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Celeborn and I had missed something very, very important in our devious plan. And no, it was not the evil laugh; it took me forever to get him to understand the concept of the mwa ha ha's!

"I need an alibi!', I said, mentally face palming when I realized what we had forgotten.

"I wish I could be of some help, Rielásse, but I'm afraid I have not the slightest idea what that is."

"It's a story that proves you were somewhere else when the crime occurred."

"Ah. I believe I understand. When I am certain that the men in your company have dressed, I will escort you back and tell everyone that you spent the evening with me. Shall that be sufficient enough?"

"Geniusly devious,daerada.No one shall even be suspicious! " I gave him a big bear hug and he returned it. "Okay!', I gasped. "You can let go now!"

Celeborn chuckled as he gave one last squeeze before leading me towards the fellowship's headquarters, careful to avoid his wife.

I suppose he'll be sleeping on the couch tonight.

"Rielásse,penneth! Wake up! Wake up,ilfrith." Celeborn's voice called to me and I blinked the sleep from my eyes. "Shall we take this joke a little farther?', he asked with a wink.

I quietly scrambled from my blankets, careful not to wake the fellowship, and followed him to his flet. When we arrived he went straight to his ornately carved desk and began searching thorough the drawers for a piece of parchment. A voice from the door made us both jerk our heads upright.

"Celeborn, would you like to explain why you took our granddaughter to themen's bathing gladelast night?"

Our heads snapped to the doorway to see Galadriel looking sternly at her husband.

"Um... Moral support?', I offered, causing the Lady of the Galadhrim to roll her blue eyes.

"Of course.', she replied dryly. "If there were any morals to speak of in the first place. Celeborn, what were you thinking?"

"I was thinking of how much Arwen and the twins would have loved to be there!', he responded cheekily.

"Meleth." She chided, rubbing her forehead in frustration. "When will you ever act your age?"

"If I acted my age, the world would be a much gloomier place."

And here I've always thought of them as a boring old couple. Yet here they are: bickering like any husband and wife would.

"Stay here for a moment, little one. I need to speak with yourdaerada."

My grandmother pushed her spouse into a separate room, and I heard (okay... I eavesdropped) their whispered conversation before something (or someone) blocked it out. Trying to find something to occupy myself with, I glanced around Celeborn's study. A book shelf caught my eye, and I hurried over to it.

After flipping through several of the leather bound books I had found, I replaced them with a sigh.

"There's no pictures!"

"Rielásse?"

I whirled around to see Celeborn had walked back into the room.

"Thank goodness you're alive! I thought for certain that you were a goner."

"I'm afraid I almost was. But yourmavwencalmed down after I explained that you had had your eyes covered for the worst part."

An awkward silence filled the room as we heard Galadriel exit her room and make her way out of the flet.

"Are we still going to do it?', I asked as I hopped around on my tip toes with excitement.

"Do what?" He furrows his forehead in order to look like he's confused.

What is it with elves and their eyebrows?

"Take the joke a little further?"

"Even after you saw your grandmother scold someone? Does that not make you the a little bit fearful?"

"Well, yeah. But being afraid makes it more fun, right?"

A slow smile spread across Celeborn's face.

"I am very glad to hear you say that, little one."

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"Would you care to explain what the three of you were doing last night?"

Celeborn is back in "I'm a scary elf lord" mode, and he is currently staring down a rather embarrassed group of males. Me, I'm sitting beside him and trying not to snicker.

The fellowship had decided to take up Lady Galadriel's offer and eat supper with the elves of Lothlórien tonight, and it was the perfect chance to complete our plan. I would insert an evil laugh here, but Celeborn told me to stop doing that before the healers insisted on seeing me for insanity.

"What do you mean, my lord?', asked Boromir as he squirmed uncomfortably in his chair as several of the Galadhrim looked towards our table.

"I believe you know exactly what I mean, son of Gondor."

I rolled my eyes.

"In other words, why did you, Aragorn, and Legolas all go streaking through Caras Galadhon last night?', I helpfully piped up.

Apparently that phrase was known in Middle Earth, because a gasp rippled through the dining hall and I saw several of the elven lords choke on their wine. Either that or they were snickering into their fermented fruit juice. Probably the latter.

"I believe you now, Frodo.', Merry whispered none too quietly. "I thought you were pulling wool over my eyes."

Has anyone ever seen an elf blush? Because I just got a huge overdose of blushing elves. And when I say blushing, I mean they looked like they were about to burst into flames.

Galadriel was probably the only elleth in the room that was not turning into a tomato; she was too busy sending a death glare towards her husband. In the end though, her sense of humor won out and she discreetly wiped her mouth with a napkin to hide her smile.

Legolas was flushing to the very tips of his ears, which was hilarious if anyone in the room had actually stopped to think about it. Boromir had a look of absolute dread on his face, and I have no doubt that he would have rather faced an army of orcs than this embarrassing interrogation. And as for Aragorn, he sat in silence for a few moments; his face betraying nothing.

Nice poker face, ranger dude.

He glared at me and I giggled when I realized what I had just said out loud.

"Someone decided to steal away our clothes last night, my lord. Unfortunately, we discovered that they were only taken away to be cleansed, and were replaced with fresh raiments after we had left. I apologize if we caused any embarrassment.', Estel explained.

Galadriel raised an eyebrow, and I felt her softly enter my mind.

"You sent their clothes to be washed?"she asked in the confines of my thoughts.

It was the least I could do. Besides, knowing that if they had waited a few minutes after their things were taken they wouldn't have had to walk through your city in such a state only made them feel more stupid. And after what I've had to put up with in the past several weeks, they more than deserved it.

"And what exactly have you 'put up with?', niel?"

Ever heard a dwarf snore? Ever been kept up till dawn by a wizard and a ranger? Ever been teased by Legolas? Ever been—

"I believe I understand now."

Good. Why are guys so insensitive and prideful sometimes, mavwen?

"I believe that it is what makes them male. That or the Valar must have an odd sense of humor."

"Amen to that. I mean, have you met my brothers?"

"The 'freaks of nature', as you call them? Yes indeed. And I 'put up' with them, too. Now if you will excuse me, I believe I need to stop your daerada before he embarrasses my ladies to the point of fading."

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The humiliated party cornered me after supper and demanded to know if I had had anything to do with their missing clothes. I simply grinned at them.

"I've been sworn to secrecy. Ask no questions, and I tell no lies. Now, why don't you three musketeers go and pepper someone else with questions?', I replied with an sickeningly innocent smile.

"Or what?', Boromir asked as he folded his arms over his chest, sounding exactly like the bratty kid who lived next to Aunt Lydia back home.

"Or I brain you with your own shield. Ta ta!" I skipped off happily.

"I still swear that she had something to do with it.', Legolas mumbled.

"Perhaps we should take the matter to Celeborn tomorrow.', Aragorn calmly replied.

If you only knew.