Once Galadriel had walked out the door, she was greeted with a lot of questions and answers from Gandalf.
"What kind of party are we having??? Oh, a wild one!!! What kind of food are we having? How about stuffed crust pizza!!!" Gandalf was waaaay off his rocker. "Should I bring my fireworks? Yes, I'm bringing my fireworks!"
"Gandalf!" shouted Galadriel, "I will take care of the planning, you just -" she looked around, "Make sure Celeborn doesn't have any rum."
"Aye-aye, captain!" said Gandalf, and with a solute, ran after Celeborn, leaving Galadriel completely confused.
"Lady Galadriel!" an elf shouted after Galadriel had taken three minutes to calm herself. "Lord Celeborn's got himself stuck in a tree!"
Galadriel looked at him skeptically. "My husband knows how to climb trees."
"Oh, not this one, fair lady," said the elf, shaking his head. "He was trying to get some leaves off a mallorn tree to make tea, I think, and, well, the tree didn't take too kindly to being pulled apart ..."
"Oi," said Galadriel, putting a hand to her forehead. "All right, show me where he is."
The elf lead her to a tree in the middle of the forest, and under the tree stood Gandalf, looking up into the tree gleefully, where Celeborn was stuck.
"Gandalf," asked Galadriel cautiously, "What did you do?"
Gandalf turned around. "Oh, Lady Galadriel, your ladyship."
Galadriel raised her eyebrows at Gandalf's obvious lack of good grammar.
"Well, you see," said Gandalf, "He was trying to get some leaves, and -"
And as Gandalf kept babbling, Galadriel once again broke into his mind.
~Hahaha! He is trapped ... he shall NOT be coming down from there for a while! heheheheee ... he was trying to steal my precious RUM, yes, yes, he was ... now, calm down, Gandalf, take a deep breath ... WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU!~
Galadriel opened her eyes and scowled at Gandalf. "If you would stop mentally singing that song and THINK for a moment, Gandalf, WHY is my husband trapped up there?"
Gandalf shrugged. "His fault, not mine."
Galadriel sighed and called to Celeborn.
"CELEBORN!"
Celeborn looked down from his odd, stuck position in the tree.
"Yes, dear?"
"What in Varda's name are you DOING up there???"
"Getting some tea, darling..."
"Oh, don't you DARLING me!" shouted Galadriel. "I know what you're thinking!"
Celeborn gulped.
"Gandalf, would you kindly do some magic and get Celeborn down from there?" asked Galadriel.
"Oh, I can make some magic, love," said a drunk Jack Sparrow, walking up from behind Gandalf, holding onto a tree for support.
"What is HE doing here?"
"Don't ask me," said Gandalf, "I have no clue."
He looked around and realized everyone was staring at him.
"I shall be in my TRAILER," he said haughtily, strutting away.
Galadriel raised her eyebrows.
"GANDALF!" shouted Celeborn in dismay.
Gandalf flicked his staff at the tree and Celeborn fell out of it.
"Ow," he said, rubbing his backside where he had landed.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Lorien, the whole of Rivendell was singing, led by Merry and Pippin. (Oh, except for Elrond. Hehe)
"What shall we do with a drunken sailor!?!" sang Pippin.
"What shall we do with a drunken sailor!?!" repeated Merry.
"What shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the mornin'!?!" they sang together.
And to this, the rest of Rivendell replied,
"Put 'im in a bed with the captain's daughter!" Elrond looked at them all, mortified.
"Put 'im in a bed with the captain's daughter!" they continued, "Put 'im in the back with the captain's daughter early in the mornin'!"
And Merry and Pippin joined in, singing, "Hooray! And up she rises! Hooray! And up she rises! Hooray! And up -"
"SHUT THE F*CK UP!!!" shouted Elrond, his face as red as a tomato. (A/N: This fic is rated PG13 for a reason)
"Well," said Pippin, as everyone stopped and stared at Elrond. "Where's your holiday spirit, Lord Elrond?"
"It's the middle of Forelithe!(June, on the Shire calendar)" shouted Elrond, his face purpling.
"I meant, the SUMMER holiday," said Pippin, slowly, as if he were talking to a child, "You know, when you don't have to work?"
Elrond scowled at him and continued walking.
"Fine, BE that way," said Merry. "Everyone - ONE MORE TIME!"
"WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH A -"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
And Elrond ran away.
"Hehe," snickered Pippin.
"That got rid of him, everyone!" said Merry triumphantly.
"Yay!" chorused the Rivendellers. (A/N: Rivendellers? Is that even a word??? Bare with me, here, I didn't know what to call them!)
