Disclaimer: Last time I checked, Tolkien is still the one that wrote Lord of the Rings. And last time I checked, I'm not Tolkien. So there you go….
Chapter 7: Ooops?
While sitting in the tree, holding on for dear life because I was laughing so hard, I caught a glimpse of Henwen out from the corner of my eye. She was running around as if she had Sauron himself on her tail. Unfortunately this only made me laugh even harder, if that's possible. Before I could react, my hands lost their grip, and I tumbled backwards. I screamed at the top of my lungs while waving my hands in circular motion, trying to gain my balance back. It failed miserably…
My butt hit the ground, hard. I even got the air knocked out of me with a big 'Ooof'. This was no longer my lucky day. Some unmentionable words slipped through my mouth as I stood up, rubbing my sore behind.
A loud coughing noise caught my attention and I lifted my gaze. My little accident seemed to have attracted much unwanted attention from raging males. I was completely surrounded. Henwen was there also. She was being held 'hostage' by the One and Only, Glorfindel. I darted my eyes around nervously.
"Ooops?" was the only thing I mustered to say. I felt so stupid in that moment you wouldn't believe it.
They just glared at me. I was desperately searching my mind for something clever to say, or at least a way out. But it didn't look like that was going to happen any time soon. If I knew myself well enough, I would probably just keep digging my own grave.
"Err…hmm…." I forced a smile and tried my best to look innocent. And let me just tell you, they did not seem to be the very least impressed.
"Well, well. Look what we have here." One of the elves took a step towards me. I responded by taking one backwards.
"Give us the clothes back this instant!" Glorfindel stared at me. Like he possessed some kind of power to kill people if he looked at them long enough. I cringed slightly.
But honestly, I didn't know whether to be scared out of this world or just laugh my head off. There before me stood, about fifteen, angry males, with almost no clothes on. I had really outdone myself this time.
"NOW!" I snapped out of my train of thoughts at Glorfindel's angry voice.
Henwen looked over at me with wide eyes. I gave her a secretive smile. Because at that moment a thought struck me like a gift sent from the Valar. The only problem was….did I dare? I wasn't even sure if it would work. *If they fall for this one, I really hope Henwen grabs the chance I present her with.* I pondered over my plan for but a moment, praying it would save both me and Henwen.
The sound of footsteps made me loose my train of thoughts, and I looked up. A certain 'Bedroom Elf' was slowly closing in on me. It was now or never. My body tensed slightly and I put on a fake shocked face. I raised my arm and pointed to somewhere in the distance behind the enraged males. I was struggling with myself to keep a straight face as I was laughing hysterically on the inside. Then I spoke up with astonishment clear in my voice.
"By the Valar….look!" I kept my hand raised, trying to get them to turn around. I was absolutely relying on the elves curiosity here.
I was so nervous since I couldn't predict if it would work the way I had intended, and if it didn't….I still had a bunch of vindictive males on my hands.
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