Middle-Earth Madness
[Starring Sarah (Katharine) as Whiny!Elrond and Bitchy!Legolas, Shawn as Scottish!Gimli, Laura (Quiara) as SlightlyEccentric!Frodo, Abby (Damax) as Pesky!Pippin, HarriedModern!Aragorn and Exasperated!Arwen, Adrienne as Gandalf and HalfElfFancying!Isildur, and Amy as Sam, who is just himself, bless him.]
Katharine explains to Elrond that if your love collapses into your arms then you hug him back instead of staring at him.
Quiara says "Who's Elrond's wife/girlfriend?"
Katharine says "This would be Isildur."
Quiara says "That's not what I asked."
Damax coughs. Celebrian, I believe.
Quiara says "Ah. Down there with Celeborn in the depths of Elves No One Remembers."
Damax says "He's her daddy. Must run in the family."
Katharine says "Ah. I had no clue."
Damax says "Hell, the only reason anyone remembers Arwen is that Tolkien won't let you forget she's around somewhere."
Shawn says "They have the obscurity gene. Rare in Elves."
Quiara says "Ahh. Is Galadriel Elrond's Mom?!"
Amy says "Poor elf girl."
Quiara says "The only reason I remembered her was the Appendix. ;)"
Amy says "No, Celebrian's."
Quiara says "Ahh. Gotcha."
Quiara is a little dazed with this idiot Greek. Sorry.
Katharine grins. Poor Arwen.
Quiara says "So she's his mom-in-law. Shit. Poor Elrond."
Amy says "Elrond's Mum was- Elwing? Something like that."
Damax says "Right."
Quiara shakes her head. Sucks to be you, Elly boy.
Damax says "One of them. Where's my useful book of weird Middle-Earth facts?"
Katharine is going to have to raid her Mum's book and get the lines straight.
Elrond frowns. "Don't call me that."
Damax says "Mothers-in-law are bad enough when they don't turn green and glowing when they're troubled. ;)"
Shawn has given up on Elven geneology. The dwarf in my head insists they should all change their names to "Ponce, Son/Daughter of Ponce" anyways, so it's tough to ponder.
Quiara says "On the bookshelf, I think, unless it's next to the lampstand, Abby. -- Gimli? I'll feed you to Aristotle. Stop."
Damax says "Aw, back in the box, you with the ears. Mr. Tolkien would die all over again. And take your offspring with you."
Katharine chokes. Oh, Gimli.
Katharine gags Legolas. NO.
Damax says "No."
Gimli scowls. "As though any mere Greekling could e'er be a match for a dwarf!" His typist shoots him many many times.
Quiara says "Gimli. He'll bore you to the Grey Havens and back."
Damax says "If you don't cut it out, gentlemen, I have a hobbit. A snarky hobbit in blue jeans."
Amy blinks.
Quiara says "Hi, Pippin."
Shawn giggles!
"Hello," muffled. "I don't know why that's a threat, really. Ouch!"
Quiara tickles him.
Quiara says "Well. I have Frodo who looks absolutely nothing like Elijah Wood. So there."
Quiara says "And he sure as hell isn't coming out to play."
Amy beams happily. Hobbitses. Amy likeses hobbitses.
Damax says "I think there's a lot of that going around. I hope, anyway. But yes. That would be scary. // AMY. *dies* :)"
Katharine giggles.
Gimli scowls, after patching up his wounds. "Eh. Better than th'poncey elf twit, at th'least."
Katharine says "I love you, Amy. Marry me."
Quiara says "Amy can't marry you."
Quiara says "Amy is most definitely marrying me. :p"
Katharine tickles Laura. But. But. But.
Quiara says "But nothing!"
Said hobbit pokes his head out of the toybox, looking wry. Addressing Gimli: "Do you know, I liked you better when you knew more than one adjective."
Legolas smirks. "At least I can walk up snowy mountains and not get buried."
Quiara throws a Greek at Gimli. The next time you say the word 'poncey,' I will injure you. --Showoff.
Katharine tickles Pippin. Hey you. :)
Sam peers. "Gettin' to be a right circus out here."
"Yes, and you don't let anyone forget it, do you-- ouch! Stoppit!"
Damax says "My head. Officially. Hurts."
Quiara pokes the hobbit in her brain. Sssshh. No scaring of the AmySam.
Damax says "Eep. No."
Quiara says "Like I said."
Legolas smiles at Sam. "Yes, and the dwarf is his own three ring circus."
