(A/N well I've just finished eating the Chinese that I had for dinner, it
was very yummy, I enjoyed it immensely. Then I had ice cream for pudding,
which tasted good too, well now that I have finished regaling you with the
contents of my stomach I will give you the next instalment of Tales of
Insanity.)
"Now my tale took place not that long ago, probably sometime last year, shortly after you four had left Lorien from that rather eventful stay of yours. The day on which this occurred began rather badly for Arwen, and it was due to that she needed rescuing.
To start with my delightful brother Rúmil decided at about four in the morning, when he was coming back from guard duty, that Arwen needed to get up early that morning. I don't know where he got that idea from but as it had been a long night for him I expect he decided that Arwen should be woken up.
Well the method which he used to wake up Arwen happened to be a bucket of icy cold water from the Celebrant being strategically thrown in Arwen's presence."
"He means" broke in Arwen "That the stupid idiot decided to chuck a bucket of freezing cold water over my head"
"Precisely" continued Haldir "And then he chucked a handful of feathers at her as well which proceeded to stick to her now rather wet features giving her the impression of a scrawny hen, valar only knows where he actually got the feathers from"
"I did not look like a scrawny hen" protested Arwen
"Yes you did, and don't interrupt" Haldir said, as if he was talking to a child, which was actually a fairly good description of the way Arwen was acting.
"So anyway, the resulting screech woke up the rest of the elves nearby, who came running in immediately, though not before Rúmil had a chance to run off out the window before he got caught.
After they had all laughed at Arwen's appearance the Lord Celeborn proceeded to lecture her on being disruptive, then we all left her alone spluttering at the unfairness of it.
The next bad thing that happened to her was that when she woke up again, after drying herself and managing to get to sleep, she couldn't find her brush anywhere. She searched for about an hour during which time her hair got even messier than it had been before and in the end she gave up, leaving her hair to look extremely reminiscent of a birds nest.
Her last bout of misfortune came in her clothes. Somehow her dresses were all dirty or too small barring one, and the one which she could wear she hated as the colour really didn't suit her, though I didn't really notice due to the fact I don't really pay much attention to peoples clothes.
So by the time she left her room she was in an extremely bad mood. She snapped at all and sundry, which resulted in all and sundry keeping out of her way, in fact the only time any other elves showed any signs of being near her was when she kept tripping over things, she was being rather clumsy that day you see, and every time she tripped up elves would suddenly appear from places that they hadn't been in before and start laughing at her.
So finally, fed up of being laughed at she stormed off, tripping up spectacularly one last time, to the delight of her now large audience. However we decided to leave her alone for a while, otherwise she was very likely to go into a major sulk.
What happened next I am told went something along these lines.
After storming out of the city she went for a rather long walk that took her almost out of the borders of the woods. Sadly for her she didn't know that a group of hunters from a nearby village had laid some traps earlier that day and she was walking right towards them.
Now she was still being unexplainably clumsy that morning, and to make matters worse she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. Tripping up once more on a snag wire she fell onto the ground and triggered a net. So there she was suspended above the clearing for valar knows how long.
Back in the city, I was wondering where she had got to, after all she had been gone several hours, and we had heard from Galadriel that someone had been inside the woods a little way, they had not come very far, and she didn't think they had been evil so we hadn't investigated, but Arwen didn't know about them so I decided I would see if I could find her, it was quite lucky I did really.
I found her tracks quite easily, there were lots of marks from where she kept tripping over and I followed them towards the edge of the forest. And there I saw her.
She was looking very unamused and dishevelled, hanging in the net, she seemed to be trying to swing herself off the branch that she was tied to, but she wasn't doing a very good job.
Well I walked into the clearing and looked up at her laughing. She didn't really seem very pleased by that but she didn't say anything, so I cut her down quickly. It seems she was waiting for me to let her down because as soon as her feet were on the floor she started yelling at me about laughing at her, taking so long and letting her down to roughly as she hurt herself when the net hit the floor. Talk about ungrateful, rude I call it. And the lecture from her grandparents when she got back, all about acting her age and not being sulky.""
All of them were once more laughing at Arwen's expense, and even more of the surrounding elves had stopped their own conversations to listen to the friends.
"Alright, enough stories about me, lets tell them about someone else now" Arwen was pleading with them.
"Not quite little sister, I've got one more story to tell" said Elladan
"Don't give me all that little sister rubbish, you're only a hundred and eleven years older than me."
"Yes, well dont worry, this is only a short story, and then we can move on to tormenting someone else."
Arwen quietened down, wondering what story he had in mind, her brothers knew so many about her and it was hard to keep track of all the embarrassing things she had done in their presence.
"Now this story occurred on the night of a very important party..."
"No Elladan, don't tell that one"
Elladan ignored her and continued his story, grinning evilly.
(A/N its mothers day today, or at least it was when I was writing this but by the time I put this story up I doubt it still will be, especially as this is chapter 5, and right now I have only put one chapter up and today's a Sunday so the library is shut which means I cant put anymore chapters up due to lack of internet. I need the internet but my dad won't let us get it, its not fair, sulks. Anywho, Namarie and remember to review.)
