hey everyone! Next chapter! Sorry this is a little late. I was busy and just managed to finish this sorta in time. Anyway, here you go!
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Chapter 7
I groaned as we headed to bed. "I am so going to have a sugar high crash." I sighed, flopping onto my pallet. "By the way, Lark, Ecthelion is yours." I told her, eyes closing on my pillow.
"Excuse me?" Said elf looked at me as though he didn't know whether to be offended or horrified. I grinned.
"I meant that you're under her responsibility, not mine. Ask Maeglin and Maglor." I explained, grabbing a hairbrush and pulling it through my hair.
Mairon climbed into my lap and gave me the puppy dog look. "Where did you learn how to do that?" I asked him incredulously, brushing through his hair.
"It comes naturally." He all but purred the answer. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh. I hope you don't start bursting into flames anytime soon- I have no idea how you ate that whole bag of hot tamales without dying of the spiciness." I grimaced.
"I'm a fire spirit." He grumbled. "I'm not affected by it as much as you are."
"Oh well duh, like I should have known." I snorted, tugging his hair. He stuck out his tongue at me.
"Lark!" I wailed. "He's giving me a raspberry!"
She started laughing uncontrollably. "Mairon, raspberry?" She gasped. I glared.
"Well you be on the receiving end and see how you think." I retorted.
"Lord Glorfy, you and Lord Thel get the mattresses next to me since the others are already taken." I added, tossing a pillow onto Maedhros where he relaxed in bed. He tossed it back.
"What was that for?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I grinned.
"Just an excuse." I waved it off.
"For what?" He asked suspiciously.
"For fun! Cannonball!" I yelped, making a flying jump onto the bed and tackling him with a pillow.
"Pillow fight!" Lark yelled, and whacked Maeglin in the face with a pillow. I died laughing at his face. He turned red and grabbed his pillow.
"You're going to pay for that!" He growled, lunging. With a squeak, Lark dived behind Ecthelion- who got the pillow in his face for his shielding. Maedhros took advantage of my handicap of laughter and grabbed his pillow, slamming it into my stomach.
I tumbled off of the bed and rolled behind Glorfindel. "Ummm, be my shield?" I asked sweetly, grinning at him. He opened his mouth- and started spitting feathers from the whack to his face. I screamed in laughter, tears streaming down my cheeks.
By now the whole room was in an uproar. Maeglin and Ecthelion were battling it out while Lark schemed to bring Maglor and Caranthir into it. Glorfindel was attempting to find a pillow while Mairon and I descended on Maedhros and Fingon, who had come to his friend's aid for the fun of it.
I ducked as a pillow swiped over my head and made a low blow to Maedhros' torso, managing to get him, just barely. He let out a grunt and then raised an eyebrow at me. With a yelp, I retreated behind my self-appointed shield just as he took another blow for me.
"Oh that's it." Glorfindel growled playfully. "No one smacks me." He stole my pillow and threw himself into the fray. I grinned maniacally at Mairon, who stood up on the dresser.
"Okay, I'm using my ring!" He yelled, and then launched from his perch to land on top of Ecthelion and then beam. "See, it works!" He said smugly.
I saw mom in the doorway, tears streaming down her cheeks from laughter, and sniggered. I sneaked over to Lark and whispered in her ear. She grinned back just as Ecthelion toppled Mairon's victory and flipped him over, burying him laughing in a pillow, under which issued a muffled shriek.
"For Gondolin!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, and joined myself into the jumbled mess. Glorfindel, Ecthelion, Maeglin, Mairon and I rallied while Lark, Fingon, Maedhros, Maglor, and Caranthir went against our team.
It was finally considered a draw. Glorfindel exited looking just fine, while the rest of us looked like we had just been through a hair-raising experience. I glomped onto Glorfindel.
"Safety blanket." I explained, to Lark's amusement. She smirked at me while Glorfy just grinned and winked at me. Lark glomped onto Ecthelion.
"Water. I like water, therefore I like The Lord of the fountain best." She stated. I rolled my eyes as the elves settled down with expectant looks. Okay then, so they expected a humorous battle?
"Film this, mom! We'll call it Fire vs Water!" I called, to which Lark burst into muffled laughter and mom went to get the camera. When it was successfully running, I rolled my eyes.
"Uh, no, fire is much better. I like gold better, therefore I say that The Lord of the House of the Golden Flower is the best of the best." I nodded determinedly. She scoffed while the elves raised eyebrows at me.
"Gothmog. Need I say any more?" She asked with a sniff.
"He was already injured by an elf before. Half credit." I retorted.
