Morry
A/N: Most of these one-shot plot bunnies come when I'm updating my Xanga or pranking poor Neopians, so you get to see what I actually did to them. Har, har, har. Enjoy, peoples. Oh, review, otherwise I'll send Morry after you. Naivety and Yoda say hi.
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"Glorfy?" A small toddler-like voice asked. "Will you tell me a story?"
Glorfindel ground his teeth. No matter how many times he was called Glorfy, it still drove him up the wall. But the owner of the voice was so darned cute! Well, Glorfindel was going to have to tell the child a story anyway.
"What kind of story?"
"I want one about a Balrog!"
The Balrog slayer sighed. Did he have to pick THAT ONE? Couldn't it be one about Celeborn saving Erestor from a power hungry cat? Nope. The child just had to go for the violent ones. Much like his brothers, he was.
"Eh, a Balrog, you say?" Glorfindel asked with an innocent laugh. The boy nodded in responce. Well, here's a delimma, the blond elf thought, I have to tell him this story -- I know which balrog he's speaking of, and it happens to include me -- minus the heavy detail. Hmm, How am I to do this? He'll have nightmares if I tell him the real tale...
Glorfindel picked the four-year-old and placed him in his lap, staring out the window. "Glorfy?" The toddler inquired, tugging on a handful of the advisor's hair. Ai, Valar! He has a strong grip!
"Yes, tithen pen?"
"Aren't you gonna tell me about you and the Balrog?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes! I am...just let me think for a moment." The elf-lord thoughtfully stroked his chin. Perhaps he could turn this into something more. Wait. He had an idea!
"Alright, Estel! It all started a long, LONG time ago when there was this very bad creature named...Morry...came to my home, Gondolin, and demanded all of my...uh..." Glorfindel paused. What was he to have this 'Morry' demand? He raked his mind for possiblities. Horses, gold, flowers, fudge, muffins...MUFFINS! Perfect! Everyone knew that Erestor had a lust for muffins, which could be..quite odd at times. (Especially during the feasts, the dark haired elf would demand the cook to bake dozens of muffins.)
The blond cleared his throat and continued on, "As I said, Morry came to Gondolin and demanded muffins, otherwise he would...um, turn us into frogs! And then I said, 'No, you can't have our muffins, we ate them this morning.' Of course, Morry got mad, so he told us to bake some. 'No!' I shouted, 'Go bake them yourself.' He got very, very mad. Even worse than Erestor when he doesn't have a muffin."
"No one can get as mad as 'Stor."
"Anyway, I wasn't about to go bake muffins, that is the cooks' job. So I said, 'Go away!' Morry didn't leave. Grabbing my sword -- as you know, you aren't supposed to touch any sharp, pointy obejects -- I tried ...intimidating him into leaving. Obvioulsy that made him even more angry. So he pushed me off of a cliff."
"That's it?" Estel asked exasperatedly. "Elladan told me that earlier and it was much more action filled." Glorfindel watched in disbelif as Estel slid off of his lap and walked out of the room. "Really, Glorfy," the four-year-old said over his shoulder, "you should learn how to get the details right."
Glorfindel's jaw dropped open as he stared at Estel's retreating back. That's it. I don't care if I have to move in with a cat, I'm never going to tell a story as long as I live.
Well, too bad for Glorfindel, he became a history tutor to the young child. The poor, poor thing; he never did get the details right.
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