Ok… this is the third time I'm writing this chapter and if anything goes wrong I just may have a nervous breakdown, jump out of my window, land on the floaty thing in the pool and fly away to a land of dreams and mythical creatures where the word "psychedelic" is accepted.

Music I listened to while I wrote this: the Starting Line only 'cause of my sister, Cheap Sex, the Buzzcocks, the Beatles, Dropkick Murphys

Glorfindel's Revenge: the chapter devoted to turkey day

Cecil entered the room he thought Sake most likely to reside, before noticing it only held Legolas, he spoke, "Listen Sake, I really think you should start-- Where's Sa--" Before he could finish his question, he found himself face down on the floor. He pushed himself up in an awkward push-up like movement, knocking Sake off his back.

She recuperated from the fall, and sat facing him on her knees. Full clad in a strange Indian kiss my ass political correctness costume, war paint and all, she yelled enthusiastically, "Happy Turkey Day Cecil!"

Cecil sat cross-legged, facing her, "You mean Thanksgiving?"

"Turkey Day… No one cares about the thanks part. Only football, beer, and turkey. Football Day isn't very appealing to me, and though Beer Day sounds great, I don't think it'd sit well with the schools. That's why we have to stick to Turkey Day!"

"Right… what's with the costume?"

"Cecil! Everyone knows the origins of Thanksgiving… the Pilgrims were playing soccer, football at the time, when a few drunk Indians stumbled in and fell on the ball. They flattened the ball and it became lemon shaped. The Indians didn't know how to play this "football" so they picked it up and started throwing it around. The pilgrims tried to stop them but they couldn't intercept the ball, so they took to tackling the Indians instead. Eventually they all got tired and sat down to eat. Coincidently, Turkey was the meal of the day. After the food they all got drunk and played some more Indian style football."

At this point Cecil was staring at her like she had three heads. Sake crawled towards him, stopping to put feathers in his hair. Realizing it was safer not resist, Cecil just asked, "But why are you dressed like an Indian?"

"Because they have cooler outfits! No one wants to dress like a pilgrim…"

"I'm sure you could force someone."

"Hm… yes… oooo," Sake donned a strange grin.

Seeing this, Legolas sat up, already in his own costume, "What are you thinking?"

"Let's have a party!" Sake was up, dancing around the room, "We can have a nifty Thanksgiving party! And we'll have lots of food… and alcohol… and costumes! Everyone must wears costume! Cecil go find Arwen… " She got up and skipped out before anyone could say a thing.

Legolas spoke first, "This is going to be interesting…"

Cecil merely nodded as he got up, digging an old address out of his pocket. He looked down, shook his head, and left the room.

Cecil swallowed, and knocked on the door. He stood there for only a minute before it was answered. Expecting to see Tinco again, he opened his mouth to speak. When he noticed it was Lady Alionae he stopped, took another deep breath and then began, "Sake, would like to… formally invite you to a.. uhm… Thanksgiving… party. Dress in.. Indian or uh… pilgrim attire, and don't forget out dear friend… Harry," Cecil paused, peeking past Lady Alionae, and into the room where Arwen sat, rocking in a corner and mumbling to herself, "I guess that's all.. Hope to see you there?"

Lady Alionae merely nodded, laughing at the strange attire of the elf. Cecil began to back away, a bit frightened of her strange behavior. Tinco, noticing this, took the opportunity to hit Lady Alionae with a paddle. At this point, Cecil was gone.

Later that day…

The moment Arwen walked in, Sake grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the rest of the crowd. "Come on! Get ready!" She said, as she through Arwen into a room where several servants awaited her arrival. Sake then ran back to her hall and sat at the table, looking down a long line of elf lords and random other people dressed in costume.

Arwen entered in a very elegant dress, standing out quite a bit from the rest of the group. Sake pulled up a chair next to her, grinning. Arwen sat, hesitantly though. Dinner started and went on without anything too big happening. At one point Arwen did find plastic fruits on her dish, though.

Then… Turkey Time!

A servant brought a large turkey on a platter to the table, shaking all the way under its large mass and weight. As the turkey was plopped onto the table, the doors were kicked open… The one responsible shocked everyone…except Sake, of course.

Who was it?

Sheldon the Evil Turkey.

"HOW DARE YOU EAT MY KIN?!" Sheldon raced to the table, snatching up the turkey and hugging it, "I DEMAND TO KNOW WHO IS RESPONGSIBLE!"

Terrified, everyone shook their heads exclaiming that it was not them. Through all the panic, Sake stood, and tapped a whine glass. Silence took over and everyone turned to stare at Sake, thinking she was about to admit to the act.

"It was… HER!" Sake pointed, accusing Arwen.

Arwen stood up, outraged, "It was not! It was you!"

Sheldon's head went back and forth like a tennis match as the two girls exchanged, "no, you's" for a good 15 minutes. Finally making himself dizzy, Sheldon put an end to the argument, "STOP!"

Sake turned to him, "Come on Sheldon, man! Look at her… she's obviously the host of this whole thing. And besides… I'm Turkish, why would I eat a Turkey?"

Cecil opened his mouth to point out the completely irrelevance of that fact, but was silenced by a death glare from Sake.

Sheldon thought this over for a minute, then he nodded, "Of course… we're practically related! Why would you kill a turkey?"

"Yeah! It's like treason against my country."

Sheldon went over to Sake and held out his wing, "You can always count on me from now on, homie," Sake slapped his hand, and nodded. Sheldon then turned to Arwen, "and as for you… TURKEYS!" A large army of turkeys piled in through the doors, stampeding over the table, leaving no food for the guests. The whole room was soon covered in Turkey, but shortly after the all filed out. When they were gone, there was no Arwen and only Sheldon was left. "It is time I depart as well," Sheldon told Sake.

Sake walked him to the door, whispering to him, "Just do me a favor and don't KILL her?"

Sheldon nodded as he walked out the door and Sake waved him off.

She then returned to the table that sat frozen in shock, "Well… I'm beat! Goodnight everyone!" Sake stretched, and headed out.

As they watched her walk out, a chandelier fell in the background, and Legolas blew a turkey feather out of his face. Other than that, the room was still.

ENd

Right…that was pretty weird. I'll try to update again soon. Please review… :) the turkey and Turkish people do have something to do with eachother, but it's mostly because the English are idiots... If anyone wants to know the story about why the turkey is called a turkey, feel free to ask and I'll explain. Being Turkish, I've gotten this question many a time and can now probably write a report on it.