Sorry it's really short but I hope to update over the weekend again. I've been having an insane week.

Chapter Fifteen: Pink Migraine

Galadriel had found us a room with minimal pinkness. It was a blessing, as my head was aching. From all the pink. I mean really, there has to be a limit. It's a nice color, but when it's all you can see, then it is unbearable. And it brings up horribly vivid memories of past parties attended in pink monstrosities.

"So." Belgaer muttered. "What are we going to do?"

"Something. Anything." Haldir mused. I refrained from a snarky comment involving the word 'obvious.' To be perfectly honest, I'm still quite frightened after seeing Celeborn like that. Talk about first impressions…

"Well first," Arwen began. "Tell us how this happened."

Galadriel looked thoughtful. "I believe just after the Fellowship left Lorien, things got strange. I did not see this coming, however. It was not a gradual change, either, just all at once. I woke up one morning to find Celeborn giving himself a pedicure while babbling about how fantastic Starr is."

"What a nightmare…" I mumbled.

"I truly thought it was," she replied.

"Sounds like a serious case of gender confusion." Eowyn frowned.

"Great story to tell the grandkids." Belgaer smiled, trying to lighten the mood. Arwen made a funny noise in her throat and looked ill. "Oh yeah, you ARE a grandkid…"

"We need to expose to the people of Lorien that Starr is a fraud." Arwen said grimly.

"It probably couldn't hurt to find some she-elves." I added. "Which would be a lot easier than beating them back to their senses."

"Which is quite appealing right now…" Browne said, eyeing the doorway with a slightly disgusted look. "This Starr knows not the peril she is in if I ever see her."

We were about to continue when there came the sound of quick footsteps at the door. A disheveled she-elf burst into the room and we could tell she was in hurry because a. she was disheveled and b. she was actually making noise.

"Naurin!" Galadriel cried. "Where have you been!"

"If I knew the answer, my lady, I would gladly tell you. We were all going about our business and suddenly we were gone."

And once again all possible responses to this statement were drowned out by another voice.

Celeborn's suddenly-three-octaves-higher voice.

"Oh LAAAADIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!"

Naurin clapped her hands over her ears and I nearly fell over in surprise. I really didn't think it was possible to get your voice that high and that loud. I checked to make sure my ears weren't bleeding, and I don't think I was alone.

"Yes. My. Love." Galadriel said through her clenched teeth, looking quite strained.

"We need a little womanly input." He squeaked. At least he was recognizing our gender. He spotted Naurin. "Aw! Another female! FABULOUS! Anywayz, we need to know, which looks better with pink: purple or more pink?"

There was an awkward silence.

"More pink? I agree!" Celeborn giggled before scampering out.

Eight pairs of eyes stared the doorway in what I assumed was blatant disbelief.

"We…have to do…something…NOW." Eowyn said softly.

No one said anything, but it is clear that everyone agreed. Once you got past the haunted looks in our eyes, you could see the utter agreement. My mouth had ceased functioning, but I was mentally screaming 'NOW NOW NOW NOW!' …Just in case anyone cared…

We have a lot of planning to do.

TBC…