Galadriel wasn't very happy when the whole of Rivendell came charging into the woods of Lothlorien.
She had just been having a session with her psychiatrist when Celeborn came barging into the room looking disheveled.
"Galadriel!" he said, panting.
"What?" she asked impatiently. "Is it so important that you have to interrupt my session?"
Celeborn looked at Galadriel's psychiatrist. He was a buff, tan, handsome blonde elf, with pearly white teeth. And he didn't look much like a psychiatrist. More like a surfer.
"Yes, I've been meaning to talk to you about these sessions ..." Celeborn said, "Anyway, did you realize that everyone in Rivendell has come charging into OUR forest for a PARTY???"
Galadriel looked stupified.
"What?"
"Yes," said Celeborn, "Elrond and his WHOLE Homely House People are HERE NOW, thinking there is some sort of party going on ..."
The psychiatrist was looking at the both of them intently.
Celeborn stared at him. "Do you mind?" he asked. The psychiatrist left.
"Well, Elrond should've sent word, or - or something," said Galadriel, stressing out.
Celeborn's face was rapidly reddening.
"Well he DIDN'T!!! HE - he -" he trailed off, his eyes widening. "Oops."
"What do you mean, 'oops'???"
"Uh," said Celeborn, turning redder from blushing. He reached for something in his robe pocket, and pulled out a white envelope. He opened it and unfolded the letter.
"Lhunfalasiel gave this to me this morning ..." he said, reading the letter, "It says, 'Dear Celeborn and Galadriel, We have destroyed the One Sock. There are no more gay ninjas.'"
"Gay ninjas?" asked Galadriel, alarmed.
"That's not all. 'We will be arriving at your home promptly at 7:00 tonight. Be sure to have lots of rum. Jack Sparrow's with us. Sincerely yours, Lord Elrond.'"
"Jack Sparrow? Gay ninjas? What is he talking about?" asked Galadriel.
"Why don't you do one of your mind-reading thinga-ma-jigies," suggested Celeborn. "Him and his motly crew are on our borders as we speak."
"Fine," said Galadriel, and closed her eyes, focusing in on Elrond's thoughts.
~Stacy's mom has got it going on ... ooo i love that song ... i need some cheese ... ooo look a fluffy little bunny rabbit! Must - contain - myself ...~
"Ugh," said Galadriel to Celeborn, "This is why I needed a psychiatrist in the first place."
"Just talk to him," said Celeborn.
"Okay," said Galadriel, once again focusing in on Elrond's thoughts.
~Bye, bye, Miss American Pie ...~
~Elrond!~
~What? Oh, Galadriel, your ladyship~ *blushes* ~Of what service can I be to you?~
~Why on earth are you throwing a PARTY at MY home???~
~Didn't you get my letter? The One Sock has been destroyed - god, Gimli smells - sorry, your ladyship ... and I couldn't throw the party at Rivendell.~
~And why not?~
~It's too BORING. Nobody wants to throw a party at Rivendell.~
~I see. And WTH are you talking about when you say, 'gay ninjas'???~
~Oh. You see, the One Sock controlled people and turned them into gay ninjas. It was quite embarassing, seeing as it was happening in Rivendell. But now the Sock is gone.~
~Uh huh. And were you a - gay ninja, as well?~
~No, of course not!~
~Elrond, were you dancing with your coat rack again?~
"Elrond, your face is completely red!" Merry observed from beside Elrond.
"He's BLUSHING," said Pippin, giggling.
"ENOUGH!" yelled Elrond, and continued to make his way to Lorien.
~Elrond?~
~N- No, of course not.~
~Yeah right, Elrond, you are such a horrible liar.~
Galadriel rubbed her head, feeling a headache coming on.
"If he's giving you a migrain, you can stop," said Celeborn.
Galadriel opened her eyes. "Thank you!"
"So?"
Galadriel paused.
"Prepare yourself, darling. We're going to have a party."
Celeborn gulped.
"With rum."
Celeborn brightened.
"Well, in THAT case ..."
"And none for you."
Celeborn gaped at her.
"Why not?" he whined.
"Do you even remember the last time you got drunk?"
Celeborn blushed.
"We had to lock you in a cage to keep you under control."
"But - that was only once, dear ..."
"Oh yeah?" said Galadriel. "Do you remember the time before that? When Gandalf had to turn you into a RUBBER DUCK to keep you quiet???"
"That memory still haunts me," said Gandalf, opening the door. For once, he wasn't wearing anything unusual.
"Gandalf!" said Celeborn, alarmed. "Is everyone here already???"
"No, no," said Gandalf, "I just rode in on Shadowfax to help prepare for the party."
Galadriel tapped into his mind to see if he was telling the truth.
~He broke my vase! That Peregrin Took, that stupid bloody, *bleep!*in *bleep!*er!!! I will, I will, KILL HIM!!! No, Gandalf, calm yourself. Think happy thoughts. WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU!!! dunununun WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU!!!~
Galadriel opened her eyes, shuddered, and told Gandalf to wait outside.
She turned to her husband.
"Well, what are you waiting for??? Tell everyone to get ready for this party! And bring LOTS of rum! And don't worry, dear," she said, looking at the lighted up expression on her husband's face and smirking. "I've already told them you're not allowed to have any."
