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zhieNext three drabbles -- Think (Celeborn and Galadriel, about Finrod); Smoke (Elrond & Celebrian) ; Shoes (Haldir & Arwen... writing them tonight was like rediscovering an old friend, heh)
(six drabbles, no Glorfindel... odd....)
THINK
“You have told me much of three of your brothers, but say very little of your eldest sibling.”
“You already know Finrod; he can tell you of himself,” replied Galadriel as she and Celeborn strolled through the garden.
Celeborn paused to pull a pair of ripe apples from a low branch. He checked them for worms before offering the redder to the somewhat mysterious lady he was actively courting. “I would rather you told me about him.”
“Oh?”
“It means I spend more time with you.”
“Oh. Well, there is very little to him. He is my brother, and he just likes to think.”
“To think?”
“Yes.”
“Is that his occupation, or his hobby?”
Galadriel contemplated before taking a bite of the juicy fruit. “Yes.”
SMOKE
“Here you are -- I have been looking for you everywhere!” Celebrian carefully lifted her dress with one hand and walked across the shingles to the peak of the roof where her husband sat, looking over the valley. She let out a little laugh when Elrond tried to conceal a small, smoking item. “Is that a pipe in your hand?”
With a sigh, Elrond held it up. “Everyone has their vices, darling.”
“Why have you been hiding this from me?” she was curious, hardly upset
“First, I was keeping it from your parents; then, after we married, I did not want the children to see it... I suppose you want me to stop.”
“Actually, I could use a pull of that myself,” smiled Celebrian ruefully.
SHOES
“Sorry I am late,” apologized Haldir. “I was cleaning my closet.”
“Ah.” Arwen nodded. “I understand. I like to keep my closets clean, too.”
Haldir chuckled, knowing he was being teased a bit by his best friend. “Wait, what do you mean, closets. How many do you have?”
“Just three.”
“Oh, just three,” he said; his turn to tease now.
“One each for winter, summer, and shoes,” replied Arwen, as if it was most natural to have multiple closets for one’s wardrobe.
Haldir’s brows arched. “One just for shoes? How many pairs do you have?”
“A girl needs a lot of shoes. Different colors, different kinds.”
“But you can only wear one pair at a time.” He paused. “Must be a girl thing.”
Arwen smirked.
(six drabbles, no Glorfindel... odd....)
THINK
“You have told me much of three of your brothers, but say very little of your eldest sibling.”
“You already know Finrod; he can tell you of himself,” replied Galadriel as she and Celeborn strolled through the garden.
Celeborn paused to pull a pair of ripe apples from a low branch. He checked them for worms before offering the redder to the somewhat mysterious lady he was actively courting. “I would rather you told me about him.”
“Oh?”
“It means I spend more time with you.”
“Oh. Well, there is very little to him. He is my brother, and he just likes to think.”
“To think?”
“Yes.”
“Is that his occupation, or his hobby?”
Galadriel contemplated before taking a bite of the juicy fruit. “Yes.”
SMOKE
“Here you are -- I have been looking for you everywhere!” Celebrian carefully lifted her dress with one hand and walked across the shingles to the peak of the roof where her husband sat, looking over the valley. She let out a little laugh when Elrond tried to conceal a small, smoking item. “Is that a pipe in your hand?”
With a sigh, Elrond held it up. “Everyone has their vices, darling.”
“Why have you been hiding this from me?” she was curious, hardly upset
“First, I was keeping it from your parents; then, after we married, I did not want the children to see it... I suppose you want me to stop.”
“Actually, I could use a pull of that myself,” smiled Celebrian ruefully.
SHOES
“Sorry I am late,” apologized Haldir. “I was cleaning my closet.”
“Ah.” Arwen nodded. “I understand. I like to keep my closets clean, too.”
Haldir chuckled, knowing he was being teased a bit by his best friend. “Wait, what do you mean, closets. How many do you have?”
“Just three.”
“Oh, just three,” he said; his turn to tease now.
“One each for winter, summer, and shoes,” replied Arwen, as if it was most natural to have multiple closets for one’s wardrobe.
Haldir’s brows arched. “One just for shoes? How many pairs do you have?”
“A girl needs a lot of shoes. Different colors, different kinds.”
“But you can only wear one pair at a time.” He paused. “Must be a girl thing.”
Arwen smirked.
