NOTE: Celeborn's theme is to the tune of "Might Mouse"

Celeborn quickly jotted down a note for Galadriel.

Dearest Gladdy-Poo,

I am afraid that Elrond needs me urgently in Rivendell. They are having some accounting problems, (not a surprise considering the Rivendell Elves' lack of math skills). I'll return in about a week's time.

Keep the talan warm, sweetest Honey Bunny.

Love your sugar daddy, Celeborn 

"I really wish you'd stop ragging on mine and Erestor's lack of arithmetic skills." Elrond bent over Celeborn's shoulder. He snorted when he read their pet names. "You can't be serious, you call her Gladdy-Poo and she calls you Sugar daddy!?" Celeborn glared at his friend who was chuckling.

"Oh shut-up, and lets get going…"

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TWO DAYS LATER….

King Thranduil sat comfortably on Glorfindel's couch, sipping his goblet of miruvor. "You know, I wouldn't have stood for Celebrian's behavior one minute if I was Elrond."

Glorfindel looked from where he was crashed on the floor. The room was in terrible disarray from the party the night before, bottles were everywhere, and all furniture but the couch was knocked over. His curtains had been torn down and hung across the room, which also smelled an awful lot like hobbit weed.

He tried to get up, but he head swam so badly he felt sick, and instead opted to crawl along the floor till he could slide up onto the couch next to Thranduil.

"Say that again, my Lord…" Glorfindel clutched the side of his head, and closed one eye painful, keeping the other on the elf next to him.

Thranduil swirled the wine he was drinking and repeated himself, "I said, if I was Elrond, I wouldn't let Celebrian get away with such behavior."

Glorfindel's stomach wrenched. Erestor really was going to kill him. He must have told Thranduil the secrets of the Lord and Lady's marital problems.

Reading his expression and thoughts, Thranduil spoke, "Nay, you didn't say anything. Celebrian drank some of the wine I brought, which is much stronger than yours. She then proceeded to blab all about Elrond's 'shortcoming', before collapsing into a snoring sleep."

"Oh thank Eru, Erestor won't kill…" Glorfindel was cut off as a piercing sound echoed through the First Homely House. Erestor's screams of shock and panic shattered the still morning air, as he rushed into Glorfindel's room.

"OH BY ERU! I swear the Valar curse me!" He cried tearing at his hair. "T-T-They…" Erestor trailed off before collapsing in a faint, Glorfindel barely catching him. He laid Erestor on the couch, and exchanged a look with Thranduil. Both elves rushed out of the room at the sound of strange singing.

"Dissatisfaction never hangs around,

When you hear this Lusty sound!

'Here I come to get you laid!'

That means Teleporno is on his way!

When you're left unsatisfied at night,

Teleporno will come set you right.
On the sea or on the land, 
He gets the situation well in hand."

Glorfindel paled at the sight of Lord Celeborn and Lord Elrond dashing about the council room in their costumes. Celeborn was singing at the top of his lungs and striking, what he thought were dashing, poses. Elrond was actually half-heartedly singing along. In reality, he was grumbling something about dumb theme songs that left out the sidekick. Thranduil leaned with his arms crossed against the doorframe and smirked at the silliness before him.

"So my Lords, this is what the Lords of Imladris and Lorien do in their spare time. Tis' a shame that I live so far from this insanity." Thranduil's voice dripping with sarcasm caused all heads to turn to him.

Lord Celeborn paused mid-leaping pose and crashed to the floor when his eyes met Thranduil's. Elrond just turned an unseemly shade of bright red, and tried to cover up the jagged hole he'd cut out of his leggings. Celeborn quickly stood up and brushed himself off.

"Elrond, I think we are busted…"

Erestor stumbled through the doorway, took one looked at the two lords and then passed out again. This time he fell to the floor, as Glorfindel didn't catch him in time.

Stepping over Erestor's limp body, Thranduil approached the dynamic duo. "And pray tell, what is this all about?"