I've written another chapter. Oh the horror. I had to recruit bratprincess
to help me with this. Thank you! And kudos to anyone who clues in on the
company name.
Hi to Evelyn-aka-Evie, KnowInsight, bratprincess, and Ionuin!
*
Three weeks later, Teleporno Industries was having a huge party. It was a corporate event, with the heads-human and elvish alike- of nearly every chain present. It was being held in Galadriel and Celeborn's extravagant Mexican mansion.
Glorfindel was chatting with the female corporate head of the Halifax chain over a glass of red wine. She was human, and had no idea about the company's true existence, but Glorfindel couldn't help admiring her ample... skills. She was pretty with brown hair and eyes, and Glorfindel couldn't help but think of few different ways they could occupy the rest of the night.
They were laughing, when Legolas came racing up, grinning like a little child.
"You need to come with me right now," he said, barely suppressing little giggles.
"I'm slightly busy right now," Glorfindel answered through gritted teeth.
"No, you don't understand. We've found a computer."
Smiling quickly at the girl, Glorfindel turned to Legolas with incredulity on his face. "So?"
"Do you remember a few weeks ago, when we found that website?" Legolas persisted.
A flash of what could have been nausea flashed across Glorfindel's face. "Yes. I do happen to remember. In fact, I think I will remember for the rest of my life- and that could be a VERY long time. So why don't you and the twins go back to your sickening little amusements and leave me be."
"No, wait. Listen. It's..." he leaned closer, lowering his voice to a drastic whisper, "Haldir."
Glorfindel stood stock straight. "Are you serious?" Legolas nodded exuberantly, and Glorfindel turned to the girl. "Excuse me sweetheart, something urgent has come up." He handed her his drink and ran off. She shrugged, taking a swig from each drink in turn, and surveyed the room for my gorgeous guys. There seemed to be quite a few present.
A few feet away, Haldir was speaking with several different heads. Upon hearing his name, he excused himself quickly and snuck off after Legolas and Glorfindel.
Countless stairs and doors later, they found the room. Elladan and Elrohir sat at the computer, laughing madly.
"What's this about finding Haldir?" Glorfindel demanded.
"Oh, we didn't just find fics about Haldir," Elladan said, snorting with laughter.
"What?"
"We found fics WRITTEN by Haldir."
"Looklooklooklooklook!" Legolas screeched.
Before he could, however, Haldir raced into the room, blocking the computer from view.
"No," he stated flatly, abruptly turning the computer off.
"Haldir," Legolas whined.
"He's just embarrassed," Elladan said. "It must be something really bad then..."
"Him and Celeborn!" Elrohir guessed, eyes flashing maliciously.
Haldir shook his head, and to everyone's surprise he began to turn red. "No."
"Then who?" Glorfindel demanded.
"Me and Galadriel," he said quietly.
For several moments, silence reigned as they all stared at him. The silence was broken by a new voice.
"WHO and Galadriel?" Celeborn questioned, striding into the room. Two black- haired and three blond-haired heads all whipped around to stare at him. "Well?"
"IjustrememberedIhavestufftodoplacestogothingstodomylifetoliveandyouknowI'dh atetogoanddierightnowanditdidn'tmeananythingandIhavetogonowbecauseIenjoylivi ngandpleasedon'teatmeandI'msorryandbye!" Haldir raced from the room as if a balrog were after him.
"What in the name of the Valar is going on?" Celeborn demanded.
"Uh, we found a story... about him... and Galadriel," Legolas explained. Silently, the agreed not to kill Haldir, and avoid mentioning the fact that he was the one to have written said fic.
A brief array of emotions flashed across Celeborn's face, and then he shrugged, moving to turn the computer back on. "Fanfiction?"
"Does EVERYBODY read these things?" Glorfindel demanded.
"Yeah."
"Sure."
"Yes."
"Uh-huh."
"Oh, forget I asked."
The telephone rang suddenly, and Celeborn picked it up. "Teleporno Industries." He began conversing in fluent Italian.
Legolas began to giggle again, and Elladan snorted with laughter. Elrohir began snickering, and Glorfindel had to fight back a grin. They were still laughing when Celeborn hung up the phone. He stared at them.
"What is so funny?"
"T-teleporno Industries," Legolas giggled, his blond hair falling over his face.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, grandfather," Elrohir said. "But I have to ask. Why in the name of Elbereth would you call it Teleporno Industries? I mean, think about it, about what it sounds like."
Celeborn glared at him. "Well it didn't mean THAT when I started the business."
*
The next week, a meeting was being held in the top floor of the building in London.
"So we've decided that we're still safe from any mortal recognition," Celeborn announced. "Now if there's no further business..."
Under the table, Elladan kicked his little brother, who sat up.
"Wait!" Elrohir shouted.
"Yes?" Celeborn asked.
"We have further business," Elrohir said, fighting back a smirk. Elrond raised an eyebrow; he knew that look. "We think that this company should... live up to its name." Elrohir cleared his throat, to avoid laughing. Haldir, sitting as far from Celeborn as possible, began to rub his forehead. Legolas started to giggle and immediately slid down in his seat, and began coughing fakely to avoid embarrassment. Glorfindel wondered why he hadn't thought of it, and Elrond raised his eyes to the skies.
A confused Erestor leaned over to Haldir. "How do we live up to the name of 'Silver-Tree'?" he asked, eyes wide. Haldir rolled his eyes.
