A/N: A random idea that hit me late at night. I mean, seeing as how many people spell Rivendell RivenDALE, why not make it a real place? Basically a parody, I suppose. One-shot.

Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings.

Random Day in Rivendale

Elrod the Mostly-Elven walked along the beautiful paths of the Rivendale gardens, thinking about nothing and everything. Rivendale was a beautiful place. Trees, grass, flowers, water, they had everything here. After a few moments he turned onto a path that would lead him to the First Homely House. His home. Ah, how he loved his home! The First Homely House was, of course, homely. It was also a house. It was a beautiful house, with bedrooms and balconies and all sorts of wonderful hidden closets and a rather large kitchen. Elrod was an excellent cook, actually. A hidden talent. The rock which is ugly on the outside has gold on the inside, or so they say.

Elrod was not a good-looking Elf, he could actually be called ugly. His skin had been ruined so it had none of the glow that the other Elves seemed to have. His hair was coarse, dry, and he had split ends besides. His daughter, Arwim, had, fortunately, inherited her mother's looks. His eyes were dull, with no sparkle, his laugh was low and more like a growl than anything else. In short, Elrod was not an ordinary Elf.

Elrod truly longed for the day that he could go to the Off-White Havens, his final resting place, so to speak. The beauties and enchantments of Rivendale had nothing on the Off-White Havens. Only the Rivendale Elves had any chance of going to the Off-White Havens.

When Elrod arrived at the First Homely House, he stood staring at it for a moment, then went inside. After eating breakfast, which was the norm: scrumptious, mystical Rivendale fare, he decided to stroll about the First Homely House and admire things. Elrod did this almost daily, actually, but that is his secret.

After a while his beautiful daughter Arwim joined him, and together they strolled about in silence, simply enjoying the aura of Rivendale.

Rivendale was situated in a rather secluded corner of Middle-earth, not really near anything, but it was a mystical place anyway, surrounded by a forest that lent it its secluded appeal, since really they were quite near Ithilien, but they were set apart from the rest of Middle-earth anyway, which is why the Elves from Rivendale went to the Off-White Havens instead of the Grey Havens.

After eating lunch with Arwim, he took a book out to one of the many benches in the gardens of Rivendale, and sat there, trying to read. After a while he set the book down, because he didn't really feel like reading. Instead, he went to a random room and got a bow and a quiver of arrows, then went to a random part of Rivendale and practiced his aim. It is common knowledge(or should be) that Rivendale Elves are exceptional archers, so he had no problems with his shooting.

After he got bored with that, he decided to send a letter to Elrond in Rivendell. Elrond had long been jealous because Rivendale was ten times as beautiful as Rivendell.

Lord Elrond,

Greetings from Rivendale. Things are, as usual, beautiful and peaceful. I hear a rumor that there is some excitement going on over there, but I must admit that I am much more content here, without much hustle and bustle. I hope this letter finds you and your family in good health.

Sincerely,

Elrod of Rivendale

This was the common pattern of Elrod's letters to Rivendell. Elrond's replies usually consisted of the same information; his family was all in excellent health, there was no excitement, everything was beautiful and peaceful as usual.

Elrod went off to eat dinner, snickering for no apparent reason.

And so ends the Random Day in Rivendale.

A/N: This was not actually terribly funny, rather just a random little thing that I decided to write for no reason at all.