then you and Lothiriel could rule. And it isn't as if Gimli would be terribly missed by his people."
"That would agree with me as well, if it were not for the questions that may arise from the populace if their kings were to suddenly morph into queens." Arwen bit her lip, eyes sparkling with mischief as she approached the elf. "Oh Legolas, please?"
I was born to persuade elves to mischief. It was my life calling. Too bad I missed it, and now I have only revenge against immature husbands. But it will be a good revenge.
A guard woke me up from a good dream just now. There were horses, soldiers, and I think Legolas and Arwen may have been there as well. Then my gaze chanced downwards. And under the horses, being trampled by hooves, was my husband. He didn't seem to be terribly hurt, so I just stood by and watched. Unfortunately, my albeit rather treacherous dreams were interrupted by a soft tapping against the door. Apparently the queen has asked for my presence. I'm off now.
Finally we were all present. Legolas' rooms have been turned into headquarters. Legolas himself was seated at a small table, and when Lothiriel came she sat down across from him. She is far more impressed with my plan than jaded Legolas. He's known the twins, Estel and his own siblings too long. But anyway, Phase One is complete.
We began to discuss the next phases of 'The Plan'.
"WAIT JUST A MINUTE..."
Well, discussion was subjected to elven temper-tantrums. In the end, there was more screaming than there was 'discussion'.
"Now Legolas, what part of this did you not understand?" asked Arwen, glaring sweetly at the elf.
"EVERYTHING EVIDENTLY!" Lothiriel stared at the elf. This was a side she hadn't seen. He was standing up glaring at Arwen, his hair sticking every way from the tangled knot he'd put it in after his rude awakening. His hands were on his hips and he looked angry enough to burst.
"When I agreed to this madness it was not on those terms." He said.
"Well Las," She began, purposely using his childhood name as an attempt to warn him how irritating he was becoming "I did tell you that your involvement would be instrumental to the success of—"
"NO! No, you said it 'required my help,' not that it centered on my help!" He was starting to shake slightly, never a good sign in Lothiriel's opinion.
"Well Las, I refute my previous statement in favor of 'you are instrumental to this plan'. Are you satisfied?"
He seemed eager to continue the argument, but at a loss of what to say. Finally he sat down in a huff and glared behind loose blonde hairs.
"Alright, now that we are all 'on the same page', so to speak, I think phase two is due to begin." With a smile, Arwen walked over to the door, and after opening it motioned for a guard.
A nervous young man approached, bowing slightly at his queen.
"Thank you. Now, I need you to give this exact message to the people. 'The king will remain with his family today and all appointments are canceled unless life-threatening'. Do you understand?" She smiled down at him.
He nodded.
"Good. Now tell the temporary Steward to come see me in a while, ok? He isn't to come to the king but to me."
"Y...Yes, M...M'Lady." He stammered, and fairly ran out the door.
And so Phase Two was ended as it began.
After a few more minutes of 'discussion', Lothiriel left to fulfill her part of Phase Three. Arwen glided quietly over to a disgruntled looking elf.
"Arwen, I'm not going to end up loosing my head over this am I? I mean, I'm not all that insulted, Aragorn was drunk after all..."
"Legolas! It's not about honor, it is about prevention. We can't have the idiots thinking they can get drunk any old day can we?" She smiled at him, before planning out the next Phases of her plan.
I know that this wasn't very long, and I'm sorry, but it is better than nothing, right? Feels she may be too optimistic. Please review, ok?
Reviews!
"Humph! Why do I have to do this again?" asked a distraught dwarf.
Because Gimli, you are in my fanfiction and therefore at my mercy. Now answer the nice reviews please.
"Argh...the elf escaped this...alright! Alright..." Searched through his notes.
"You are here with me, Gimli son of Gloin, the temporary host of Silent Planet News Network. All Silent Planet, all the time! Now is the review section of our programming..." Threw old notes behind him in favor of new, then he pulled out and lit his pipe.
"First of all, to Erestor, 'THANK YOU!! THANK YOU!!!' That was a little note from the author. She is very pleased that you like the story and hopes you liked this one as well. Next, to justso, thank you as well!! The author will agree now to stop using exclamation marks now before I set a temperamental elf on her...."
Okay, okay, I know when I'm defeated. Just to let everyone know, when I say thank you please pretend it has a thousand exclamation marks after it and comes with a cookie.
"And now to ESM, who also seems to like this story." Gimli the newscaster stops for a moment. "Can we get Pointy-ear to do this already?"
Maybe next time Gimli. He would be more pleasant anyway, and he wouldn't be contaminating the station with his pipe's smoke either.
"It isn't contamination, it's entertainment." He blows a smoke ring for effect.
Gandalf does smoke boats. Beat that.
"Humph.... and back to ESM, the author says thank you very much, and she is very happy that you liked it so much, and also that she's not sure if it's amare or amore..."
I used amare because I take Latin and that is how they would have used it, 'amare', in Latin, means 'to love'. But I don't know about the song, sorry.
"And next to, oh...this one...."
Heeheehee. Thank you very much lotr freak. I find them funny too, but obviously Gimli doesn't...
"Yeah, well....You'd better watch your back young missy!"
Oh, I'm quivering with fear Gimli. Yeah right.
"Thank you to Athena Diagon Cat. Here you are!" Glares at triumphant author, as she has taken his pipe away.
"And to Uineniel, thank you very, very much."
I'm so glad you liked it!
"And thank you to fairbird. I hope you are just talking about edan, and not dwarves..."
Thats enough Gimli. Eomer and Aragorn are particularly silly, aren't they....hum, I wonder where Faramir is...
"And lastly (but not leastly!) to daughter of sunlight; well, thank you! We are glad you liked it."
See you guys soon!