Vacation
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Adult ++
Chapters:
20
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3,027
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16
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Part 2
Part Two…
“What did you do?”
“Me? Not a thing. Why?”
“If you haven’t noticed we seem to be the center of scrutiny, practically everyone is watching us, whispering and some have even taken to pointing.”
“Well why are you blaming me?”
A meaningful look was sent in his direction. “Perhaps due to the fact that almost everything is your fault.”
“Well this time it is not, but if it will please you and make you feel better I shall go and inform those uncivilized little toadies that it is beyond rude to point.”
“And what is it to steal other peoples clothing?”
Lorien started at the voice coming from directly behind him and turned to stare up at two identical faces, quickly taking in the matching ominous frowns and defensive stances. Smiling brightly he turned back to Manwë.
“Someone to see you. And if you will excuse me I believe I see an old friend…”
“Don’t even think about it. Sit!”
Knowing an order when he heard one Lorien halted his standing motion and quickly seated himself with an audible thump back onto the bench and sighed heavily.
Satisfied that Lorien was no longer attempting an escape Manwë turned his attention to the two scowling elves.
“May I inquire as to what you are referrin?”
?”
The dark haired elf on the right clenched his jaw, while the one on the left gestured in obvious irritation at Manwë’s clothing. “The robes you wear do not belong to you and the owner does not recall giving you permission to borrow them”
“I see.” Casting an inquisitive look towards Lorien he simply waited for the fidgeting Valar to respond.
“Oh fory’s y’s sake… I was the one who stole the robes from the lau bas basket.” Glowering at Manwë he stood defiantly to face the twin elves before continued. “He’s too large and none of the spare clothing you had available in this cursed place would fit and I simply could not have him running around bare assed naked and causing a riot. There! I have confessed my horrible sin, may Manwë himself strike me down for my transgression.”
Continuing to glaring defiantly at the two stunned looking young elf Lords Lórien steadfastly refused to acknowledge the choked noises emanating from Manwë and waited for a response.
After several long minutes of silence, as the entire room was intently waiting for what ever was to come next, Elladan turn to his left and made eye contact with the small group of Lords seated at the main table. Receiving a slight smile and short nod he turned back to the two visitors before him. Glancing from the bl elf elf standing in front of him, who seemed to be half way between a pout and a snit, to the blonde seated on the bench, who appeared to be suffering a conniption, he smiled wryly.
“Perhaps you would care to join us at the main table and give your… unique explanation to Lord Glorfindel personally, after all it is his clothing you are wearing?!”
Turning to face Manwë, Lórien smiled sweetly and raise both eyebrows mischievously. “Shall we?”
Sighing in resignation Manwë nodded before standing up. Looking expectantly at the twins he waited patiently for them to lead him to the waiting Lords. Standing beside him Lórien smirk in satisfaction at the surprised expressions of the watching elves as they took in the tall bulky form of Manwë, the smirk changing to a full out grin at Elrohir’s next words.
“You’re huge!”
Manwë flushed a faint pink and shifted slightly, pulling awkwardly at the fabric of his sleeve as though subconsciously trying to hide himself while only serving to draw attention to the fact that even the robes he now wore did not adequately fit his form.
Collecting himself Elrohir rotated sharply on one foot and began to lead the way to the main table, Elladan directly behind him. Pausing for a brief moment to allow some space between the departing half-elves Manwë bent side ways and hissed irritably into the pointed ear of his companion.
“May Manwë himself strike me down?”
“I thought it added a dramatic touch.”
“Be grateful I did not see fit to full fill that half witted plea of yours the moment you uttered it. Now let us go introduce ourselves to our host so you can offer an agy, gy, and it had best be good.”
To Be Continued…
“What did you do?”
“Me? Not a thing. Why?”
“If you haven’t noticed we seem to be the center of scrutiny, practically everyone is watching us, whispering and some have even taken to pointing.”
“Well why are you blaming me?”
A meaningful look was sent in his direction. “Perhaps due to the fact that almost everything is your fault.”
“Well this time it is not, but if it will please you and make you feel better I shall go and inform those uncivilized little toadies that it is beyond rude to point.”
“And what is it to steal other peoples clothing?”
Lorien started at the voice coming from directly behind him and turned to stare up at two identical faces, quickly taking in the matching ominous frowns and defensive stances. Smiling brightly he turned back to Manwë.
“Someone to see you. And if you will excuse me I believe I see an old friend…”
“Don’t even think about it. Sit!”
Knowing an order when he heard one Lorien halted his standing motion and quickly seated himself with an audible thump back onto the bench and sighed heavily.
Satisfied that Lorien was no longer attempting an escape Manwë turned his attention to the two scowling elves.
“May I inquire as to what you are referrin?”
?”
The dark haired elf on the right clenched his jaw, while the one on the left gestured in obvious irritation at Manwë’s clothing. “The robes you wear do not belong to you and the owner does not recall giving you permission to borrow them”
“I see.” Casting an inquisitive look towards Lorien he simply waited for the fidgeting Valar to respond.
“Oh fory’s y’s sake… I was the one who stole the robes from the lau bas basket.” Glowering at Manwë he stood defiantly to face the twin elves before continued. “He’s too large and none of the spare clothing you had available in this cursed place would fit and I simply could not have him running around bare assed naked and causing a riot. There! I have confessed my horrible sin, may Manwë himself strike me down for my transgression.”
Continuing to glaring defiantly at the two stunned looking young elf Lords Lórien steadfastly refused to acknowledge the choked noises emanating from Manwë and waited for a response.
After several long minutes of silence, as the entire room was intently waiting for what ever was to come next, Elladan turn to his left and made eye contact with the small group of Lords seated at the main table. Receiving a slight smile and short nod he turned back to the two visitors before him. Glancing from the bl elf elf standing in front of him, who seemed to be half way between a pout and a snit, to the blonde seated on the bench, who appeared to be suffering a conniption, he smiled wryly.
“Perhaps you would care to join us at the main table and give your… unique explanation to Lord Glorfindel personally, after all it is his clothing you are wearing?!”
Turning to face Manwë, Lórien smiled sweetly and raise both eyebrows mischievously. “Shall we?”
Sighing in resignation Manwë nodded before standing up. Looking expectantly at the twins he waited patiently for them to lead him to the waiting Lords. Standing beside him Lórien smirk in satisfaction at the surprised expressions of the watching elves as they took in the tall bulky form of Manwë, the smirk changing to a full out grin at Elrohir’s next words.
“You’re huge!”
Manwë flushed a faint pink and shifted slightly, pulling awkwardly at the fabric of his sleeve as though subconsciously trying to hide himself while only serving to draw attention to the fact that even the robes he now wore did not adequately fit his form.
Collecting himself Elrohir rotated sharply on one foot and began to lead the way to the main table, Elladan directly behind him. Pausing for a brief moment to allow some space between the departing half-elves Manwë bent side ways and hissed irritably into the pointed ear of his companion.
“May Manwë himself strike me down?”
“I thought it added a dramatic touch.”
“Be grateful I did not see fit to full fill that half witted plea of yours the moment you uttered it. Now let us go introduce ourselves to our host so you can offer an agy, gy, and it had best be good.”
To Be Continued…