Disclaimer: Disclaimer is not available at the moment, please read the message at the first chapter at the beep. Beep!
Summary:No, we don't find out Aradel's age just what day she was born. You'll see but long story short(then long below) Legolas and his brothers throw her a little birthday party. And lets just say there will be wine )
Setting: Shortly after Rivarly, maybe a month or two.
Happy Birthday
Legolas and Aradel lay lazily on the soft grass with their hands behind their heads and the sun warming their faces. They stared up at the fascinating cloud formations as the sounds of a stream nearby and birds gently chirping. Much conversation wasn't needed on such a fine day but when it did arise they kept it short and to the point.
"What day is your birthday on?" Legolas asked, his golden hair, glowing in the sun's rays fanned around his head in a way that would have made Thranduil shake his head.
"What do you mean?" she replied, her brown hair, radiantly spread widely over her shoulders like an upside down bowl in a way that would have made Thranduil look towards his son and shake his head.
"Well you insist on keeping your age from me so I would at least like to know when I can wish you a happy birthday." He replied.
"If you think I'm going to tell you the year I was born then think again. As far as I can tell you can do simple math and to tell you would be a very stupid move on my part." She sat up and looked at him indignantly.
He too sat up and smiled at her, cocking his head cutely. "I meant not for you to tell me anything of that sort. I meant only to find out what day of which month you were born on. For example: I was born on the sixth of May."
"Oh." She exclaimed, drawing it out longer than was nescissary. "I see. Well then, if that's all I was born on the thirty-first of December."
"That is tomorrow!" he exclaimed with surprise. "And but a day from when we first met, approximately a year ago."
"That's right." She nodded in confirmation.
He sighed and lay back down, again staring at the sky in a state of bliss. Soon afterward Aradel followed suit and they lay for hours, long after sundown.
Two Days Later
"Quickly!" Legolas whispered urgently as he led the highly irritated but excited woman through the thick forest to a spot where he said he had found something dead. "If we do not reach it soon the wilderness will probably have eaten be the time we do so."
"I'm coming! I would be coming a lot faster if you would stop flipping all those branches at me!" she retorted as he flipped another one back into her face and another into her gut.
"Oh, begging your pardon, I didn't realize." He muttered quickly, waving a hurrying hand at her. "Hurry!"
She growled quietly following him through tall trees and short bushes and plants of the like. After about ten more minutes of aggravated and irritating traveling not to mention all of the cursing and fist shaking from Aradel, they arrived in front of a particularly thick, tall bush blocking the entrance to what Legolas knew, and Aradel thought was a clearing.
He turned to face her and whispered, "I shall go in first to make sure everything is still there and no danger approaches. You stay here until I tell you to come." Subtly she rolled her eyes, which was lost on him, and nodded. He parted a section in the bushes and went through it.
She sighed dejectedly and sat down, crossing her legs and leaning on her hands behind her for support. Then she heard a muffled sound that sounded as though it was coming from merry Elves. Laughter rang out suddenly from the clearing, though it was definitely trying to be stifled.
Then a golden head appeared from within the branches, Legolas'. "You can come now, but be careful, this might scare you a little." His head retreated and she stood up to follow him. Slowly, heeding Legolas' warning, she stepped through the bushes into the clearing.
"SURPRISE!" three voices rang out as loud as their lungs would permit. She jumped only a little but did all the same as she quickly tried to absorb all of her surroundings.
It was a nice clearing, with all plant or otherwise debris had been taken away and the grass trimmed to the best of their ability. A table covered in satin cloths and with wooden benches on either sides of it had been set up with fruits and breads and wines of sorts. Hung along the trees was brightly coloured ribbon and upon the ribbon lanterns of many cheery colours were hung for later when the sun set. To top it off glitter had been thrown over it all and made everything sparkle magnificently.
"You were right, Legolas, this is scary." Was the only thing she could say. "What is all this?"
"It is your birthday party of course! And I wish you a happy one at that." Legolas replied.
"We wanted an excuse to have a party without father trying to set Legolas up with as many maidens as would comply." Galathil added.
"None of this food will be missed, we nicked it from Galion's personal kitchen. He has so much in there he wouldn't notice if we had taken a thousand pounds of meat. But to be safe we did not take any meat." Nacumirus added.
"Hm. What a lovely surprise, I really didn't suspect a thing. But honestly Legolas, you found something dead?" she turned accusingly towards him.
"I felt it unnecessary to create such an extravagant lie that you would believe, for if I did it would no doubt have reached the ears of many, both friend and foe." He replied.
"I see."
