Live Journal FeedAuthor: Forest
Pairing: None
Rating: PG13 (to be safe)
Genre: Humour
WARNING: Insanity
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Summary: Jack Sparrow and Will Turner are somehow transported to Lorien but how will the elves take to them? How will the ladies of HL take to them? Will Jack drink all of Lorien dry?
Spoilers: None
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Chapter 5
Earlier that day, Rumil had come to Forest’s talan to enlist her help. However, she had still not quite forgiven him for giving the illegal rum to Beleril and it took much pleading and apologising on his part to get her to even say she would consider it. Rumil took
this offer gladly, and hastily departed the talan, leaving Forest thinking hard about the task in hand.
Rumil had asked her to do two things. One, she was sure she could cope with, and the other, well, she wasn’t so sure. Rumil had just told her the plans for the night’s events, and had begged her to keep it quiet. This, Forest was sure she could do. However, he had also
asked her to scout around and see if she could find anyone else that would join him and his brother for their segment of entertainment.
He had given her a list with all the elves and elleths who had refused, and unfortunately, he had already asked the people Forest had even remotely considered for the job. One thing was certain however. If she couldn’t find anyone, they would have to lump it,
for she was not putting herself in for what they had planned.
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“I don’t know!” Forest thought to herself, “I could have done so much more with my morning, but instead I’m helping those two disaster areas out!”
Forest had asked all the elves and elleths she could think of, all that was, save one.
Eventually, she stood outside the door of his talan, her heart hammering in her chest. She knew what she was about to ask him would result in her looking like an idiot, and if he refused.....she didn’t want to even think about how mortified she’d be then. Forest knocked
lightly on the door and paced around outside, practising what she was going to say.
“Good morning” she murmured to herself. “I was wondering if- no that won’t work. Good day, I am sorry to bother you, but I need to ask you – no!”
She was fast reaching the end of her tether with trying to concoct something that would make her embarrassment less and make the request seem ever so slightly more normal. Then, it hit her. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it before. She pulled out a pencil and
a scrap of parchment from her pocket and scribbled something on it. Grinning, she shoved the paper back in her pocket and waited for the door to open.
“Hey Forest!”
The shout ripped through the silence of the morning making Forest nearly jump twice her height in the air. She whipped around and frantically tried to see where the voice had come from. Finally, she gazed downwards and saw Zu standing there, waving madly up at her.
“Hi Zu!” she replied with relief, waving back. Then, as luck would have it, a second idea struck her. “Erm....Zu?”
“Yes?”
The door behind Forest suddenly opened and Forest had to make her what-would-have-been-a-long-and-detailed-request, much shorter.
“Stay there!”
“What?” Zu looked more than confused.
“Please, just stay there. I’ll only be a minute”. With that, Forest disappeared inside the talan, leaving Zu standing completely dumbfounded on the ground outside.
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“Good afternoon, Glorfindel” said Forest good naturedly, once inside the talan. “How are you faring this morning?”
Glorfindel raised a brow in amusement. “Fine, thank you. And you?”
“Oh, fine, fine. Just peachy!” Forest lied.
“Good” said Glorfindel, still a little suspicious. “Tea?”
“Um....no thanks, Fin. This is only a flying visit”. With that, she pulled the crumpled up piece of parchment from her pocket and gave it to the Balrog slayer. “I was asked to give you this”.
Glorfindel read the parchment thoughtfully. “Who gave it you?” he
asked.
“Rumil” she said, truthfully this time.
“So, Rumil wants me to help provide the entertainment for the party tonight?”
Forest nodded. “Yes. He said if you agree, to come to his talan at midday today”.
“I’ll think about it” replied Glorfindel with a smile.
“Ah! Thank you!” Forest heaved a sigh of relief and before Glorfindel could change his mind, she hastily departed the talan, leaving him to his thoughts. Remarkably, when she got outside again, Zu was still there.
“You’re still here!” Forest gaped in amazement.
“Yeah, duh. You asked me to stay...remember?”
Forest chuckled and quickly made her way down the stairs to greet her
friend.
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“You want me to do what?” said Zu in disbelief after Forest had explained the initial plan to her.
“I don’t want you to do anything. I’m just the poor messenger here!” replied Forest defensively. “It’s Rumil and Orophin that want you to help....well, actually, they want anyone that will agree to it, to help” she corrected herself.
Zu raised a brow.
“Alright” said Forest with a laugh and threw up her hands. “I admit defeat. Just remember, if you want in, come to Rumil’s talan at midday today”.
Zu nodded and with a grin, left Forest standing shaking her head in mock despair at Zu’s retreating back.
Forest herself went on a search to find Rumil and to tell him the partial good news....
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“Glorfindel?” asked Rumil, between sniggers. “You actually managed to get him to agree?”
Eventually, Forest had found Rumil as per usual in the gardens, writing out yet another one of his all too well-known bawdy songs – which he would read to his two brothers of an evening for their opinions and suggestions for possible improvements.
Rumil called it “being creative, artistic and useful for expanding upon one's literary skills”.
Haldir called it “bloody annoying”.