She wrinkled her nose. "Your elf fell off of a cliff." She pointed out.
"Whose remains were rescued my an eagle. What did your elf get? A watery grave in a fountain NAMED AFTER HIM. Call that bad luck." I sniggered. Ecthelion looked scandalized while Glorfindel burst into laughter.
"One point for me!" He called with a smirk.
Lark racked her brain. "Orcrist! Wielded by Thorin Oakenshield to kill Azog and also briefly by Legolas son of Thranduil Oropherion, price of Mirkwood." She tried.
"Pah. Sure, it's my favorite sword in the Hobbit, but hello, Glorfindel was back by then! Whole lot better than one sword." I scoffed.
"Great. I need to polish up on the Sils." I heard her mutter while I yawned and studied my nails.
"And this is episode one of Fire vs Water!" She blurted, and made the cut motion. I laughed.
"Yes! I win! Glorfindel reigns victorious!" I teased Lark, who pouted as the elves laughed.
"You know a lot about me, it seems." Glorfindel raised an eyebrow.
"Yep. I do. I've studied your life most extensively probably of all of the elves I know. You're the coolest, in my opinion- Lark, if you say a word I will personally kill you." I growled. She snapped her mouth shut with a smirk.
"For what?" The golden warrior asked.
"Nothing, just blackmail material- I have counter material." I said with a glare. Mom had left already.
"Like what?" She asked, looking scared. I grinned deviously.
"Lark's favorite elf in all of Middle Earth is- mmph!" I was cut off by her hand.
"Noooo! Don't say anything! He'll kill me!" She whined. I sniggered.
"Fine. Speaking of which, what are tomorrow's plans, Larky? We should have lots of fun, it's summer!" I squealed, picking up Mairon and doing a happy dance.
She giggled. "I don't know- well, there is the clothes issue for those two. Should we make an excuse to go to an amusement park or something while we're at it?" She replied lazily, lounging on top of Ecthelion.
"Uh, no. Roller coasters and elves do not mix. Can you imagine getting off of one afterwards? Disaster! No, I'd say we go to..." I thought for a moment, staring down at the Maia in my lap playing with his gold band.
"What don't we look up a cosplay event?" Lark suggested.
"No!" I said, horrified. "I don't have a costume, and besides, you know how that will turn out!" I said, reminding her of how the elves got here in the first place.
"Oh. Right." She hastily agreed.
"Come on brain, think!" I begged with a groan, rolling over with a pout and staring at Maedhros on the bed. He raised an eyebrow at me. I stuck out my tongue in reply.
"Elves and fun. Tolkien never said what elves did for fun." Lark muttered, tugging on Thel's hair absently. He tugged hers back.
"A-rash-shoo!" She suddenly sat up and sneezed. I burst into laughter as she clapped a hand over her mouth. Then I suddenly pinched my own nose- and coughed.
"I've got it!" She exclaimed. "We'll go to the mall, get our newcomers some clothes, and then why don't we go to a theater!?" She said triumphantly. I gave her a blank look.
"What exactly would we watch?" I asked.
"Well you know that the Hobbit BOFA just came out in 3D." She said, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Then we'll have to get the night ticket so we can have a marathon tomorrow showing them the first two movies." I replied, scooting myself so that I was comfortably stretched out with my head pillowed in Caranthir's lap.
"What. Are you doing." He demanded. I grinned up at him.
"What does it look like? Using you as a pillow, of course." I answered, making Lark snicker while he gave me the lip curl.
"Oh fine. Ooh, let's see how HP works on elves." I leaped up to me feet and pointed at each elf. "Eenie meenie miney moe, catch an elfling by his toe, if he screams, let him go, eenie meenie miney moe."
"Okay, looks like Fingon is first." I sat behind said elf and pulled his head down into my lap. He fell back with a yelp, surprised. I tilted my head at him.
"I didn't even realize you still had your gold strings in your hair." I mused, beginning to pet his head. HP stands for head-petting.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"It's called head-petting, and it is a form of relaxation." Lark answered, then did her own eenie meenie miney moe- and ended up with Maglor. Fingon began to drift off after only three minutes.
"Hey Lark, now I know that HP can work very well on elves." I said with a grin. She laughed as Fingon sat up, shaking his head.
"Yes, it does." He muttered.
"Wait a minute, the universal laws of petting state that it must be returned." I said with a pout, giving him the puppy dog look.
With a yelp, I was pulled away into Maedhros' lap on the bed. "He doesn't know how. I had seven brothers to help raise." He justified, and began to pet my hair. I purred. He pets well.
