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Making it Pretty
Amanda
Upon my arrival in Lord Elrond's room, I decided that it was too earthen and green. It needed to be brightened by oh say some pink Ribbons. Yes that would definitely help the atmosphere of this room. So I set to work surveying the room seeing what I could make prettier. Elrond's four poster bed was to be my first target. Coppery sheets adorned it while the posts themselves were nymphs and ornate reaching vines. Deciding that the nymphs looked a little too serious. I took some lengths of ribbon and tied them in bows around their midriffs. Then I intermittently wove them into the vines. I was determined that ,y previous mischief that had occurred the last time I was in Rivendell would pale in comparison to this. The last bit of fun I had with pink ribbon had ended with Uncle Elrond wanting Gaddy to give me forty wacks on my human derriere because he was too afraid to come near me to do it himself. Afraid that I'd put more pink ribbons in his hair. This time I wouldn't be putting ribbons in his hair I felt happy enough just rattling the old elf but then the old elf might want to rattle me. Small price to pay for a good joke to play. I finished quickly with the bed and moved on to his mirror fixture linking the ribbon in the spokes at the top of it. A few more places needed touching up but nothing would compare to my core surprise of the night. I laughed wickedly at the thought and continued on.
Gimli
I sat in my room with a mug of ale pondering what would take place on the morrow. It would be a long journey to be sure. Of course I had to embark upon it with an elf, the journey most assuredly would not be pleasant. The pretty beggar better not get in my way or I'd teach him a lesson or two. Bury my axe right into his man parts, see how high a singing note he can hit then. Of course I could always persuade them to visit my cousin Balin, quite the hospitable fellow, he had flowing ales and beautiful dwarf women by the scores. Dwarf heaven I had heard it called previously by other dwarves who had the honour of visiting. Of course if the matter at hand was not taken care of there would be no dwarven kingdoms nor elven. Not even human or hobbit towns. Only the chains of Sauron would exist. There would be no help from Isengard since Saruman had abandoned us for Sauron the deceiver. As surely as I was the son of Gloin I would rather die than see the dwarves in the chains of Sauron. Even if it meant travelling with a stinking pretty boy elf.