I AM A LLAMA!
Glorfindel: Um, sure you are.
Erestor: Just ignore her. She had a large amount of sugar and caffeine this morning.
I OWN NOTHING! WAIT, I OWN THE LLAMAS!
To Prank an Elf: In Which Glorfindel is Defeated
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Erestor was plotting. It had been several weeks since the slug incident and he could not come up with a good way to get revenge on that insolent son of Morgoth. Erestor paced back and forth in his study. He could dye Glorfindel's hair or his horse or maybe even his clothes. Pink would suit the Balrog slayer very well. In fact, Erestor began to compose a plan.
Glorfindel skipped giddily along. His skip was more of a dignified stride with a little more bounce. After all, twice born elf lords do not skip. Several elves along the corridor were beginning to become more then a little frightened. The last time Glorfindel had been in such a good mood was the time Elrond had been found tied up to the top of a tree way out in the forest. In short, it was not a very good thing. The elves that saw this told other elves, who told other elves, and eventually that whole of Imladris knew that Glorfindel was up to something and went home to barricade their doors. In fact, Glorfindel was happy because it was obvious Erestor had no idea what to do for revenge and he had a very small little teensy- weensy prank that was already in motion. This time the prank was aimed towards the Lord of Imladris who needed a laugh. Glorfindel just hopped that his friend had not lost his sense of humor over the years.
If anything, Elrond was completely oblivious to anything that Glorfindel might do. He had gotten over his humiliation and anger concerning the slug incident and was already working on a way to get Glorfindel to calm down. So far on his list he had, threaten Glorfindel and lock him away in a dungeon for the rest of his immortal life. He figured the last was too extreme so he tried to think of a way to threaten the elf nicely. He snorted and nearly laughed at himself. There was no way to threaten such an optimistic elf. With no answer he stood up and walked out the door. That was one of the worst things he had ever done.
Glorfindel and the twins sat giggling on the floor. No, the twins were giggling, Glorfindel was chuckling. Elrond had just walked right into their trap. It was not common knowledge that Elrond was afraid of llamas, the twins and Glorfindel had taken it upon themselves to provide tonight's Hall of Fire entertainment. The fact that they had dressed up llamas in a mock rendition of the men of Gondor did not sit to well with Elrond. In fact, he did not sit for long; he had run out of the room when the first llama had appeared.
The next morning Glorfindel had been called to Elrond's study. He opened the door without knocking and entered. Elrond gave him the 'Respect my authority' look and motioned for him to sit down.
"Glorfindel, it has come to my attention that the dancing llamas were your idea. You know I don't like llamas. On top of that, the men of Gondor would be insulted that you trained llamas to dance and act like them."
Glorfindel was straining his muscles forcing himself not to laugh. He took several deep breaths before he started to talk.
"Elrond, the dancing llamas of Gondor were a hit! Many elves are clamoring for an encore. As for the men of Gondor, it was a Gondorian that trained them. I brought them over because I thought that the elves of Imladris would enjoy seeing a piece of Gondorian culture."
Elrond rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Dancing llamas are NOT a part of Gondorian culture. They are animals and do not deserve to be treated so. You are acting like an elfling Glor. You need to grow up and act your age. If not, Valar help me, I will demote you."
Glorfindel was hurt. Elrond had never ever talked to him in such a tone. He stood up quickly and bowed. Before he left the room he whispered, " I will act my age, my Lord. There will be no need to punish me."
When he was gone Elrond spoke to the shadows, "Do you think I was a bit too hard on him, Erestor?"
The elf in question shook his head; "He brought this upon himself, Elrond."
For nearly a week the twice born balrog slayer wandered around looking like something in him had died. The twins, who were trying to cheer up the normally optimistic elf, were causing as much turmoil as they possibly could, but found themselves cleaning out the stable in retribution for their pranks. The llamas had been sent home and life had returned to normal.
One night saw Glorfindel galloping out into the shadows. It was near the Gates of Summer and Glorfindel wanted a little alone time to think. He rode until the sun rose and when it did, Glorfindel jumped off Asfaloth and left the horse to graze while he sat under a tree to think.
"Why must I act my age, Elrond has many advisors. Why must I have to act like them? I have never been so bored in my life. It was only a few llamas and it seemed that many liked them. I don't know why Elrond has to be so boring. He used to be so much fun. Erestor used to be fun too. I wonder why they both have become such sticks."
Glorfindel looked up as he heard hooves. He did not recognize the horse or the rider, but they were to far away to see them clearly. Glorfindel whistled for Asfaloth, and they both hid among the trees.
AN: Don't get mad at me. I know I haven't updated for a while. I tried to make this as long and amusing as possible. It's not over yet and I will update as soon as I possibly can.