Damax says "He's a nice fellow. *ahem* Normal. *ahem!* True to his original. *AHEM* No scaring of him."
Sam blinks. Slowly.
Gimli scowls. "Would ye prefer 'pansy?' I'vwe a number o' other appropriate phrases, but th'majority o' th'typists are ladies an' I'll nae offend. More."
Quiara says "Gimli, he's an elf. They like flowers. All of them. 'Pansy' just pisses everyone else in my head off."
"And you talk funny," Pippin goes on. "Which is all right, as long as I don't have to do it, but it makes it difficult to take you seriously."
Quiara says "I'll throw you to Marcelin and Martin and Martin and Ethan and Alex and Alexandre and Sebastien and and and. They'll show you what pansy means. Heh."
Katharine snickers.
Legolas giggles rudely.
Gimli sits on a rock. "I talk fine, Pippin. it's th'rest o' you lot wi' the funny accents."
Quiara says "And I didn't mean by involving Nudity in the situation. Martin-elder has a big stick. Marcelin has a gun. Martin-younger has, well, armaments and a spaceship. Gimli, be a good dwarf, or I'll get someone to hit on you."
"That's as may be. --While you're at it, you could introduce Legolas to Frederick-- be quiet, typist. Just because I don't talk doesn't mean I can't hear what goes on around here."
Damax facepalms. boy, I should never have woken you up.
Legolas looks frightened.
Sam rubs his nose and mutters "Funny lot, these Big Folk."
Frodo coughs. "I don't entirely understand what's wrong with Legolas, or Gimli -- or me, typist, hush, would you, between you and your, er, friend yelling at Pippin, it's a wonder anyone can think. Hallo, Sam. I don't understand Elves, and I'm beginning to think Big Folk are worse."
Gimli snorts. "They cannae be worse than Elves. E'en if they're boykissers, they'll still fall through snow as a decent living thing ought."
Damax pulls the blanket over her head. I give up. I do.
Frodo blinks. Twice. "I should have stayed in Bag End to the end of my natural days," quietly.
Katharine says "Ow, Gimli."
Damax says "Why yes, yes you should. Come to think of it, all of you should."
"I'll be going, then," says the (thank god) agreeable Mr. Baggins.
Shawn pictures Gimli in Bag End. No. No, no, no.
Sam beams. "Hello there, Mr Frodo! It's all a mess out here' an' no mistake. Bless you, sir, but that would've been quieter."
Legolas glares. "Who asked you? Don't you have a mine to be mining?"
Shawn wants you to reassess your statement, Abby. please. They shouldn't ALL stay in Bag End. Please.
Damax says "As long as they're quiet, why not? :)"
Frodo blinks at Sam. "It would, wouldn't it? I think I'll be going home, now. You're welcome to walk with me, if you'd like -- if you haven't had far more than your fill of walking with me, already. -- Because I'd like to see you try to accomodate Legolas and Gimli in the same hobbit hole, miss. We don't really have the hill hollowed out for treasure, you know."
Damax sits on the box lid. You be silent, sir. You just never learn, do you?
Damax says "I was speaking figuratively, dear Protagonist. Fret not."
Amy says "They couldn't be that much worse than Thorin and Co. :)"
Mr. Baggins adds, "And Peregrin? You can come and visit. It's not too far for you to get home afterward."
Katharine says "Aw. But I like Frodo. He's refreshing."
Gimli ponders. "Hmm. Mining in a hill. Doesn't seem dignified, but..."
Quiara says "That's because I'm making him behave, Sarah. :)"
Katharine says "Ah. :)"
"Oh, all right," says Pippin cheerfully. "If you insist. Someone has to keep you from making a fool of yourself, after all."
Sam grins. "Ah, by now there's not much difference to be had between a step or two more, sir."
Amy shoves her hobbit. Excuse him.
Damax packs them all off home. Shoo. Go. Keep each other occupied.
"There's nothing to mine, there," Frodo protests. "You don't need to come along at all, Gimli. Surely you'd be happier with your kinsmen and women. -- I'm not making a fool of anyone, Pippin. Not even you." He turns to go. "Anyone shorter than Gimli is quite welcome to accompany me."
Katharine grins. You hobbit boys are Cute.
Quiara pats her trusty Stick Of Whapping. Gooood Baggins. Be good.
Damax says "God. I don't think it's gotten weirder than this."