"Do you really?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Yes! Now stop questioning me and let's eat." She walked briskly to the table and took a bunch of grapes from a large bowl. Along with that she got a nice piece of French bread and a mug (they didn't dare take the goblets or fine china) red wine. After taking one sip, however, she put it down and didn't touch it again.
"I thought I liked wine." She told herself and whoever happened to be listening to her.
Legolas stared opened mouthed at her. "You don't like wine?" he asked, astounded.
"No, me oh my no. I find it a bit bitter and uneven for my tastes. It is amusing that I am the only one in this world that thinks so, for most people describe wine as sweet and smooth, which was quite misleading if I do say so myself." She replied.
"I have been drinking wine at meals and such since I was a tiny Elfling. No older than forty." He said as he picked up an apple and munched on it while talking to her.
"Perhaps that's why I don't like it. I started drinking it when I was quite old, I remember I liked it. Maybe it was the alcohol that excited me but now it's not quite as appetizing." She started popping grapes in her mouth.
"You are strange." He said simply with a sigh, snatching one of her grapes.
She narrowed her eyes menacingly but remained calm so no one got hurt and replied. "I know, it's brilliant fun though."
"I take it back. You're not strange, you're just plain insane."
"That's better than being sane." She said with a subtly shaking of her head.
"What do you mean?"
"If you're sane, you're meant to act a certain way. You have to talk, walk, act, and dress like everyone else. Like a clone. You're not allowed to do anything out of the ordinary. That's fine for some people, don't get me wrong, for some people it's perfectly fine and dandy."
She looked at him for some kind of response but got none so continued. "When you are officially dubbed insane you can do whatever you like. It doesn't matter if it doesn't meet the approval of the general public because they have already labeled you, they've passed their judgment and it will most likely not change."
"You know what I find highly amusing?" she shook her head. "I was not listening to a word you just said." He took a deep swig from the mug in which he had been nursing from the beginning of Aradel's mini seminar.
"Oh, I'm sorry let me repeat it for you. When you're sane-" he held up a hand to stop her but miraculously, she continued, "you're meant to-" she did however stop when Galathil, who just happened to be walking behind her, smacked her on the back of the head.
"Well," she stated indignantly standing up. "I can see I'm not wanted here."
'Why I never!' she thought to herself, 'I ought to bust a cap in his ass.'
Sticking her nose exaggerated immensely into the air she strode over to strike up a conversation with Nacumirus about candy and its effect on energy levels.
Within fifteen minutes, all three Elven brothers were completely intoxicated. In other words glazed, tipsy, totaled, plowed, soused, inebriated, drunk, wasted, plastered, hammered and so on and so forth.
She watched in mild amusement as they stumbled back and forth trying to get a grip and find their feet.
There was a dull thud as Nacumirus fell down and began to clutch his thigh in pain. "Oh no!" he cried in distress. "I fell off the ground! Charlie horse! Charlie horse!"
Before she had time to laugh at him Galathil staggered up to her and pointed accusingly. "You stole my baby!" he shrieked. "You stole my baby!" She raised an eyebrow as he kept yelling about being a mother and how a mother can't die. After about a minute of that he hiccuped and passed out, landing with yet another thud on the ground at her feet.
Clearing her throat indignantly she nudged him away from her with her boot and turned to Legolas who was now yelling at tree about being too tall and old. "Shut up! Stay away from my wife!" he was now yelling at it. He fell over and started crawling away from it in terror.
She sighed and decided she might as well help him. "Come on." She grunted trying to pull him to his feet and to the table. With much difficulty she managed to do so, eventually and sat down beside him.
"No!" he screeched, "You have to kill the trees! They're conspiring against me!"
With another forlorn sigh she turned and kicked the nearest tree lightly. "Better?"
He nodded vigorously, then cocked his head and smiled. "You're so pretty." He leaned in to touch her face but she backed up and he fell flat on his face on the bench. 'Tut-tut'ing to herself she noticed it was getting very late. It was past sundown.
Slowly and painfully she carried, dragged and shoved all three of them back to the steps of their home and laid them there to be found by either Thranduil or one of the butlers or maids.
As she walked back to her special sleeping tree to sit and wait for exhaustion to set in she thought of her past birthdays. The first couple had been very nice indeed, considering her parents and their resources. After that she hadn't had any. None at all, which she found a little sad when she thought about it. Today had indeed been a very happy birthday.
