Just a little mini 'aftershock' chapter because I'm ill again and have been slacking. XD oh well, enjoy it anyway, luv Us xx
Oropher and Thranduil: *sat on the sofa drinking tea from dainty little cups in their pyjamas. Peaky from a night of frustrated screaming*
Thranduil: *barely whispers* We were so close. *takes a withering sip of tea*
Oropher: Only a small pile of paperwork and 2 signatures away..
Thranduil: Are you imagining it?
Oropher: *nods wistfully*
Thranduil: O' divorce, divorce. Wherefore art thou divorce?
Oropher: *shakily drinks tea* Deny thy Grandfather and refuse thou name. *saltily* Or if thou wilt NOT!
Thranduil: *equally saltily* Be but sworn my love and no longer be a Greenleaf! *sets cup and saucer down forcefully*
Oropher: And to think, that party was going so well.
Thranduil: I don't think the image of you smashing up the entire bar is going to leave me anytime soon.
Oropher: Well, a sudden freak announcement like that is terrible for my anxiety! You can't just burst in, annouce the worst and expect people to be fine with it!
Thranduil: *raking hands through hair* Yet it always happens like that with those two... *heavy breathing*
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*a series of flashbacks*
*doors open, both walk into breakfast hall*
All at table: *fall silent and stare in shock at the dwarf*
Aranwë(brother): *tiny wave*
Adrahil(brother): *slaps Aranwë's hand*
Legolas: *waves frantically* hey guys! Its me, remember? The brother who definitely didn't abandon you!
All at table: *still staring at Gimli*
Legolas: So. This is Gimli son of Gloin. *nudges Gimli awkwardly*
Thranduil: *slams spoon onto table* Gloin!?
Gimli: *sheepish smile*
.....
Thranduil: *chokes* could this morning get any worse?
Legolas: *storms in holding Gimli's hand* Ada! Me and Gimli are lovers and theres nothing you can do to change that!
Thranduil: Oh sweet mother of all that is good and pure, it just did! *passes out*
.....
Legolas: *comes sprinting into the garden* OME EVERYONE, GIMLI PROPOSED! *brandishes ring finger*
Thranduil: WHAT! *screams and breaks down into tears on the ground*
Elrond: *crouches down to try and comfort*
Oropher: no-no-no-no-no-no-no NO! *screams* *cries into Gîl-Galad's shoulder*
.....
Thranduil: *composes self and continues to march down the hall*
*furiously* Now lets see who thinks that they have the right to get it on *wrenches door open* in my-
Legolas: mm, ye-*looks up startled*
Gimli: *freezes*
Thranduil: -AAAHHH! *runs out screaming at top of lungs* *dashes into bedroom still screaming and dives under the covers* *wimpers* I- I'll never recover.... *erratic breathing*
.....
Thranduil: Now, now everyone, as much as it breaks my heart I'm sure they're not getting a divorce.
Legolas: *strides into dining room angrily* We're getting a divorce!
Thranduil: Wonderful, I'll set aside next Saturday. *unrolls the parchment and inks in the date*
.....
*Legolas and Gimli burst in hand in hand*
Legolas: Everyone! Good news, We're not getting a divorce!
Oropher: *smashes his glass onto the floor and yells at top of lungs* OH FOR ***** SAKE!
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Thranduil: AHH! I can't with these flashbacks anymore! *shakes head disorientated*
Oropher: Here let me top you up. *pours wine into Thranduil's tea*
Thranduil: *shivering traumatically* It can't be healthy all this to-ing and fro-ing. I mean as much as I'm sure it's a nightmare for them, it's an absolute drain on us! I swear if there's any more 'news' at the autumn ball I shall not hesitate to lock them both in the dungeons for the night!
Oropher: Seperate dungeons.
Thranduil: Obviously.
Galion: *enters the room with a tray* Parsnip soup, your majesties. And the morning mail. *sets everything down on the table* Will that be all?
Thranduil: Ah, parsnip soup come hither! *inhales the aroma and sighs happily*
Galion: Will that be all?
Thranduil: *picks up the pile of letters* What do we have here then, *flicking through*
Galion: *impatiently* Will that be all?
Oropher: *peers at letters* Rohan again, good grief will they just leave us alone, we have new allies now!
Galion: Will that be all!!
Thranduil: What else..Escaroth, Lothlorien, Lindon- *chucks them aside for later* Erebor- *casually pops that one into the shredder*......-another from Lindon-
Oropher: That's Sìla's handwriting-
Thranduil: Ew- *goes to shred it*
Oropher: Thranduil! Do not shred your little brother's letter!
Thranduil: *pulls a stroppy face and opens the letter* Hi T, do you need me to beat him up yet? Love, your favourite brother.
Oropher: Aw, see, he's so sweet and kind to y- *interupted by the noise of the shredder* *angrily* -Thranduil!
Thranduil: *grins*
Galion: *standing exasperatedly still waiting to be dismissed*
Oropher: *picks up the remaining letter* Gondor?
Thranduil: *takes it* Oh...um, perhaps it's for Elrond instead?
Oropher: It says 'King Thranduil of the woodland realm' and besides, Elrond left for Rivendell this morning.
Thranduil: *opens the letter nervously and reads* To our friends in Eryn Lasgalen, we would be delighted to accept your most gracious invite to your annual autumn ball. We are very grateful to be your guests on this wonderful occasion.
Sincerely, the court of Gondor.
Oropher: Damn, how disappointing, Nothing about the little baby!
Thranduil: Or Arwen, or Ara-whats-his-face either.
Galion, file this.
Galion: Oh, thank you, your majesty! *delighted at the chance of escape* *takes the letter and practically sprints out the door*
Oropher: *presses his cheek against the warm soup bowl* ah.
Thranduil: That's weird.
Oropher: Um- *gestures to Thranduil's pegasus pyjamas*
Thranduil: Er- *gestures back at Oropher's dragon ones*
Oropher: Well- *points to a creepy statue of a piglet on the mantle*
Thranduil: That was very expensive, it's solid mithril!
Oropher: It's weird.
Thranduil: You're weird.
Oropher: You're weird.
Thranduil: YOU'RE weird.
*long pause*
Oropher: What were we depressed about again?
Thranduil: err...
Oropher: oh! Divorce. Or lack there of.
Thranduil: Oh, yes.
*they resume their position on the sofa, drinking tea from dainty little cups in their pyjamas. Peaky from a night of frustrated screaming*
