One Mixed Up Mary-Sue
Chapter Ten
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"Well, I must admit, if your intent was to have the entire house in an uproar, you three succeeded flawlessly." Glorfindel smiled somewhat smugly, looking down at the trio asleep in the cellars of Imladris. They were sitting, leaning against a wall and each other. On the right was Erestor, one of the last people that Glorfindel had expected to find in cahoots with the odd human who was living here temporarily. In the centre sat Lindir. He was a musician, and such antics had almost come to be expected of him and the other elves who made a living entertaining.
Finally, on the left, was the girl who had come to be known as Emily. In the short week or so that she had been here, she had set most people against her, how she had won over Lindir and Erestor was anybody's guess. Glorfindel smiled- he guessed that the wine had something to do with it.
In front of them was an empty bottle that had originally contained one of Imladris' finer wines. Secretly, Glorfindel was upset that he hadn't gotten the chance to try it.
"What's going on?" Emily asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She squinted up at Glorfindel.
"Well, it seems that late in the night you three went missing. For nearly an hour we have been looking high and low trying to find you." He smiled. "Oh, Emily, Legolas wishes for you to join him for a picnic." He turned and walked up the stairs.
"Yeah," Emily muttered, "he's just jealous that he wasn't invited." She rubbed her eyes and slowly got to her feet. Despite all her efforts, as she stood, she tripped over Lindir and fell right back on the ground. Sighing, she once more tried to get to her feet, all the while thinking that this was going to be a very long day.
"Enjoy your time with Legolas," Erestor said.
"Aren't you worried that you'll get in shit for this?" Emily asked. Elrond hadn't taken too well to them spending time together before, and this was much more sketchy than anything else that had happened.
"The door was locked," he said, shrugging. "How can I be blamed for that?" He paused for a moment. "But to be safe, you should go up first."
"Why? So I can get blamed for everything," Emily asked.
"You were the one who get us into this mess," Lindir pointed out. "You wanted to come down here."
"Oh, be quiet, I'm going." Emily stalked over to the stairs and slowly climbed up to the kitchen. She frowned; the room smelt like eggs and looked even worse. A few elves were trying to clean it up, and cook at the same time. After a moment, she noticed a wicker basket sitting on a table. On top was a note.
Emily:
Please meet me outside for a romantic picnic.
Love,
Legolas.
"Is he serious?" Emily asked, rolling her eyes. "But I would hate to waste this food..." Grabbing the basket, she took off back down the stairs, slamming the door behind her. Once she'd gotten down into the cellar, she dropped the basket on the floor.
"What is this?" Ersetor asked.
"This is lunch," Emily replied, smiling. She opened up the basket and took out a sandwich. It was peanut butter and jelly. She decided not to ask, she just handed them out to the confused elves. Lindir frowned, puzzled briefly, before taking a bite out of the sandwich. He smiled and continued eating.
His enjoyment of the lunch seemed to have little sway on Erestor's evident distaste for the odd sandwiches. Clearly unhappy, Erestor sighed and, grudgingly took a bite of the sandwhich.
"Admit it," Emily said, grinning, "You like it." She took a bite of her own lunch. She had forgotten how good this classic was, it had been ages.
"I do not!" Erestor protested once he'd swallowed the offensive brown paste. It was very good, but the texture was rather unpleasant, it stuck to the roof of his mouth. "I need something to drink with this," he said, looking around.
"Here," Emily said. She handed him a grape-flavoured juice box from inside the basket, and then passed one to Lindir. Just then, the door swung open, and Glorfindel marched down the stairs.
"I cannot stand his whining one minute longer," he seethed. "Ever since he was given that repulsive medicine, Legolas has returned to running about complaining and pining away."
"What?" Emily asked. "It does explain the picnic, I guess. Here, have a juice box."
"Thank you," Glorfindel said, taking the small carton. Emily tried to explain to him how to use the straw to open the box, but much to the amusement of the others present, Glorfindel could not master that particular trick. Soon, most of the juice had either leaked on his hand and arm or fallen on the ground.
Giggling, Emily handed him another juice. "So, what kind of medicine did Legolas get?"
"It was something both foul-smelling and looking. I believe it was called... Pepto something?"
Emily laughed, it was just too hard not to, and who could deny the slow creep of insanity. She knew that if she ever got out of here it would be straight to the psychiatrist's office.