Somebody's
Lost It
Tuesday
Disclaimer: Don't own LOTR.
Authors note: Can't think of anything to say. Oh wait, yes I can, REVIEW PLEASE!
Glorfindel awoke Tuesday morning, thinking yesterday had only been a bad dream. He happily got dressed and opened his door.
"WOOHOO!" yelled Elrond as he flew by on his board with wheels.
Glorfindel gawked as he watched Elrohir and Elladan follow on shoes with wheels on them. As they skated by they waved. Glorfindel shut his door, not wanting to see anyone else go by. He heard them go by, he heard the joyful yells and cheers and the foreign sound of wheels outside his door.
"This must be a dream! It simply must! No, no it's not. I just woke up. I need some help and advice on how to deal with this. I know! Lord Celeborn, I know he will come here with all haste if I write to him!" Glorfindel said to himself. He quickly ran to his desk and found a pen and some paper. He scribbled out an urgent letter speaking of the insanity in Rivendell and then went out to his porch and gave a loud whistle. Five minutes later a great eagle came and landed next to him.
"What do you need Lord Glorfindel?" the eagle asked.
"Take this letter to Lord Celeborn, and should he agree to help, bear him back here with all haste."
The eagle nodded, took the note in his beak and flew off. Glorfindel went back into his room and sank onto his couch. "Things can only get better from here!" he thought. Just then he heard Elrond cry "That was so totally wicked!"
Glorfindel's eyes grew wide for a second then he decided to go for a ride. He changed into a riding outfit and went to the stable. As he walked down the hall he was tackled by Elladan. It was the strangest trip to the stable he had ever had. As he walked, he dodged balls being tossed, skateboarding elves, roller blading elves, and elves randomly dangling out of trees. He was tackled three more times before he reached the stable. Everything was so strange! More than once he reached for a sword that wasn't there out of sheer reflex.
He went for a nice horse ride, towards the edge of Rivendell to escape the insanity. He dismounted Asfaloth and settled down under a tree.
"There we go Asfaloth! Away from all of those strange, mad elves. Isn't the silence wonderful?" he said, more to himself really than the horse. He closed his eyes and gave a happy sigh. Suddenly, he was having water poured on him while someone was laughing hysterically.
"Hehehehe! Got you Glorfy!" laughed a familiar voice. It was Elrond.
"Elrond!" Glorfindel cried as he sprung to his feet. He looked up to see Elrond in normal garb, behind the tree, holding a bucket. "Elrond! What did you do that for? And stop calling me Glorfy!" he cried as he jumped up and tackled Elrond.
As he was pinned to the ground Elrond's face looked normal again and he said, "I'm sorry, I just had an uncontrollable urge to get you wet. I won't do it again...GLORFY!" Elrond then started laughing as Glorfindel let Elrond up, figuring it was futile to pin him there like that forever. "Well, see you at supper tonight, Glorfy!" he grinned as he went running and laughing into the trees.
Glorfindel angrily mumbled as he mounted Asfaloth and headed back. He rode most of the way, then he began walking.
"Hey Glorfy!" greeted Elrohir.
"Hey Glorfy! What's shakin'?" greeted Elladan.
"What?" Glorfindel asked. What did he mean by shaking? He wasn't trembling...
"Come on Glorfy! Get with the program!" Legolas teased.
"Will you all stop calling me Glorfy! I hate that name!" Glorfindel cried.
"Okay Glorfy!"All three said in unison.
Glorfindel gave them all death glares and went inside to change out of his clothes. When he changed, he decided not to put on his best attire, in light of recent events, and put on his worst robe.
He opened his door cautiously and peered out. Then he stuck his head out the door, the coast was clear. He snuck out of his room and headed towards the dining hall. If one more elf tackled him he would break the neck of whoever it was!
He was almost there when Legolas appeared from no where and knocked him to the ground.
"Umphf! LEGOLAS SON OF THRANDUIL I'M GOING TO BREAK YOUR PRINCELY NECK!" Glorfindel yelled as he got up. He was too late though, because Legolas was already laughing and running down the hall. Glorfindel caught a glimpse of him and thought he saw a long pink scarf around his neck, but he wasn't sure. "I'm getting too old for this!" he grumbled as he stood up and brushed himself off.
He dashed to the dining hall and made it there safe. Supper was relatively normal, at first. Suddenly Elladan got a mischievous look in his eyes, and flung mashed potatoes at Legolas, who retaliated and threw green beans at him, thus hitting Elrohir that was next to him. From there a full fledged food fight ensued and Glorfindel hid under the table. He was safe, that is, until Legolas took it underground. Glorfindel got honey covered bread right on the face. After that, he bolted, leaving the dining hall with a honey covered face and a wine stained robe.
He had quite enough for one day, and so he took a bath and went to bed.
Authors note: Poor Glorfy, I mean Glorfindel! Hehehehe! I'm so evil!