"Lucky!" Lark called. I gave her a coy grin.
"Find out how well Maglor pets. He uses a harp after all." I teased. Lark opened her mouth, but instead was pulled into said elf's lap and petted. She purred.
"Told you so." I mumbled. Just then, Mairon landed on my lap. I let out a strangled yell and crumpled up.
"Ow. Mairon, wrong spot!" I moaned. He had landed right on my stomach, hard. He giggled.
"Sorry." He said unrepentantly. I glared at him playfully.
"Oi! You little unrepentant brat!" I grabbed him and tossed him right on top of Lark, who shrieked and gasped, winded.
"Blame him!" I answered her dirty look with a sweet smile and flicked a finger in his direction.
"Your hair is unlike anything I've seen before. The color is interesting." Maedhros mused, pulling his fingers through my platinum-blonde locks.
"But I thought that the Alqualonde or Teleri had hair like mine. I mean, I know that certain Silvan elves do." I said with a blink.
"True, but never have I seen any up close." Was his reply.
"Oh. Well, if it's any comfort, what about your hair? I've never seen anything like that red before." I retorted, reaching up for a lock.
"I am known for my hair." He pointed out dryly. I grinned and rolled away off the bed right on top of Fingon, who let out a wheeze.
"Oops, sorry bro." I apologized, moving again. "Well, Maedhros, that may be true, but I'm a little more interested in Fin's hair. He was known for his hair- and that it was his downfall, which is unique." I said, grabbing a handful of golden hair.
"How many titles DO you have anyway, Glory?" I asked. He sighed at my nicknames while Lark sniggered.
"I don't know." He answered sourly.
"I should have asked for Erestor." I told Lark dryly. She grinned and nodded.
I moved to Caranthir. "How about you? I mean, it's wine colored, that's gotta be unusual." I noted, tugging on a strand. He stood, picked me up, to my protests, and set me down in Maeglin's lap.
"You take her." He said, and went back to his pallet to read a book. I gave him a raspberry and then remembered whose lap I was sitting on.
"Nope, I'm getting out of here." I said hastily, and fled.
"Celine?" Lark asked while Maeglin grunted.
"What?" I asked, grabbing Mairon and tucking him into the sheets tightly, since he was already falling asleep.
"Umm, I need an extra pillow." She said, looking around.
"Why?" I asked, baffled.
"Because there are way too many night lights."
...
I groaned. "Honestly, just decide already!" I complained, shifting Mairon on my hip. We were waiting for Lark to decide which snack to buy after getting Glorfindel and Ecthelion's clothes, which they were now wearing.
"Alright already! Here. I know you like these best." She tossed me a bag of Recees pieces, which I took and headed off to the counter with.
"Wha- oomph! Caranthir, stop tripping me!" Lark whined.
"I did nothing." Was the cool reply.
"Stuffy elf." I muttered, while Lark laughed, avenged. "So stuff it." I added as we got to the counter. His reply was to smack me upside the head.
"Oi big brother!" I complained, to which he just smirked.
"Hello there! How's your day?" It just had to be Ashley again, didn't it?
"Fine, thanks!" Lark bubbled. "Or not, depending on whose brother does what." She said dryly.
I grinned. "Oh so that's the catch, is it."
Ashley laughed. "Your families must be big." She conversed.
"One word. Groan." I replied, making her laugh. "Little brother, please stop chewing on my hair." I scolded Mairon, who had a lock of my hair in his mouth.
"But I'm hungry!" He whined. I face-palmed.
"You had a huge breakfast." I grumbled.
"Three hours ago." He complained. I sighed.
"Then we'll just have to get something on the way." Lark settled it. We finished checking out and told Ashley farewell, and decided to introduce our elves to Wendy's.
"I'm nervous." I told Lark dryly. She rolled her eyes at me.
After a rushed lunch, which the elves decided was just amateur, to our relief, we went back home to start the movie marathon.
That was a trip. The elves at first looked 0_0 when the image started rolling, then began asking a million questions, which Lark vaguely answered as I snickered at her discomfort. Then after the first movie was over, Mairon had to ask how they did such a thing, which led to an explanation of cameras and green screens and computer technology.
By the time Hobbit the Desolation of Smaug was on, I was exhausted as was Lark. But it went well on the whole. The elves set up complaints at the way the second movie ended, which was hilarious for Lark and I since we felt the same way.
When we finally got to the theater and watched 3D, I thought the elves were going to jump up and yell, but fortunately nothing went wrong. I have to admit, Smaug in 3D is pretty creepy.