Gimli nods. "An' if I' build meself a good mine wi'out windows, I'll nae haveta look a'the nancyboy o' an elf..." This apparently decides him, and he starts tromping off in the direction of Bag End, starting to sing a song about mining and fighting and women and beer.
Frodo sighs. "Sam, I'd be grateful if you accompanied me. You'll have plenty of opportunities for terrace gardening in Hobbiton, by the sound of it."
Legolas thinks about shooting Gimli but decides he'd rather climb a tree instead.
Quiara says "Sure it's gotten weirder than this. With Ann's Mary Sue and Wedge campaigning?"
Sam grumbles. "If he goes and mines up my tidy flower beds... Right, Master."
Frodo pats his shoulder. "We'll have to get there first, to stop him."
"All very well," Pippin mutters. "I'd like to know what you've gone and done with your sense of humor, that's all. --And that goes for the lot of you, typists."
Damax says "Well. I suppose."
Damax says "But it's close."
Quiara says "Bah. It's all one (warped) universe."
Sam looks rather dubious at the prospect of stopping a determined dwarf, but being an obedient servant hobbit, nods.
Katharine says "Exactly."
Quiara coughs quietly.
Gimli murmurs, "Typists've ne'er had humor, Pippin lad. They need us t'make them laugh, y'see."
"No one is threatening to begin mining from your hallway, Pippin," Frodo observes mildly.
Katharine says "Legolas, you're an elf not a ... I don't know what. Stay in the tree and don't talk or tell Elrond to quit crying on Isildur already."
"Bah. Only because no one's given him the opportunity-- good gracious heavens."
Legolas thinks he'd rather squeeze himself into Bag End then talk to Elrond now.
Gimli tosses his axe for emphasis, yelling, "I'll build a tunnel, first, is what I'll do, Hobbit lads. Then ye'll nae have t'deal wi' this foolish 'weather' business when visitin'." And keeps walking.
Frodo strides after Gimli, as fast as hobbit legs go. "I don't want a tunnel, really."
Quiara says "Elrond? He's dead. Learn to cope."
Legolas leaps off the tree. "Gimli. I really don't think you should build a mine in Hobbiton."
Elrond doesn't want to cope.
"Sure an' ye want a tunnel! Ye've just ne'er known the joys o' havin' one in th'past, is all. I'll nae count yer ignorance against ye."
Quiara says "Too bad. You're an immortal. Deal or go away."
"Gimli, we live underground. We don't need more tunnels, that's the thing." Frodo puffs slightly.
Sam mutters to himself. "If it ain't one thing, it's another, my Gaffer'd say, and he's right: If it's not great Dark Lords out to enslave the world it's dwarves diggin' up the hedge."
Damax says "Which, might I add, was your idea in the first place. So don't whine. Go bond with your daughter."
Elrond wrinkles his eyebrows. "Why?"
Damax says "Because, O wise and temperate one, if you don't stop bitching, she'll beat you up. And that will just be bad."
Frodo chuckles. "And again, your Gaffer's right, Sam. Now, if Merry and Pippin were along, they might be of some help -- or if Legolas was less preoccupied with, well, whatever that trouble is."
"Ye live underground, aye, which is why ye need more tunnels." Gimli nods, sounding as patronizing as a dwarf gets. "Sure an' ye'll be thankin' me someday, you wait an' see."
Elrond glares. "Arwen has better things to do then to lay a hand on her father."
Legolas shouts. "GIMLI!"
"What am I supposed to be helping with?" inquires Pippin. "There are too many things going on in here."
Arwen does not, if said parent doesn't start acting his age.
"I shan't," Frodo insists. "No more tunnels are at all necessary. -- Explain to Gimli that Bag End has sufficent tunnels, would you?"
Quiara decides that she really has to hush the Baggins. Sam, keep the dwarf from digging up the neighbors', would you?
"Scores of them," agrees Pippin. "A superfluity of tunnels. Try down the lane. A long way."
Adrienne says "what's going on?"
Sam puts his hands on his hips. "Master Gimli, if you're thinkin' you're going to be uprooting th' garden an' undoing all my hard work so you can search for jewels that ain't there, you can think again. Nobody'll get no supper if there's no vegetables from the garden for me to cook with."
Gimli turns around, still walking towards Bag End, which means backwards. "What d'ye want, y'mere wisp o' an elf?"
Damax says "The elves are having a soap opera, the hobbits are having a sitcom, and God only knows what the dwarf thinks he's doing."
