Welcome to my new story! I hope things work out with this fic, and that it brings amusement to someone... even if only one.
I do not own Lord of the Rings, ect
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This chapter is dedicated to all my fellow Elrond fans. I know you're out there somewhere.
"Everyone, I have an announcement to make!" Elrond yelled excitedly as he burst into the room, grinning.
The various members of the fellowship looked up at him in amazement.
To the relief of the rest of the room's occupants, Gimli and Frodo's checker game was resigned due to the much more… interesting subject on hand. The two had been arguing for the past hour over whether or not Gimli had indeed made a fair move, remarkably enough cornering Frodo's last piece.
"Have you ever seen him smile before?" whispered Merry, looking at Elrond with concern.
"No, I don't think so. Maybe he's sick," returned Pippin.
Elrond continued with enthusiasm, "You are all invited to my birthday party!"
"A birthday?" interrupted Aragorn, "You still celebrate those after what, four thousand years?"
"Yes," Elrond returned to his customary frown, "And if anyone messes it up this year," he gave an accusing cough, "Not to mention any names, Gandalf, there will be consequences!"
The accused wizard looked guiltily down at his pipe.
"It wasn't my fault that I accidentally left one of my fireworks inside the cake when I made it. How was I to know it would explode when the candles were lit?" Gandalf muttered to himself.
"Sam?" asked Elrond solemnly, "Can I trust you to make a cake?"
"Well, yes," began Sam, "But—"
"Good!" yelled Elrond, his face beaming like a child's, "Then it's settled! Sam will bake the cake! Aragorn is in charge of decoration! Gimli, party games! Pippin, Merry, party invitations! And as for you," the elf pointed at Gandalf, "just stay out of the way this year, can you handle that?"
"Fine," Gandalf sulked, "But don't come asking for my help when your birthday party is lacking my planning pizzazz!"
"Good," Elrond smiled again.
Legolas leaned over and whispered to Merry and Pippin, "Maybe you're right. I think he is sick!"
"Now," shouted Elrond eagerly as he ran out the door, a grin covering his normally grim features, "I'm off to get matching napkins!"
Silence followed as everyone pondered their assigned roles.
Gimli scratched his beard thoughtfully. "When he says party games… do you think means drinking games?"
Good? Bad? Funny? Terribly unfunny? I only know if you tell me...
-RW