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Thou shall use things Pink and Fluffy
Elrond emerged from his bathroom three hours later, looking completely normal, though slightly distraught. How could they have got him again? Anyway, no one else knew about this particular incident.
Pity, he had no idea how wrong he was. For at that precise moment, Merry and Pippin were sticking up the final blown up picture of Elrond after he had his makeover...
Elrond emerged from his room, happy that no one had spied him during his latest laps of control. He strode down the hallway towards the dining hall for a late breakfast, and was met with sniggers and whispers. It wasn't until he got to the dining hall he realised why.
There were pictures of him plastered over the walls. Complete with makeup and all!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Elrond in despair, then ran through Rivendell, trying to find the source of these pictures, namely Merry and Pippin. After five minutes of running, he thought better of it and ran to his study and bolted the door shut, to hide from the laughter of the elves outside.
He turned round and closed his eyes as he lent against the door for support. A split second later he opened his eyes again, just to check that they hadn't been deceiving him. They hadn't.
Struggling to unbolt the door so he could run away from this never-ending nightmare, he didn't dare turn around to face the posters that had been stuck up over the back wall of his study.
He ran back to his poster free bedroom, locked the door and wasn't seen for the rest of the day. It wasn't until the late evening that Aragorn discovered him huddled in a corner, rocking back and forth and muttering incoherently.
It was with some persuasion, Aragorn managed to convince Elrond to leave the sanctuary of his bedroom and switch bedchambers with him for at least that night.
Midnight chimed and there was a knock at Elrond's door. Aragorn opened it to see Merry and Pippin.
"Come on in, Lads!" he said. Pippin was dragging a huge black bin bag behind him. Aragorn had to open the door wide to let it in.
Merry crossed to the wardrobe and opened it. "Eugh! Elrond has the worst fashion sense!"
"We'll soon fix that!" replied Pippin, now grinning broadly.
Morning came and Elrond awoke after a good nights sleep. He walked down to his chambers to relieve Aragorn, dressed in his dressing gown and teddy bear slippers. He careful to avoid all public places and he kept to the shadows.
He arrived at the door with a feeling that this calm he had experienced would not last for long. How right he was.
He knocked and entered. The room was deserted. He walked across to his wardrobe and opened it.
The sight was not pretty. Well unless you're in to pink and fluffy things.
Yes. Pink, fluffy, feathers, all over his robes. He hurried to pull them off but only succeeded in ripping a hole in his clothes. There was nothing left in his wardrobe that hadn't been infected by the pink and fluffiness.
He had just resolved to stay in his room for another day when the fire bell rang!
Automatically he panicked. Sprinklers started to go off in his room. To stop himself from getting soaked he threw the clothes over him and darted from the room.
Running outside he was greeted with panicking faces, for the elves of Rivendell did not want their home to burn to the ground. But Elrond put everyone at ease by trying to take control of the situation, and gaining their respect again.
A mistake, as it happens. Drawing attention to him self was not the best idea he had ever had. In fact, it was probably the worst.
Miles away, laughter was heard coming from Rivendell, followed by a scream of humiliation.
Elrond had nowhere to hide until the bell stopped ringing and he was given the all clear to re-enter the building.
He decided to try and talk to the elves, as his utter degradedness couldn't get any worse.
Meanwhile, in a tree in the grounds, Merry and Pippin were watching the whole fiasco from a safe distance.
"Not bad," said Pippin, trying, but failing, to keep a straight face. "Not as good as the toffees."
"Oh well," said Merry, starting to climb down from the tree. "We have plenty of chances to make up for it!"
A.N. Hehehe! We meet Elladan and Elrohir in the next chapter... 'Remember, animals are thys best friend!
Thanx to all our wonderful Reviewers!
Thou shall use things Pink and Fluffy
Elrond emerged from his bathroom three hours later, looking completely normal, though slightly distraught. How could they have got him again? Anyway, no one else knew about this particular incident.
Pity, he had no idea how wrong he was. For at that precise moment, Merry and Pippin were sticking up the final blown up picture of Elrond after he had his makeover...
Elrond emerged from his room, happy that no one had spied him during his latest laps of control. He strode down the hallway towards the dining hall for a late breakfast, and was met with sniggers and whispers. It wasn't until he got to the dining hall he realised why.
There were pictures of him plastered over the walls. Complete with makeup and all!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Elrond in despair, then ran through Rivendell, trying to find the source of these pictures, namely Merry and Pippin. After five minutes of running, he thought better of it and ran to his study and bolted the door shut, to hide from the laughter of the elves outside.
He turned round and closed his eyes as he lent against the door for support. A split second later he opened his eyes again, just to check that they hadn't been deceiving him. They hadn't.
Struggling to unbolt the door so he could run away from this never-ending nightmare, he didn't dare turn around to face the posters that had been stuck up over the back wall of his study.
He ran back to his poster free bedroom, locked the door and wasn't seen for the rest of the day. It wasn't until the late evening that Aragorn discovered him huddled in a corner, rocking back and forth and muttering incoherently.
It was with some persuasion, Aragorn managed to convince Elrond to leave the sanctuary of his bedroom and switch bedchambers with him for at least that night.
Midnight chimed and there was a knock at Elrond's door. Aragorn opened it to see Merry and Pippin.
"Come on in, Lads!" he said. Pippin was dragging a huge black bin bag behind him. Aragorn had to open the door wide to let it in.
Merry crossed to the wardrobe and opened it. "Eugh! Elrond has the worst fashion sense!"
"We'll soon fix that!" replied Pippin, now grinning broadly.
Morning came and Elrond awoke after a good nights sleep. He walked down to his chambers to relieve Aragorn, dressed in his dressing gown and teddy bear slippers. He careful to avoid all public places and he kept to the shadows.
He arrived at the door with a feeling that this calm he had experienced would not last for long. How right he was.
He knocked and entered. The room was deserted. He walked across to his wardrobe and opened it.
The sight was not pretty. Well unless you're in to pink and fluffy things.
Yes. Pink, fluffy, feathers, all over his robes. He hurried to pull them off but only succeeded in ripping a hole in his clothes. There was nothing left in his wardrobe that hadn't been infected by the pink and fluffiness.
He had just resolved to stay in his room for another day when the fire bell rang!
Automatically he panicked. Sprinklers started to go off in his room. To stop himself from getting soaked he threw the clothes over him and darted from the room.
Running outside he was greeted with panicking faces, for the elves of Rivendell did not want their home to burn to the ground. But Elrond put everyone at ease by trying to take control of the situation, and gaining their respect again.
A mistake, as it happens. Drawing attention to him self was not the best idea he had ever had. In fact, it was probably the worst.
Miles away, laughter was heard coming from Rivendell, followed by a scream of humiliation.
Elrond had nowhere to hide until the bell stopped ringing and he was given the all clear to re-enter the building.
He decided to try and talk to the elves, as his utter degradedness couldn't get any worse.
Meanwhile, in a tree in the grounds, Merry and Pippin were watching the whole fiasco from a safe distance.
"Not bad," said Pippin, trying, but failing, to keep a straight face. "Not as good as the toffees."
"Oh well," said Merry, starting to climb down from the tree. "We have plenty of chances to make up for it!"
A.N. Hehehe! We meet Elladan and Elrohir in the next chapter... 'Remember, animals are thys best friend!