And they began singing this song:
"Balin Son of Fundin died in Moria! Balin Son of Fundin fought the Orcia! Left with good ol' Bilbo early in the morn'! In search of gold and riches, and wonders not yet born! But what if good ol' Bilbo with unexpecting heart, left home to fight the dragon, in sorrowful depart? In Gollum's cave of dark and gloom he found a Ring of Power, little did he know the doom to come at later hour!"
Meanwhile...
"Celeborn, I want all trees decorated, plenty of party favors, and lots of GOOD music. Not that shit you listen to," said Galadriel.
"Yep, got it," said Celeborn, jotting notes down on a clipboard, afraid to argue with his wife.
"Fine," said Galadriel, and putting one hand on her hip and the other on her forehead, she said dramatically, "I shall be in my psychiatrist's office."
And she stalked off.
Celeborn was about to go after her, insisting that she NOT go to that psychiatrist, when Jack Sparrow put his hand on Lord Celeborn's shoulder, and whispered, "Don't worry about her, lad, now WE have all the rum."
"But she said -"
"Do you want the rum or not?" asked Jack impatiently.
"Um, yes..." said Celeborn, "but -"
"Then follow me!" said Jack gleefully, and he began skipping.
Celeborn looked doubtfull.
"Cmon, lad, the rum's waiting for us!"
With a heavy sigh, wondering what Galadriel might do to him if he were to be caught with rum, Celeborn asked another elf to manage the party preparations.
Once they got to the stash of rum, Jack slipped easily pass the guards. Celeborn thought he could just casually walk into it, but the two guards standing on either side of the door crossed the spears they held in front of the door.
"You know what Lady Galadriel said," said the one on the left, while the one on the right nodded.
Celeborn scowled and walked away.
"DRINK UP ME HEARTIES YO HO!" came a bad sing-song voice through the trees, and Celeborn saw Jack Sparrow carrying four bottles of rum. Celeborn went to grab two, but Jack only let him have one.
"Three for me," he said, and began drinking.
Celeborn sighed, looked at his bottle, and said, "What have I gotten myself into?"
And he drank the rum.
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to be continued ...
The song Balin Son of Fundin is a song that my friends made up just so you know
hope you liked this chapter! (i tried to make it longer)
"What kind of party are we having??? Oh, a wild one!!! What kind of food are we having? How about stuffed crust pizza!!!" Gandalf was waaaay off his rocker. "Should I bring my fireworks? Yes, I'm bringing my fireworks!"
"Gandalf!" shouted Galadriel, "I will take care of the planning, you just -" she looked around, "Make sure Celeborn doesn't have any rum."
"Aye-aye, captain!" said Gandalf, and with a solute, ran after Celeborn, leaving Galadriel completely confused.
"Lady Galadriel!" an elf shouted after Galadriel had taken three minutes to calm herself. "Lord Celeborn's got himself stuck in a tree!"
Galadriel looked at him skeptically. "My husband knows how to climb trees."
"Oh, not this one, fair lady," said the elf, shaking his head. "He was trying to get some leaves off a mallorn tree to make tea, I think, and, well, the tree didn't take too kindly to being pulled apart ..."
"Oi," said Galadriel, putting a hand to her forehead. "All right, show me where he is."
The elf lead her to a tree in the middle of the forest, and under the tree stood Gandalf, looking up into the tree gleefully, where Celeborn was stuck.
"Gandalf," asked Galadriel cautiously, "What did you do?"
Gandalf turned around. "Oh, Lady Galadriel, your ladyship."
Galadriel raised her eyebrows at Gandalf's obvious lack of good grammar.
"Well, you see," said Gandalf, "He was trying to get some leaves, and -"
And as Gandalf kept babbling, Galadriel once again broke into his mind.
~Hahaha! He is trapped ... he shall NOT be coming down from there for a while! heheheheee ... he was trying to steal my precious RUM, yes, yes, he was ... now, calm down, Gandalf, take a deep breath ... WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU!~
Galadriel opened her eyes and scowled at Gandalf. "If you would stop mentally singing that song and THINK for a moment, Gandalf, WHY is my husband trapped up there?"
Gandalf shrugged. "His fault, not mine."
Galadriel sighed and called to Celeborn.
"CELEBORN!"
Celeborn looked down from his odd, stuck position in the tree.
"Yes, dear?"
"What in Varda's name are you DOING up there???"
"Getting some tea, darling..."
"Oh, don't you DARLING me!" shouted Galadriel. "I know what you're thinking!"
