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The prank war
Chapter 6
Glorfindel sunk into the old leather armchair, wishing that the floor would swallow him up whole. In the seats across from him, Erestor and Legolas were thinking along the same wavelengths. They all sat in silent embarrassment, too humiliated to even speak.
"Elladan and Elrohir are going to pay with their miserable lives for this." Legolas fumed. His fingers twitched as if they were wrapped around a certain elf's neck. The three of them were holed up in a long forgotten corner of the library. The shelves were caked with dust and cobwebs stretched in lurid patterns across the beams. No-one but Erestor knew it even existed.
Glorfindel was furiously writing up reports on a small table that was missing half a leg; he had stuffed an old book under the broken leg. He had placed his second in command in charge of training practices and then he had raced to this hidey-hole with an armful of supplies.
"I've been thinking." Legolas said after a while, "This calls for major retaliation on our part –"
"Legolas, your thinking is what got us into this mess in the first place." Erestor interrupted, his face still had not lost the look of mortification. He glared at the woodland prince.
"-This is how the plan goes..." He carried on as if Erestor had never spoken.
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Lindir left the Hall of Fire carrying his precious silver flute under his arm. He happily whistled as he walked along the corridors. The slender white-haired musician was just about to open his door when a hand came out of nowhere and pulled him into a dark alcove.
"What…" His words were muffled by a hand over his mouth.
"Ssh." A voice breathed in his ear. He struggled but the elf was too strong. Lindir's eyes widened as the elf continued to speak. Soon the hand over his mouth was not silencing words but silencing choked laughter. He enthusiastically nodded in agreement.
After he was released Lindir strolled into his modest room, a mischievous smile on his face. He kicked off his robes and slunk into bed, his mind going over the plan.
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Glorfindel bravely entered his office; his eyes darted about the room. He rummaged through the massive amounts of paper that littered the surface of his desk for the new reports that had come in today. A small knock stopped him in his tracks; standing nervously at the door was one of the newer recruits. The young elf entered, his face desperately trying to mask the amusement that was visible even across the room.
Glorfindel glared at the recruit.
"Sir, Captain Alagnen said to bring you the new reports." He stated. He handed the sheaf of papers to Glorfindel.
"Le hannon." He said curtly. He shooed the recruit out of the door and hurriedly walked back to the library, ignoring the hushed sniggers from people passing by.
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I have an odd request: I'm currently writing chapter 7 and was wondering if you could tell me one of the most embarrassing items of clothing you can think of, even if it seems stupid. any odd objects (a bear shaped polka dot teapot for example) that you might find springing into the story in odd and suprising places.
You don't have to but if you wanted to please tell me xx