At this precise moment in time, Forest had brought Rumil back to her talan to discuss the events of the morning. Naturally, Rumil had occupied the comfy armchair, and Forest, the wicker chair as it was the only one left.
“Well, not exactly ‘agree’” she replied admittedly. “But he didn’t refuse either”.
“Ah, well. At least that’s something” said Rumil, taking another sip of his cocoa. “So, we have Zu also?”
“She’s another ‘maybe’” replied Forest.
“What is it with the world these days, I honestly do not know!” sighed Rumil. “No one seems capable of a straight answer”. He took yet another sip of his drink and peered over the rim. Suddenly, his eyes seemed to almost sparkle, and he looked upon Forest as though
suddenly seeing her in a new light.
“Hang on” he said, lowering his mug.
“Oh nononononono!” said Forest sternly.
“Oh yes!” grinned Rumil, happily, clapping his hands together. “Why in Elbereth’s name did I not see it before?”
“Because you knew I would knock your block off if you so much as mentioned the idea!” replied Forest savagely.
Rumil chuckled. “Go on! What harm can it do?”
“I have my dignity to consider for one thing” said Forest.
“Dignity? Pffffftt!” grinned Rumil. “True, you have a bit of dignity left, but this is just a bit of fun! As I said, no harm can come of it”.
Forest considered this for several minutes before replying. “Alright” she said, the resignation evident in her voice. “But only if we can find no one else by noon”.
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Noon, however, came quicker than either Rumil or Forest had thought. It was already half an hour before Forest’s pre-set deadline for herself and they had not found anyone else...yet.
Forest walked the gardens, thinking to herself. If she did what Rumil asked, it wouldn’t be that bad, would it? After all, she had performed 'Lady Marmalade' at the Faire, but still, she hoped that someone would come round the corner to grant her the wish of him or her taking her potential place.
Immersed in her own thoughts, Forest dawdled past high bushes of roses and sweet smelling flora until-
“OUCH!”
Forest found herself face to chest with none other than the son of Elrond – Elladan.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, astounded.
“Oh, a fine welcome, I’m sure” he grinned. “Ada’s on vacation, and he decided it would do us some good to visit grandmother”.
“Why?”
Elladan shrugged. “Don’t ask me. I just came down here to get away from things. You know, he’s already trying to get me married off to some ‘eligible’ Lorien elleth bachelor-ette?”
Forest smirked. “I can see your reasoning”.
“Too true” sighed Elladan. “May I walk with you?”
“If you wish” replied Forest, “only I have to be at Rumil’s talan for noon”.
Elladan stopped dead in his tracks, one foot half way off the ground in mid-stride and raised an amused brow at her. “Oh really?”
“No, not for anything like that!” she said hurriedly. “He’s planning the entertainment for this evening”.
Only after she’d said those words, did Forest realise she had dug herself into an even deeper hole.
“And what entertainment might that be?” said Elladan, waggling his eyebrows suggestively at her.
“Shut up!” she smirked, whacking him playfully on the arm. “If you must know, there is to be a party this evening in the west clearing and Rumil has been using me as messenger to ask people if they will participate in the entertainment”.
“I’ll do it” said Elladan calmly.
“What?” Forest was sure she had heard incorrectly.
“I’ll be happy to help out, as long as it doesn’t involve baking. I’m terrible at that”.
“Oh no, it’s singing and dancing” Forest assured him, feeling utterly elated.
“That’s fine then” said Elladan, linking his arm through Forest’s. “Now, I believe it is almost noon and - I know!” said Elladan, clicking his fingers on a sudden flash of inspiration. “I think Elrohir may be up for this too, if you need another elf, that is”.
“The more the merrier!” laughed Forest, hardly daring to believe it.
“Fine. I’ll meet you at Rumil’s talan at noon with my brother, hopefully” smiled Elladan. “Okay?”
“Okay!” grinned Forest.
With that, the son of Elrond, disappeared back through the gardens and out of sight. Forest, meanwhile, all but skipped back up the steps to Rumil’s talan, feeling thoroughly happy and almost let off the hook – if the others turned up.
Behind a bush nearby where Forest had been talking with Elladan, hid Dorothy and Zhie. They too had been walking through the gardens when they had accidentally overheard Forest’s conversation.
“What do you think?” asked Dorothy with a grin.
“Well, it sounds interesting to say the least” Zhie grinned back.
“Interesting? My dear Zhie, you have a chance here, of probably dancing with the twin sons of Elrond! I cannot even begin to comprehend why you would pass such an opportunity up!”
“True!” said Zhie, grabbing Dorothy by the arm. “Let’s go!”
“What? I didn’t say I’d do it too!”
“Oh, go on Dorothy. As you said, an opportunity of dancing with the twins. How CAN you pass that up?”
“Mean!” smirked Dorothy, but still resigned to following the overly happy Zhie to Rumil’s talan.
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Note from Author:
Sorry this took so long to get up. What with RL and stuff, I've been so busy as of late. *sighs* Thankfully, I caught a break and time to get this finally uploaded.
“So much for the preliminaries, and now on to the main event!”
~Forest
PS: Anyone recognise the quote?