Quiara says "Gimli wants to dig tunnels in Hobbiton, Legolas is despairing, Elrond is wailing over freaking Isildur."
Quiara says "And Sam, as always, rocks."
Damax grins at him too. The only sane one of the lot.
Elrond glares at Arwen. "Don't you have some weaving to do?"
Eowyn blinks. "If you weren't an Elf, Elrond..."
Amy says "Pity his grammar needs work. :)"
Quiara says "He's Sam. It does not."
Shawn says "Sam rocks mightily, and I'd be proposing to Amy too but apparently there's a line."
Damax says "It's *supposed* to need work."
Quiara says "A very long line."
Amy snorts.
Katharine says "How 'bout we all marry her. ;)"
Quiara says "No."
Adrienne says "Off to Utah! *goes on knee to Amy"
Damax stares at Sarah. What are you, some kinda weirdo? ;)
Quiara says "You can't marry girls in Utah unless you're XY. More's the pity."
Katharine tickles Abby. "No, dear, I'm trying to compromise."
Amy scratches her head.
Damax says "Fine. We'll all marry Shawn. But it will be understood that we're actually all marrying Amy. ;)"
Shawn grins. Figures. Just my luck.
Katharine giggles.
Elrond ignores Eowyn because he's bitchy tonight.
Quiara stuffs Eowyn back in the box. Go talk to Steve, E. She'd like you.
Damax says "Eek."
Adrienne wonders if she can have Silmarillion characters.
Legolas sighs. "You're going to make Sam upset with this mining talk."
Quiara says "...no."
Damax says "Adrienne, love? We are so far beyond rules right now."
Damax says "If you don't mind hurting heads right, left and center..."
Gimli scowls. "I'll nae dig under th'garden then. 'Tis more o' a challenge that way." The fact that Hobbits have gardens the way Humans have lawns seems to have escaped him.
"Not on the premises," Pippin says patiently, Frodo having fled or been dragged away. "Elsewhere, there's a good fellow. Why, there's a perfectly good forest over there--"
Damax says "You, young man, are a troublemaker."
Quiara says "The poor Woody End."
Sam adds "An' no digging in the kitchen, neither, 'cause we need that for cooking. Or the sittin' rooms, 'cause they're for sitting. Why don't you go ask somebody if'n they've got a digging room to spare, sir?"
Legolas shrugs. "Why don't you go adventuring or something?
"Nae, nae, we'll have t'raze th'forest fer th'timbers t'support th'mineshaft, o'course." Gimli is not, it seems, a member of Greenpeace.
Gimli points at Abby. "It was her idea an' she's Frodo's typist, so sure an' she's got th'run o' his home. I'll be makin' do, Sam." He turns and resumes tromping off.
Adrienne grins. The Old Forest should be _great_ for timbers, Gimli...
"I already told you," Frodo begins again. "I truly don't want you digging up Bag End. I don't mind the inconvenience of not having tunnels. I don't mind going outside; I like going outside. Please, Gimli, desist."
Legolas grins. "See? I'll even show you the fastest way to get there."
Gimli points at Laura, then. no one ever said dwarves were good at this sort of thing.
Quiara says "Gimli, dig up someone else's hobbit hole, not the Baggins estate."
Sam appeals to typists at large. "You know, Misses- it's a right shame Mr Gandalf or Strider ain't here. They'd set things straight."
Quiara says "Gamgee..."
Sam says "Miss?"
Gimli has, it seems, made up his mind. He's not stopping.
Damax says "Thanks, Sam. Thanks a million."
Quiara says "Like she said."
Damax says "--down, mister! Holy hell."
Katharine says "Elrond! Stop kissing Isildur and tell Legolas he is not to trip Gimli."
Amy says "Sorry. He's beyond my control. :)"
Quiara says "Elrond, get over here right now."
Damax holds her head. not channelling scary Aragorn. not not not.
Quiara says "Please don't."
Quiara says "I have someone who would just love to talk to you, Elrond."
Elrond will be *damned* if he leaves Isildur.
Quiara says "You can bring him, too."
Quiara says "Necrophiliac."
Arwen fumes quietly.
Legolas sighs. "Gimli. Don't make me stop you."
"QUIET!" comes a thunderous voice from the toybox.
Elrond stares at Laura. "Edain."
Quiara says "Edain?"
Katharine glares at Elrond. "Second born. God damn it, sir, I oughta let Evil Sir take care of you."
"Lunatic," opines Aragorn, in spite of Abby's pleas. "What are you thinking?"
