Somebody's Lost It
Thursday
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Authors note: Uh, got nothing.
Glorfindel woke up the next morning, ate what was left of his rations, and wondered if he should go on another kitchen raid.
"If I do, I may get away with it," he thought to himself. "Another bottle of wine would be nice, but is it worth the trouble?"
Suddenly he heard something hit his window. He spun around and saw a rock with a note attached on his balcony. He opened the door, grabbed the rock, and ducked back in.
Glorfy, loosen up, come join us in the garden. We got mud wrestling, skateboarding, all sorts of games and fun. You've been locked up in your room long enough. Don't make me command you out of there! -Elrond.
Glorfindel rolled his eyes, sighed, and thought, "Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, joining them. That is, if I don't mind acting like a drunk human, debasing myself to the level of a dwarf, and rolling in the mud. No, it isn't worth it!"
He decided he must go out again and raid the kitchen. He put on his dark outfit again, and snuck out. He was almost to the kitchen when he was attacked by two muddy elves.
"Hey Lord Glorfy! Come and join us!" said the one on his left.
"No, and is that you Elladan?"
"Yes!"
"Then you must be Elrohir!"
"WRONG! I'm Legolas!" the figure grinned.
"Get off of me now or I wring both of your necks," Glorfindel said calmly.
They jumped off of him and continued their way down the hall, leaving muddy footprints behind. Glorfindel got curious, all the events seemed to be outside. So why were there so many elves wandering the halls. His room was in a far away corner, the kitchen was on the way to nowhere, so why were all these elves walking down the hall. His curiosity got the best of him and he followed the mud elves. They went down several halls and passage ways and suddenly found himself in the wine cellar. The footprints stopped altogether, but Glorfindel felt compelled to keep going. He went all the way down to the end, and to the locked door that led to Elrond's private wine cellar. It was unlocked.
"That's unusual," Glorfindel said to himself. He began to open the door, and then he heard someone coming. He hid in the shadows until whoever it was left, and then he went back to his room. Something was behind that door, something that shouldn't be, and he knew it. "I'll come back later," he promised himself.
He snuck back towards the kitchen unhindered, and got even more provisions than he had the other night. The important part was, he had two bottles of wine this time. He went back to his room.
"I wonder why everyone is acting like this?" he thought to himself. "There does not seem to be a reason. Well, a real reason. Maybe I should wander around and investigate."
He put on his grungy outfit again and went off towards the garden where Elrond had built a ramp for his skateboard LaFawnda. He saw Glorfindel, stopped skateboarding, and when over to him.
"Yo Glorfy! How's it hangin'? You come to join us?" Elrond asked with a grin.
"No...uh...yes. Yes I have," Glorfindel said. "Though, I do not wish to do anything, just sit and watch, if you don't mind."
Elrond shrugged. "Whatever you want Glorfy!" he smiled.
Glorfindel sat down on a staircase and watched as Elrond played around on his skateboard. Suddenly, he heard Celeborn's voice shouting, "The unicycle's are here!" Everybody dropped what they were doing and headed towards Celeborn. Glorfindel slowly followed.
Soon, he saw Elrond, his sons, Legolas, and Arwen riding around on unicycles and singing some strange song...
...We're knights of the round table, we dance when'ere we're able
We do routines and chorus scenes, and footwork impecable...
Glorfindel gazed at them as he rode around on their unicycles singing such a strange song.
When it was finished Legolas called out, "Join us Glorfy! We'll teach you!"
"No thank you," Glorfindel said.
"Are you sure?" Arwen asked. "I just want to see my Uncle Glorfy have a good time!" she made a pouting face and did her best pleading puppy dog look.
"Arwen, I am not your uncle, and I am quite sure."
"Okay!" she cheerily said.
Suddenly the Rivendell Band, newly created by Elrond, began to play some very upbeat, fast paced song. The unicycle happy elves began riding around again in a formation, it was at this time Glorfindel got a headache and went to his room.
A few hours later, he was called back out to the garden by a messenger of Elrond's."Lord Glorfindel, Lord Elrond is requesting your attendance at the first annual mud-wrestling contest of Imladris."
"Tell him I'm not interested," Glorfindel said.
"He said if you gave such an answer to tell you that the mud-wrestling contest will be moved to your room."
Glorfindel sighed and followed him out to the garden.
In the middle of Elrond's once prized azalia garden was a mud pit. Legolas and Elladan were at opposite ends, waiting for the signal to begin fighting.
"Laaady's and Gentlemen! I am Lord Elrond of Rivendell, and this is the first annual mud-wrestling extravaganza! In this corner, weighing in at 190 pounds is Prince Legolas son of King Thranduil of Mirkwood! In this corner, at six foot one, 188 pounds is Elladan son of Elrond! You all know the rules! Ready? Begin!"
A large gong rang and Elladan and Legolas went at it. With in two seconds they were muddy head to foot. Glorfindel looked on with indifference and disgust. How could they be enjoying such barbaric behavior? Both had been raised much better than that. The last time he had seen this happening was when they were still elflings. This was ridiculous, both were old enough to be high sovereigns of great realms by now, and they were acting like dwarves! How undignified!
As Glorfindel watched, he began to wonder if perhaps he wasn't a little too proper and formal. Perhaps he should be silly every once in a while. What was he thinking? He was going mad! No, no! He would not join them! Someone must keep a level head, and it was going to be him. He would not fall prey to this strange curse that covered elvendom! The moment the match was over, he ran to his room and took a hot bath, he needed to clear his head.
Authors note: Yes, a short chapter, but I'll try to make it up to ya'll!
