"Arwen?" Elrond asked as he came close to her.
"Yes, Ada?" answered Arwen with a questioning look.
"Can you greet all our guests that will be coming? Send them to the rooms that were prepared for them," Elrond answered.
"We're going to have a party?!?" Arwen cried, raising her eyebrows. Elrond hadn't been to a party for like 2500 years.
"For my council, Arwen," Elrond sighed, knowing well how his daughter would behave if he would ever have the stupid idea to throw a party.
Arwen hid her disappointment and nodded. She then changed into a silky lavender gown. She combed her hair until it was sleek and shiny. She then hurried to the courtyard to greet Gloin and Gimli. She used earplugs just in case she heard the tenth Ringwraith again.
"Mae Gouvannen Dear Dwarfs! Lady Arwen Undomiel at your service!" Arwen greeted as she bowed.
"Greetings! I'm Gloin and this is my son Gimli!" piped Gloin as he made traditional Dwarfish gestures of greeting. Arwen didn't hear him because of her earplugs and judging by his gestures, she thought that he wanted to peek under her gown.
"How dare you!!!" cried Arwen as she slapped him hard. Then she briskly told them their rooms and walked away. Wondering what had upset her, the Dwarfs set out to their rooms, which turned out to be the garbage disposal room.
Arwen pouted, hands on her hips. However, a smile played at her lips when she saw Legolas.
"Mae Gouvannen, Lady of Rivendell! Pleasure to meet you again!" said Legolas. Arwen didn't move or say anything in return.
"Pleasure to meet you again..." Legolas repeated. After two minutes had gone by, Legolas sighed and shouted: "PLEASURE TO MEET YOU AGAIN!!!" But she STILL didn't answer.
"You've been wearing your earplugs again," Legolas said as he took them off. "Pleasure to meet you again!"
"Oh, welcome to Rivendell, Legolas!" Arwen replied and she led him to his room.
Once they reached his room, Arwen opened the door and led him in. The room's walls were adorned with paintings and the bed was covered in pillows. "You know, this room was designed for you and your father and there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time," Arwen said calmly. Legolas grinned, thinking he had finally won her heart
"What?" he asked innocently.
"You nance like a fairy!" Arwen taunted.
At this, he was totally caught off guard. "Oh yeah? Well, then you nance too because you're also an elf!"
"I don't nance, only you do, you long-haired pointy-eared princeling!" Arwen cried, finally getting her revenge on him after he had taunted her for 2000 years. She threw a pillow at his face.
"Hey! My face!!!" Legolas cried, appalled.
Pillows went flying back and forth along with a great deal of insults and Elvish curses. Elrond heard the bustle and decided to end it. He went straight to the source of the commotion, and all he saw was a cloud of white feathers.
"STOP!" Elrond cried, looking the same way when he was on Mt. Doom.
Both elves, shrouded in feathers stopped abruptly, and watched as Elrond's face turned red with anger. He tried to control his temper, and said, "Arwen, Boromir is waiting. Legolas, come, I will show you to another room with less thrown pillows."
"Yes, Ada?" answered Arwen with a questioning look.
"Can you greet all our guests that will be coming? Send them to the rooms that were prepared for them," Elrond answered.
"We're going to have a party?!?" Arwen cried, raising her eyebrows. Elrond hadn't been to a party for like 2500 years.
"For my council, Arwen," Elrond sighed, knowing well how his daughter would behave if he would ever have the stupid idea to throw a party.
Arwen hid her disappointment and nodded. She then changed into a silky lavender gown. She combed her hair until it was sleek and shiny. She then hurried to the courtyard to greet Gloin and Gimli. She used earplugs just in case she heard the tenth Ringwraith again.
"Mae Gouvannen Dear Dwarfs! Lady Arwen Undomiel at your service!" Arwen greeted as she bowed.
"Greetings! I'm Gloin and this is my son Gimli!" piped Gloin as he made traditional Dwarfish gestures of greeting. Arwen didn't hear him because of her earplugs and judging by his gestures, she thought that he wanted to peek under her gown.
"How dare you!!!" cried Arwen as she slapped him hard. Then she briskly told them their rooms and walked away. Wondering what had upset her, the Dwarfs set out to their rooms, which turned out to be the garbage disposal room.
Arwen pouted, hands on her hips. However, a smile played at her lips when she saw Legolas.
"Mae Gouvannen, Lady of Rivendell! Pleasure to meet you again!" said Legolas. Arwen didn't move or say anything in return.
"Pleasure to meet you again..." Legolas repeated. After two minutes had gone by, Legolas sighed and shouted: "PLEASURE TO MEET YOU AGAIN!!!" But she STILL didn't answer.
"You've been wearing your earplugs again," Legolas said as he took them off. "Pleasure to meet you again!"
"Oh, welcome to Rivendell, Legolas!" Arwen replied and she led him to his room.
Once they reached his room, Arwen opened the door and led him in. The room's walls were adorned with paintings and the bed was covered in pillows. "You know, this room was designed for you and your father and there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time," Arwen said calmly. Legolas grinned, thinking he had finally won her heart
"What?" he asked innocently.
"You nance like a fairy!" Arwen taunted.
At this, he was totally caught off guard. "Oh yeah? Well, then you nance too because you're also an elf!"
"I don't nance, only you do, you long-haired pointy-eared princeling!" Arwen cried, finally getting her revenge on him after he had taunted her for 2000 years. She threw a pillow at his face.
"Hey! My face!!!" Legolas cried, appalled.
Pillows went flying back and forth along with a great deal of insults and Elvish curses. Elrond heard the bustle and decided to end it. He went straight to the source of the commotion, and all he saw was a cloud of white feathers.
"STOP!" Elrond cried, looking the same way when he was on Mt. Doom.
Both elves, shrouded in feathers stopped abruptly, and watched as Elrond's face turned red with anger. He tried to control his temper, and said, "Arwen, Boromir is waiting. Legolas, come, I will show you to another room with less thrown pillows."