Gimli pauses. "Wait a moment."
Elrond blinks at Aragorn. "Who?"
Gimli raises a hand. "Is it just my imagination, or would nae th'mining be e'en better 'neath Rivendell?"
Quiara says "Yeah. Go do that, Gimli."
Quiara watches Freddie, somewhere in her head, get a blistering headache.
Aragorn quirks a brow at Elrond. "Did it occur to you that there are those of us who truly, deeply, intensely do not care to know?"
Legolas closes his eyes. "You'd better ask Arwen."
"I assure you she doesn't, either."
Gimli thinks a bit. "Nae! E'en better! I'll dig a tunnel t'Rivendell from Bag End!" He starts tromping off again.
Elrond backs away from Freddie.
"Start at Rivendell," Frodo suggests.
Katharine says "Isildur dear, would you kindly shut Elrond up before I murder him."
Aragorn starts to object to this excavation project, blinks, and lets it drop. (He, to his typist's acute pain, really is in blue jeans. Scuffy ones. God knows why.)
Sam shakes his head. "Bless me- I don't remember Mr Bilbo's dwarves from the stories bein' like this."
Katharine cries. Why couldn't I have had a nice Elrond who's kind and friendly and thinks Arwen and Aragorn are perfect for each other?
Gimli nods to Sam. "That's because I'm a modern, progressive dwarf. Nae doubt Thorin'd be disappointed in me. F'r consenting t'be near an Elf, f'r th' most part."
Katharine says "Arwen, beat the crap out of your father. Please. I think he had a bad reaction to the Lorien mushrooms."
Arwen can do better than that. She has a Big Scary Boyfriend to do it for her.
Quiara snorts. "How feminist, 'Wen."
"Not very. What do you want from me?"
Katharine says "Okay. Aragorn, beat the crap out of your intended's father, would ya?"
Shawn says "it's quite feminist. She's the one in charge, y'see."
Gandalf gives Elrond the hairy eyeball. "Elrond _Peredhel_. I expected better from you.
Elrond lets out an undignified yelp and cowers.
Aragorn sighs. "I'd rather not. For that matter, he can do or have done anything he likes, as long as in the name of all that's sacred none of us has to hear about it. --Yes. Well. We could do without the histrionics, too."
Quiara says "Mithrandir, sir?"
Sam says "I ain't sure as to what Thorin Oakenshield'd be sayin' o' Elves, sir, but I know right enough that he never went about diggin' up Bag End when he was in to see it, invited or no. An' you didn't see Mr Frodo or Mr Merry or Mr Pippin or me growin' things in your Moria when we were traipsin' through there."
Frodo smiles at Sam. "I would have liked to see you try to grow anything in there. It would have been heartening."
"Not that we had time, mind you," Pippin murmurs, steadfastly ignoring all the insane tall people. "But still."
Katharine peers at Elrond. What the hell is wrong with you?
Damax says "He's been cooped up too long with Beta?"
Katharine says "That's probably it."
Damax says "How have the mighty fallen. With a resounding thud, even. :)"
Gimli appears to have forgotten his excavation plans entirely, and is pondering where best to position himself to trip Legolas at some embarassingly critical juncture.
Sam grins. "Could've done it with the Lady's box, sirs, an' no mistake. That'd make things bloom anywhere."
Legolas thinks about going home to Mirkwood. It's less insane there.
"If we'd had the box -- and the light -- Moria would have seemed a much friendlier place," Frodo concurs, putting a hand to his necklace.
Sam nods. "Right you are, sir. Magic's a fine thing in a tight spot."
Gandalr blinks. "Gimli son of Gloin! Put that shovel down immediately! Dwarvish property rights issues aside, you will _not_ excavate Bag End."
"The right sort of magic, in any case, yes," the Baggins adds.
Katharine grins at Gandalf. Rock on.
Gandalf says "Nor Imladris."
Gimli shakes his head at Gandalf, beard whipping from side to side. "I'm nae gonna do that now, Gandalf - th' shovel's fer hittin' Legolas in th'back o' the head."
Amy applauds. Good wizard. :)
Damax fishes out another gold star from her box for him.
Sam ducks his head. "As you say, Master."
Legolas spins around and aims an arrow at Gimli. "Don't you dare."
Aragorn quirks a brow, trying valiantly not to be amused. "Not to mention safer. Perhaps you had better be going home."