Celeborn scowled and walked out the door.
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to be continued :):):)
She had just been having a session with her psychiatrist when Celeborn came barging into the room looking disheveled.
"Galadriel!" he said, panting.
"What?" she asked impatiently. "Is it so important that you have to interrupt my session?"
Celeborn looked at Galadriel's psychiatrist. He was a buff, tan, handsome blonde elf, with pearly white teeth. And he didn't look much like a psychiatrist. More like a surfer.
"Yes, I've been meaning to talk to you about these sessions ..." Celeborn said, "Anyway, did you realize that everyone in Rivendell has come charging into OUR forest for a PARTY???"
Galadriel looked stupified.
"What?"
"Yes," said Celeborn, "Elrond and his WHOLE Homely House People are HERE NOW, thinking there is some sort of party going on ..."
The psychiatrist was looking at the both of them intently.
Celeborn stared at him. "Do you mind?" he asked. The psychiatrist left.
"Well, Elrond should've sent word, or - or something," said Galadriel, stressing out.
Celeborn's face was rapidly reddening.
"Well he DIDN'T!!! HE - he -" he trailed off, his eyes widening. "Oops."
"What do you mean, 'oops'???"
"Uh," said Celeborn, turning redder from blushing. He reached for something in his robe pocket, and pulled out a white envelope. He opened it and unfolded the letter.
"Lhunfalasiel gave this to me this morning ..." he said, reading the letter, "It says, 'Dear Celeborn and Galadriel, We have destroyed the One Sock. There are no more gay ninjas.'"
"Gay ninjas?" asked Galadriel, alarmed.
"That's not all. 'We will be arriving at your home promptly at 7:00 tonight. Be sure to have lots of rum. Jack Sparrow's with us. Sincerely yours, Lord Elrond.'"
"Jack Sparrow? Gay ninjas? What is he talking about?" asked Galadriel.
"Why don't you do one of your mind-reading thinga-ma-jigies," suggested Celeborn. "Him and his motly crew are on our borders as we speak."
"Fine," said Galadriel, and closed her eyes, focusing in on Elrond's thoughts.
~Stacy's mom has got it going on ... ooo i love that song ... i need some cheese ... ooo look a fluffy little bunny rabbit! Must - contain - myself ...~
"Ugh," said Galadriel to Celeborn, "This is why I needed a psychiatrist in the first place."
"Just talk to him," said Celeborn.
"Okay," said Galadriel, once again focusing in on Elrond's thoughts.
~Bye, bye, Miss American Pie ...~
~Elrond!~
~What? Oh, Galadriel, your ladyship~ *blushes* ~Of what service can I be to you?~
~Why on earth are you throwing a PARTY at MY home???~
~Didn't you get my letter? The One Sock has been destroyed - god, Gimli smells - sorry, your ladyship ... and I couldn't throw the party at Rivendell.~
~And why not?~
~It's too BORING. Nobody wants to throw a party at Rivendell.~
~I see. And WTH are you talking about when you say, 'gay ninjas'???~
~Oh. You see, the One Sock controlled people and turned them into gay ninjas. It was quite embarassing, seeing as it was happening in Rivendell. But now the Sock is gone.~
~Uh huh. And were you a - gay ninja, as well?~
~No, of course not!~
~Elrond, were you dancing with your coat rack again?~
"Elrond, your face is completely red!" Merry observed from beside Elrond.
"He's BLUSHING," said Pippin, giggling.
"ENOUGH!" yelled Elrond, and continued to make his way to Lorien.
~Elrond?~
~N- No, of course not.~
~Yeah right, Elrond, you are such a horrible liar.~
Galadriel rubbed her head, feeling a headache coming on.
"If he's giving you a migrain, you can stop," said Celeborn.
Galadriel opened her eyes. "Thank you!"
"So?"
Galadriel paused.
"Prepare yourself, darling. We're going to have a party."
Celeborn gulped.
"With rum."
Celeborn brightened.
"Well, in THAT case ..."
"And none for you."
Celeborn gaped at her.
"Why not?" he whined.
"Do you even remember the last time you got drunk?"
Celeborn blushed.
"We had to lock you in a cage to keep you under control."
"But - that was only once, dear ..."
"Oh yeah?" said Galadriel. "Do you remember the time before that? When Gandalf had to turn you into a RUBBER DUCK to keep you quiet???"
"That memory still haunts me," said Gandalf, opening the door. For once, he wasn't wearing anything unusual.
"Gandalf!" said Celeborn, alarmed. "Is everyone here already???"
"No, no," said Gandalf, "I just rode in on Shadowfax to help prepare for the party."
Galadriel tapped into his mind to see if he was telling the truth.
~He broke my vase! That Peregrin Took, that stupid bloody, *bleep!*in *bleep!*er!!! I will, I will, KILL HIM!!! No, Gandalf, calm yourself. Think happy thoughts. WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU!!! dunununun WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU!!!~
Galadriel opened her eyes, shuddered, and told Gandalf to wait outside.
She turned to her husband.
"Well, what are you waiting for??? Tell everyone to get ready for this party! And bring LOTS of rum! And don't worry, dear," she said, looking at the lighted up expression on her husband's face and smirking. "I've already told them you're not allowed to have any."
Celeborn scowled and walked out the door.
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to be continued :):):)