The End
A/N: I had a longer version of this that includes the aftermath of the drunkness(the hangover) and she tells them how they acted. It's not much longer but its longer. If you want to see it then just review and tell me so! Nehoo, bye-bye!:D
Summary:No, we don't find out Aradel's age just what day she was born. You'll see but long story short(then long below) Legolas and his brothers throw her a little birthday party. And lets just say there will be wine )
Setting: Shortly after Rivarly, maybe a month or two.
Happy Birthday
Legolas and Aradel lay lazily on the soft grass with their hands behind their heads and the sun warming their faces. They stared up at the fascinating cloud formations as the sounds of a stream nearby and birds gently chirping. Much conversation wasn't needed on such a fine day but when it did arise they kept it short and to the point.
"What day is your birthday on?" Legolas asked, his golden hair, glowing in the sun's rays fanned around his head in a way that would have made Thranduil shake his head.
"What do you mean?" she replied, her brown hair, radiantly spread widely over her shoulders like an upside down bowl in a way that would have made Thranduil look towards his son and shake his head.
"Well you insist on keeping your age from me so I would at least like to know when I can wish you a happy birthday." He replied.
"If you think I'm going to tell you the year I was born then think again. As far as I can tell you can do simple math and to tell you would be a very stupid move on my part." She sat up and looked at him indignantly.
He too sat up and smiled at her, cocking his head cutely. "I meant not for you to tell me anything of that sort. I meant only to find out what day of which month you were born on. For example: I was born on the sixth of May."
"Oh." She exclaimed, drawing it out longer than was nescissary. "I see. Well then, if that's all I was born on the thirty-first of December."
"That is tomorrow!" he exclaimed with surprise. "And but a day from when we first met, approximately a year ago."
"That's right." She nodded in confirmation.
He sighed and lay back down, again staring at the sky in a state of bliss. Soon afterward Aradel followed suit and they lay for hours, long after sundown.
Two Days Later
"Quickly!" Legolas whispered urgently as he led the highly irritated but excited woman through the thick forest to a spot where he said he had found something dead. "If we do not reach it soon the wilderness will probably have eaten be the time we do so."
"I'm coming! I would be coming a lot faster if you would stop flipping all those branches at me!" she retorted as he flipped another one back into her face and another into her gut.
"Oh, begging your pardon, I didn't realize." He muttered quickly, waving a hurrying hand at her. "Hurry!"
She growled quietly following him through tall trees and short bushes and plants of the like. After about ten more minutes of aggravated and irritating traveling not to mention all of the cursing and fist shaking from Aradel, they arrived in front of a particularly thick, tall bush blocking the entrance to what Legolas knew, and Aradel thought was a clearing.
He turned to face her and whispered, "I shall go in first to make sure everything is still there and no danger approaches. You stay here until I tell you to come." Subtly she rolled her eyes, which was lost on him, and nodded. He parted a section in the bushes and went through it.
She sighed dejectedly and sat down, crossing her legs and leaning on her hands behind her for support. Then she heard a muffled sound that sounded as though it was coming from merry Elves. Laughter rang out suddenly from the clearing, though it was definitely trying to be stifled.
Then a golden head appeared from within the branches, Legolas'. "You can come now, but be careful, this might scare you a little." His head retreated and she stood up to follow him. Slowly, heeding Legolas' warning, she stepped through the bushes into the clearing.
"SURPRISE!" three voices rang out as loud as their lungs would permit. She jumped only a little but did all the same as she quickly tried to absorb all of her surroundings.
It was a nice clearing, with all plant or otherwise debris had been taken away and the grass trimmed to the best of their ability. A table covered in satin cloths and with wooden benches on either sides of it had been set up with fruits and breads and wines of sorts. Hung along the trees was brightly coloured ribbon and upon the ribbon lanterns of many cheery colours were hung for later when the sun set. To top it off glitter had been thrown over it all and made everything sparkle magnificently.
"You were right, Legolas, this is scary." Was the only thing she could say. "What is all this?"
"It is your birthday party of course! And I wish you a happy one at that." Legolas replied.
"We wanted an excuse to have a party without father trying to set Legolas up with as many maidens as would comply." Galathil added.
"None of this food will be missed, we nicked it from Galion's personal kitchen. He has so much in there he wouldn't notice if we had taken a thousand pounds of meat. But to be safe we did not take any meat." Nacumirus added.
"Hm. What a lovely surprise, I really didn't suspect a thing. But honestly Legolas, you found something dead?" she turned accusingly towards him.
"I felt it unnecessary to create such an extravagant lie that you would believe, for if I did it would no doubt have reached the ears of many, both friend and foe." He replied.
"I see."