Celeborn gulped.
"Gandalf, would you kindly do some magic and get Celeborn down from there?" asked Galadriel.
"Oh, I can make some magic, love," said a drunk Jack Sparrow, walking up from behind Gandalf, holding onto a tree for support.
"What is HE doing here?"
"Don't ask me," said Gandalf, "I have no clue."
He looked around and realized everyone was staring at him.
"I shall be in my TRAILER," he said haughtily, strutting away.
Galadriel raised her eyebrows.
"GANDALF!" shouted Celeborn in dismay.
Gandalf flicked his staff at the tree and Celeborn fell out of it.
"Ow," he said, rubbing his backside where he had landed.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Lorien, the whole of Rivendell was singing, led by Merry and Pippin. (Oh, except for Elrond. Hehe)
"What shall we do with a drunken sailor!?!" sang Pippin.
"What shall we do with a drunken sailor!?!" repeated Merry.
"What shall we do with a drunken sailor early in the mornin'!?!" they sang together.
And to this, the rest of Rivendell replied,
"Put 'im in a bed with the captain's daughter!" Elrond looked at them all, mortified.
"Put 'im in a bed with the captain's daughter!" they continued, "Put 'im in the back with the captain's daughter early in the mornin'!"
And Merry and Pippin joined in, singing, "Hooray! And up she rises! Hooray! And up she rises! Hooray! And up -"
"SHUT THE F*CK UP!!!" shouted Elrond, his face as red as a tomato. (A/N: This fic is rated PG13 for a reason)
"Well," said Pippin, as everyone stopped and stared at Elrond. "Where's your holiday spirit, Lord Elrond?"
"It's the middle of Forelithe!(June, on the Shire calendar)" shouted Elrond, his face purpling.
"I meant, the SUMMER holiday," said Pippin, slowly, as if he were talking to a child, "You know, when you don't have to work?"
Elrond scowled at him and continued walking.
"Fine, BE that way," said Merry. "Everyone - ONE MORE TIME!"
"WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH A -"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
And Elrond ran away.
"Hehe," snickered Pippin.
"That got rid of him, everyone!" said Merry triumphantly.
"Yay!" chorused the Rivendellers. (A/N: Rivendellers? Is that even a word??? Bare with me, here, I didn't know what to call them!)
And they began singing this song:
"Balin Son of Fundin died in Moria! Balin Son of Fundin fought the Orcia! Left with good ol' Bilbo early in the morn'! In search of gold and riches, and wonders not yet born! But what if good ol' Bilbo with unexpecting heart, left home to fight the dragon, in sorrowful depart? In Gollum's cave of dark and gloom he found a Ring of Power, little did he know the doom to come at later hour!"
Meanwhile...
"Celeborn, I want all trees decorated, plenty of party favors, and lots of GOOD music. Not that shit you listen to," said Galadriel.
"Yep, got it," said Celeborn, jotting notes down on a clipboard, afraid to argue with his wife.
"Fine," said Galadriel, and putting one hand on her hip and the other on her forehead, she said dramatically, "I shall be in my psychiatrist's office."
And she stalked off.
Celeborn was about to go after her, insisting that she NOT go to that psychiatrist, when Jack Sparrow put his hand on Lord Celeborn's shoulder, and whispered, "Don't worry about her, lad, now WE have all the rum."
"But she said -"
"Do you want the rum or not?" asked Jack impatiently.
"Um, yes..." said Celeborn, "but -"
"Then follow me!" said Jack gleefully, and he began skipping.
Celeborn looked doubtfull.
"Cmon, lad, the rum's waiting for us!"
With a heavy sigh, wondering what Galadriel might do to him if he were to be caught with rum, Celeborn asked another elf to manage the party preparations.
Once they got to the stash of rum, Jack slipped easily pass the guards. Celeborn thought he could just casually walk into it, but the two guards standing on either side of the door crossed the spears they held in front of the door.
"You know what Lady Galadriel said," said the one on the left, while the one on the right nodded.
Celeborn scowled and walked away.
"DRINK UP ME HEARTIES YO HO!" came a bad sing-song voice through the trees, and Celeborn saw Jack Sparrow carrying four bottles of rum. Celeborn went to grab two, but Jack only let him have one.
"Three for me," he said, and began drinking.
Celeborn sighed, looked at his bottle, and said, "What have I gotten myself into?"
And he drank the rum.
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to be continued ...
The song Balin Son of Fundin is a song that my friends made up just so you know
hope you liked this chapter! (i tried to make it longer)