Gandalf's eyebrows arch in amusement. "Indeed you will not, Master Dwarf."
"Well, I'm nae about t'do it now, y'wuss. Nae surprise left."
Legolas puts the bow away in deference to Mithrandir.
Quiara says "Sam, dear, the phrase is 'as you wish.' :)"
Shawn says "Never get involved in a Land War in moria..."
Adrienne says "And never, NEVER gamble with Saruman when death is on the line! Ahaha! AhahAhA-!"
Shawn watches Saruman fall over, thanks the Gods that Middle Earth has never heard of iocaine poison, and takes the Ring. He then proceeds to conquer the universe.
Shawn says "Since I said so, because dernit, I'll take ANY EXCUSE I can find to rule the universe."
Shawn says "C'mon, I'll give you all your own continents ot something."
Damax says "Where have I heard this before?"
Quiara says "Bilbo writes a lot of rhymes, but he still doesn't strike me as Fezzik. And Aragorn -- ...with that sword, he's gotta be Inigo. 'Hello. My name is Aragorn son of Arathorn. You killed my forebear. Prepare to die.'"
Aragorn facepalms. Really.
Katharine laughs!
Gandalf hits the floor with his staff sternly.
Shawn will marry everyone, and give you all my figments as wedding gifts. Then file for divorce. MUAH HAH HAH!
Pippin jumps a mile (quarter-mile?). "Right. I think I am officially leaving, now."
Legolas nods at Aragorn. "Yes. I'm going home before lighting hits Elrond."
"Which should be any second now," Aragorn agrees.
Isildur blinks.
Quiara says "Isildur, Go Away. ______"
Elrond glares at Laura. "Don't tell him to go away."
Aragorn blinks. And swears, picturesquely, in several dialects.
Adrienne says "What's Aragorn's problem?"
Freddie fights his way out of Laura's toybox, grabs Elrond by the pointy ear, and drags him off, nattering about sequins and rouge and how to accentuate his legs with the right pair of heels.
Damax says "His relatives are being fucking scary with his in-laws. :)"
Elrond shrieks. "OW."
Katharine says "Freddie. I love you."
Damax says "Fred, by God. You crack me up."
Quiara says "There's a good Frederick. Screw him when you've got him dressed up right, would you? Give us all a little peace."
Elrond swears.
"Therapy," Aragorn can be heard to mutter.
Quiara transmits, as Freddie's typist, that the boy LOVES Priscilla and watches it, like, religiously, especially that complete hottie Hugo Weaving.
Quiara says "So that's all right, then."
Damax says "Jesus."
Katharine says "Oh Gods."
It takes a moment for all this to sink in, but once it does, Isildur is not happy about it. He scowls and grabs Freddie by the shoulder, quite ready to give him a punch in the face.
Aragorn collars him. "Enough is enough." Glances to Gandalf. "Do something, will you?"
Several very large and scary people from Laura's toybox intervene, inform Isildur that Freddie may be an idiot but by god he's our idiot, and cart the pair of them off.
Shawn picks Isuldur up and lets Freddie walk off with Elrond. "The man's whining enough, for crying out loud. At least let him wear some makeup before you send him into fits again."
Elrond's last words are 'Meleth-nin'. Then there is silence.
Amy sends her Hobbit, who, alas, probably now has an entirely different opinion of Elves, off to cower in a corner somewhere.
Shawn sets Isildur down and brushes him off. "Now chill out before they set YOU up with a figment."
Gandalf tries very hard to not look amused.
Isildur brushes himself off, looking askance at Shawn.
Aragorn gives up. He is going off to... to... somewhere remote and sunny, and write his memoirs, or a weird screenplay, or something.
Damax yells after Aragorn, "And take your fiancee with you!"
Isildur has been dead, and rushes off after Freddie and Elrond.
Quiara says "Isildur, the toybox is locked. Elliott is probably trying to find a pair of heels to fit the Lord of Rivendell even now."
Isildur is gone, and a good thing he didn't hear that.
Damax generously shares her Tylenol with him.
Katharine pats Isildur. I'm sure Elrond won't be *too* scarred by the time Freddie lets him up...er.. out.
Shawn says "heck, he might like it."
Quiara says "If I find him in there when I get up, someone will be in trouble. -- Oh, you don't want to hear the response to that."
Katharine is quite sure she doesn't.
Shawn imagines Elrond coming out and publicly proclaiming that he hated every instant, but secretly keeping some spangles and thigh-high boots...
Isildur sulks.