Disclaimer: ..... Tolkien: My lord, what have you done... Bird: Huh, who me? What...Haldir: I cannot wait till you get Legolas involved..then I will not be alone in my misery...Bird: What about The twins, and all the others, don't they count...?
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"Mama, Ah'm a'wurried about mah lil' girl." Celebrian said, looking absentmindedly across the kitchen table.
"What's thar to be wurried bout, dahrlin'?" Galadriel looked up to her daughter.
Celebrian had arrived only hours before, concern etched in her face. Apparently, Elrond and her, were having some problems with a certain human wanting to bond with Arwen.
"Ah'm 'fraid Wennie's gonna git herself knocked up by that durty human Gornie. Ah mean, she ain't even married yet or nuthin'!"
Galadriel smiled softly at Celebrian, and spoke even softer.
"Now Cebby, Ah knows whut's this all 'bout. You jest don't want her to make the same mistakes you did."
Celebrian looked at her mother, a bit taken aback with the realization that her mother was right!
"Mama, ya know, you be right! Ah mean, that's be how Rondy and Ah's got hitched in the furst place!"
"And 'member when 'Bronnie finded out that you wuz knocked up with the twins?"
Celebrian laughed at the image of her irate father chasing after Elrond with his sword.
However, before she could respond, Haldir and his brothers burst into the talan.
"'EY GLADRIE! WE'S BACK FRUM 'UNTIN'!"
Haldir entered the kitchen, smelly and stinky, and covered in what looked to be various shades of blood. Orophin and Rumil followed behind shortly, matching his image. All three kicked off their boots in the middle of the floor, after dropping all their hunting gear in the doorway.
Rumil walked over to the wine rack, grabbed three bottles of miruvor, and tossed one to each of his brothers. All three pulled out their corks and took a long swig. As if on cue, all three let a loud belch.
"Now's thar's whut Ah needed aftur a hard day's huntin'." Haldir grinned at his brothers and then at the two ellyth sitting at the table.
Galadriel looked less than pleased.
"You three gud fer nuthin' elves! Git yer shit an' git on outta 'ere! Don't you be comin' in 'ere and durtin' mah clean ketchin!" She chased the three out with her broom, as they stumbled to gather up their things, desperately trying not to spill their wine.