"Do you really?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Yes! Now stop questioning me and let's eat." She walked briskly to the table and took a bunch of grapes from a large bowl. Along with that she got a nice piece of French bread and a mug (they didn't dare take the goblets or fine china) red wine. After taking one sip, however, she put it down and didn't touch it again.
"I thought I liked wine." She told herself and whoever happened to be listening to her.
Legolas stared opened mouthed at her. "You don't like wine?" he asked, astounded.
"No, me oh my no. I find it a bit bitter and uneven for my tastes. It is amusing that I am the only one in this world that thinks so, for most people describe wine as sweet and smooth, which was quite misleading if I do say so myself." She replied.
"I have been drinking wine at meals and such since I was a tiny Elfling. No older than forty." He said as he picked up an apple and munched on it while talking to her.
"Perhaps that's why I don't like it. I started drinking it when I was quite old, I remember I liked it. Maybe it was the alcohol that excited me but now it's not quite as appetizing." She started popping grapes in her mouth.
"You are strange." He said simply with a sigh, snatching one of her grapes.
She narrowed her eyes menacingly but remained calm so no one got hurt and replied. "I know, it's brilliant fun though."
"I take it back. You're not strange, you're just plain insane."
"That's better than being sane." She said with a subtly shaking of her head.
"What do you mean?"
"If you're sane, you're meant to act a certain way. You have to talk, walk, act, and dress like everyone else. Like a clone. You're not allowed to do anything out of the ordinary. That's fine for some people, don't get me wrong, for some people it's perfectly fine and dandy."
She looked at him for some kind of response but got none so continued. "When you are officially dubbed insane you can do whatever you like. It doesn't matter if it doesn't meet the approval of the general public because they have already labeled you, they've passed their judgment and it will most likely not change."
"You know what I find highly amusing?" she shook her head. "I was not listening to a word you just said." He took a deep swig from the mug in which he had been nursing from the beginning of Aradel's mini seminar.
"Oh, I'm sorry let me repeat it for you. When you're sane-" he held up a hand to stop her but miraculously, she continued, "you're meant to-" she did however stop when Galathil, who just happened to be walking behind her, smacked her on the back of the head.
"Well," she stated indignantly standing up. "I can see I'm not wanted here."
'Why I never!' she thought to herself, 'I ought to bust a cap in his ass.'
Sticking her nose exaggerated immensely into the air she strode over to strike up a conversation with Nacumirus about candy and its effect on energy levels.
Within fifteen minutes, all three Elven brothers were completely intoxicated. In other words glazed, tipsy, totaled, plowed, soused, inebriated, drunk, wasted, plastered, hammered and so on and so forth.
She watched in mild amusement as they stumbled back and forth trying to get a grip and find their feet.
There was a dull thud as Nacumirus fell down and began to clutch his thigh in pain. "Oh no!" he cried in distress. "I fell off the ground! Charlie horse! Charlie horse!"
Before she had time to laugh at him Galathil staggered up to her and pointed accusingly. "You stole my baby!" he shrieked. "You stole my baby!" She raised an eyebrow as he kept yelling about being a mother and how a mother can't die. After about a minute of that he hiccuped and passed out, landing with yet another thud on the ground at her feet.
Clearing her throat indignantly she nudged him away from her with her boot and turned to Legolas who was now yelling at tree about being too tall and old. "Shut up! Stay away from my wife!" he was now yelling at it. He fell over and started crawling away from it in terror.
She sighed and decided she might as well help him. "Come on." She grunted trying to pull him to his feet and to the table. With much difficulty she managed to do so, eventually and sat down beside him.
"No!" he screeched, "You have to kill the trees! They're conspiring against me!"
With another forlorn sigh she turned and kicked the nearest tree lightly. "Better?"
He nodded vigorously, then cocked his head and smiled. "You're so pretty." He leaned in to touch her face but she backed up and he fell flat on his face on the bench. 'Tut-tut'ing to herself she noticed it was getting very late. It was past sundown.
Slowly and painfully she carried, dragged and shoved all three of them back to the steps of their home and laid them there to be found by either Thranduil or one of the butlers or maids.
As she walked back to her special sleeping tree to sit and wait for exhaustion to set in she thought of her past birthdays. The first couple had been very nice indeed, considering her parents and their resources. After that she hadn't had any. None at all, which she found a little sad when she thought about it. Today had indeed been a very happy birthday.
The End
A/N: I had a longer version of this that includes the aftermath of the drunkness(the hangover) and she tells them how they acted. It's not much longer but its longer. If you want to see it then just review and tell me so! Nehoo, bye-bye!:D