"Elladan and I would like to head the new project, along the with a few beautiful elleths." Elladan kicked his brother again. "Ow! Recruits. I meant recruits."
Hi to Evelyn-aka-Evie, KnowInsight, bratprincess, and Ionuin!
*
Three weeks later, Teleporno Industries was having a huge party. It was a corporate event, with the heads-human and elvish alike- of nearly every chain present. It was being held in Galadriel and Celeborn's extravagant Mexican mansion.
Glorfindel was chatting with the female corporate head of the Halifax chain over a glass of red wine. She was human, and had no idea about the company's true existence, but Glorfindel couldn't help admiring her ample... skills. She was pretty with brown hair and eyes, and Glorfindel couldn't help but think of few different ways they could occupy the rest of the night.
They were laughing, when Legolas came racing up, grinning like a little child.
"You need to come with me right now," he said, barely suppressing little giggles.
"I'm slightly busy right now," Glorfindel answered through gritted teeth.
"No, you don't understand. We've found a computer."
Smiling quickly at the girl, Glorfindel turned to Legolas with incredulity on his face. "So?"
"Do you remember a few weeks ago, when we found that website?" Legolas persisted.
A flash of what could have been nausea flashed across Glorfindel's face. "Yes. I do happen to remember. In fact, I think I will remember for the rest of my life- and that could be a VERY long time. So why don't you and the twins go back to your sickening little amusements and leave me be."
"No, wait. Listen. It's..." he leaned closer, lowering his voice to a drastic whisper, "Haldir."
Glorfindel stood stock straight. "Are you serious?" Legolas nodded exuberantly, and Glorfindel turned to the girl. "Excuse me sweetheart, something urgent has come up." He handed her his drink and ran off. She shrugged, taking a swig from each drink in turn, and surveyed the room for my gorgeous guys. There seemed to be quite a few present.
A few feet away, Haldir was speaking with several different heads. Upon hearing his name, he excused himself quickly and snuck off after Legolas and Glorfindel.
Countless stairs and doors later, they found the room. Elladan and Elrohir sat at the computer, laughing madly.
"What's this about finding Haldir?" Glorfindel demanded.
"Oh, we didn't just find fics about Haldir," Elladan said, snorting with laughter.
"What?"
"We found fics WRITTEN by Haldir."
"Looklooklooklooklook!" Legolas screeched.
Before he could, however, Haldir raced into the room, blocking the computer from view.
"No," he stated flatly, abruptly turning the computer off.
"Haldir," Legolas whined.
"He's just embarrassed," Elladan said. "It must be something really bad then..."
"Him and Celeborn!" Elrohir guessed, eyes flashing maliciously.
Haldir shook his head, and to everyone's surprise he began to turn red. "No."
"Then who?" Glorfindel demanded.
"Me and Galadriel," he said quietly.
For several moments, silence reigned as they all stared at him. The silence was broken by a new voice.
"WHO and Galadriel?" Celeborn questioned, striding into the room. Two black- haired and three blond-haired heads all whipped around to stare at him. "Well?"
"IjustrememberedIhavestufftodoplacestogothingstodomylifetoliveandyouknowI'dh atetogoanddierightnowanditdidn'tmeananythingandIhavetogonowbecauseIenjoylivi ngandpleasedon'teatmeandI'msorryandbye!" Haldir raced from the room as if a balrog were after him.
"What in the name of the Valar is going on?" Celeborn demanded.
"Uh, we found a story... about him... and Galadriel," Legolas explained. Silently, the agreed not to kill Haldir, and avoid mentioning the fact that he was the one to have written said fic.
A brief array of emotions flashed across Celeborn's face, and then he shrugged, moving to turn the computer back on. "Fanfiction?"
"Does EVERYBODY read these things?" Glorfindel demanded.
"Yeah."
"Sure."
"Yes."
"Uh-huh."
"Oh, forget I asked."
The telephone rang suddenly, and Celeborn picked it up. "Teleporno Industries." He began conversing in fluent Italian.
Legolas began to giggle again, and Elladan snorted with laughter. Elrohir began snickering, and Glorfindel had to fight back a grin. They were still laughing when Celeborn hung up the phone. He stared at them.
"What is so funny?"
"T-teleporno Industries," Legolas giggled, his blond hair falling over his face.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, grandfather," Elrohir said. "But I have to ask. Why in the name of Elbereth would you call it Teleporno Industries? I mean, think about it, about what it sounds like."
Celeborn glared at him. "Well it didn't mean THAT when I started the business."
*
The next week, a meeting was being held in the top floor of the building in London.
"So we've decided that we're still safe from any mortal recognition," Celeborn announced. "Now if there's no further business..."
Under the table, Elladan kicked his little brother, who sat up.
"Wait!" Elrohir shouted.
"Yes?" Celeborn asked.
"We have further business," Elrohir said, fighting back a smirk. Elrond raised an eyebrow; he knew that look. "We think that this company should... live up to its name." Elrohir cleared his throat, to avoid laughing. Haldir, sitting as far from Celeborn as possible, began to rub his forehead. Legolas started to giggle and immediately slid down in his seat, and began coughing fakely to avoid embarrassment. Glorfindel wondered why he hadn't thought of it, and Elrond raised his eyes to the skies.
A confused Erestor leaned over to Haldir. "How do we live up to the name of 'Silver-Tree'?" he asked, eyes wide. Haldir rolled his eyes.
"Elladan and I would like to head the new project, along the with a few beautiful elleths." Elladan kicked his brother again. "Ow! Recruits. I meant recruits."