Random ficlets to ease depression: 3. Of Hopeful Hearts and Elven Laughs

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3. Of Hopeful Hearts and Elven Laughs

Elladan and Elrohir came into the feasting hall, still dressed in the hunting clothes that they had worn on the way to Mirkwood. They looked for their brother, but couldn't see the ranger's darker hair amongst the blonde Silvan elves. However, they did spot Legolas, sitting in the corner of the great room and looking very moody. Elladan and Elrohir walked over to him and sat down, Elladan on his left and Elrohir on his right.

"Mae govannen, mellon-nín*." Elladan greeted his friend.

"What has left you in such a mood?" Added Elrohir. Legolas simply shrugged and drowned the mug of mead that sat in front of him. He really had been around Estel for too long.

"Where is Estel?" Elladan asked, looking around quickly as if hoping to see him. "He came to see you, did he not?"

"Yé, yes, he came here." Legolas sighed, slipping in and out of the elven tongue. "But I have seen little of him."

"Do you know where he is now?" The question seemed to make Legolas (if it was possible) more depressed then ever. He shrugged again, avoiding answering the twins.

"Is he harmed, Legolas?"

The elven prince snorted loudly, something else he would not have done before he became friends with the human. "Hurt? Nay, except for in his heart."

"Then where is he? And why will you not tell us where he is?"

"I do not know his exact whereabouts, only where he will be. And it is not that I do not wish to tell you of how your brother . . ." Legolas was interrupted by the arrival of Gelir and Silros, two of Legolas's friends, who sat down opposite the twins and Legolas.

"Is Estel . . .?" Gelir did not need to finish his question, Legolas knew what it would be and nodded.

"Oh, Ráivalar** . . . Just tell us where Estel is, what he has done, or what has happened to him." Elladan burst out. Gelir and Silros laughed, the smaller elf answering the older twin's request.

"Estel has fallen in love with Méla."

Elrohir laughed, as panic crossed Elladan's fair face. "Méla Melërárimba***?"

"The very same."

"I though she dwelt in Lothlórien!?"

"Nay, she came here for a visit."

"Speaking of Méla . . . here she comes!"

"Oh no, hide me! And Elrohir! Quickly." Elladan moaned. Legolas pushed him under the table, and Elrohir followed here, shaking with suppressed laughter. A fair maiden walked up to them, dressed in white, her long, dark hair falling down her back.

"Oh, hello, Legolas, fancy seeing you here." She said in a high voice, ignoring Gelir and Silros. "That friend of yours, Estel, he's very cute, kind of sweet, don't you think."

Legolas frowned. "Sweet? He is a ranger of the north, I do not think that sweet would suffice."

"Oh, that is true enough, he is no doubt a mighty warrior, just like you." She said, the sweetness in her voice attracting several million metaphoric ants, and several male elves. "Sorry, I cannot stay longer, but I need to have my hair done for the ball tonight." With that she floated off, her usual train of boys following in her stead. Elladan climbed out from under the table, wearily.

"Has she gone?"

"Yes. Ten hours to do her hair? Surely not?"

"I think . . ."

"Yes, she loves me. But I feel like staying a bachelor a while yet. Why did you have to hide? And where is Elrohir?"

"Having a laughing fit and. . ." Elladan blushed, his normally pale skin turning bright pink. "And I used to go out with her . . ." Elrohir emerged from under the table, his face also red from tying not to laugh.

"Oh, this is too much!" He exclaimed, gulping down another set of laughs. "Méla is here, Estel has fallen in love with him, she calls him sweet, and she has a crush on Legolas. Oh, too much!" He fell to the fall, shaking silently.

"You'd best leave him. He'll be like that for a while yet. When he recovers we'll go and rescue Estel . . ."

It took a good ten minutes for Elrohir to recover, and then Elladan and Elrohir went to find Estel, arguing amongst themselves.

Twenty minutes later Estel ran into the room, espied Legolas and came over to his table. He grabbed his mug and drowned the liquid that it had just been refilled with.

"I am *never* falling in love again." He declared. "I can't believe I have the same taste in girls as my *brother*! And she called me "Sweet"!"

The sound of Elven laughter echoed up to the ceiling of the fair hall, as Legolas laughed. It was good to have his friend back!

~ ~ ~

* Mae govannen, mellon-nín = Well met, my friend.

** Ráivalar = By the Valar (quenya)

*** Melërárimba = loved by many (quenya)

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Purplefluffychainsaw

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Era: Multi-Age

Genre: Humor

Rating: General

Last Updated: 07/18/04

Original Post: 07/18/04

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