"Now my tale took place not that long ago, probably sometime last year, shortly after you four had left Lorien from that rather eventful stay of yours. The day on which this occurred began rather badly for Arwen, and it was due to that she needed rescuing.
To start with my delightful brother Rúmil decided at about four in the morning, when he was coming back from guard duty, that Arwen needed to get up early that morning. I don't know where he got that idea from but as it had been a long night for him I expect he decided that Arwen should be woken up.
Well the method which he used to wake up Arwen happened to be a bucket of icy cold water from the Celebrant being strategically thrown in Arwen's presence."
"He means" broke in Arwen "That the stupid idiot decided to chuck a bucket of freezing cold water over my head"
"Precisely" continued Haldir "And then he chucked a handful of feathers at her as well which proceeded to stick to her now rather wet features giving her the impression of a scrawny hen, valar only knows where he actually got the feathers from"
"I did not look like a scrawny hen" protested Arwen
"Yes you did, and don't interrupt" Haldir said, as if he was talking to a child, which was actually a fairly good description of the way Arwen was acting.
"So anyway, the resulting screech woke up the rest of the elves nearby, who came running in immediately, though not before Rúmil had a chance to run off out the window before he got caught.
After they had all laughed at Arwen's appearance the Lord Celeborn proceeded to lecture her on being disruptive, then we all left her alone spluttering at the unfairness of it.
The next bad thing that happened to her was that when she woke up again, after drying herself and managing to get to sleep, she couldn't find her brush anywhere. She searched for about an hour during which time her hair got even messier than it had been before and in the end she gave up, leaving her hair to look extremely reminiscent of a birds nest.
Her last bout of misfortune came in her clothes. Somehow her dresses were all dirty or too small barring one, and the one which she could wear she hated as the colour really didn't suit her, though I didn't really notice due to the fact I don't really pay much attention to peoples clothes.
So by the time she left her room she was in an extremely bad mood. She snapped at all and sundry, which resulted in all and sundry keeping out of her way, in fact the only time any other elves showed any signs of being near her was when she kept tripping over things, she was being rather clumsy that day you see, and every time she tripped up elves would suddenly appear from places that they hadn't been in before and start laughing at her.
So finally, fed up of being laughed at she stormed off, tripping up spectacularly one last time, to the delight of her now large audience. However we decided to leave her alone for a while, otherwise she was very likely to go into a major sulk.
What happened next I am told went something along these lines.
After storming out of the city she went for a rather long walk that took her almost out of the borders of the woods. Sadly for her she didn't know that a group of hunters from a nearby village had laid some traps earlier that day and she was walking right towards them.
Now she was still being unexplainably clumsy that morning, and to make matters worse she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. Tripping up once more on a snag wire she fell onto the ground and triggered a net. So there she was suspended above the clearing for valar knows how long.
Back in the city, I was wondering where she had got to, after all she had been gone several hours, and we had heard from Galadriel that someone had been inside the woods a little way, they had not come very far, and she didn't think they had been evil so we hadn't investigated, but Arwen didn't know about them so I decided I would see if I could find her, it was quite lucky I did really.
I found her tracks quite easily, there were lots of marks from where she kept tripping over and I followed them towards the edge of the forest. And there I saw her.
She was looking very unamused and dishevelled, hanging in the net, she seemed to be trying to swing herself off the branch that she was tied to, but she wasn't doing a very good job.
Well I walked into the clearing and looked up at her laughing. She didn't really seem very pleased by that but she didn't say anything, so I cut her down quickly. It seems she was waiting for me to let her down because as soon as her feet were on the floor she started yelling at me about laughing at her, taking so long and letting her down to roughly as she hurt herself when the net hit the floor. Talk about ungrateful, rude I call it. And the lecture from her grandparents when she got back, all about acting her age and not being sulky.""
All of them were once more laughing at Arwen's expense, and even more of the surrounding elves had stopped their own conversations to listen to the friends.
"Alright, enough stories about me, lets tell them about someone else now" Arwen was pleading with them.
"Not quite little sister, I've got one more story to tell" said Elladan
"Don't give me all that little sister rubbish, you're only a hundred and eleven years older than me."
"Yes, well dont worry, this is only a short story, and then we can move on to tormenting someone else."
Arwen quietened down, wondering what story he had in mind, her brothers knew so many about her and it was hard to keep track of all the embarrassing things she had done in their presence.
"Now this story occurred on the night of a very important party..."
"No Elladan, don't tell that one"
Elladan ignored her and continued his story, grinning evilly.
(A/N its mothers day today, or at least it was when I was writing this but by the time I put this story up I doubt it still will be, especially as this is chapter 5, and right now I have only put one chapter up and today's a Sunday so the library is shut which means I cant put anymore chapters up due to lack of internet. I need the internet but my dad won't let us get it, its not fair, sulks. Anywho, Namarie and remember to review.)