Elves Make For Strange Bedfellows | By : KimmieandFelicia Category: -Multi-Age > General Views: 821 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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"Good morning, Kimber!" Merry and Pippin beamed widely as they both took a seat across from her. She smiled at them in return, glad to see their smiling faces.
"Mer! Will you look at this feast! Roast duckling, scrambled eggs, baked ham…oh my, no is that… Merry they've got, it smells like...POTATOES!!” Pippin stood up from his seat and reached across the table to grab the bowl.
"Easy there little one," Boromir chuckled as he passed the bowl across the table to the eager hobbit.
"Now this is a meal meant for a King!" Gimli announced to Legolas who sat beside him.
"Or a beautiful Queen," Pippin smiled at the royal lovely next to him. Queen Titania smiled politely at him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Pippin, you are certainly a blessed breakfast guest" she smiled.
"You should see me around elevensies, luncheon, and tea time! Why I just get better with each meal," he grinned sheepishly honored that Queen took notice of him.
"I don't suppose you could pass them potatoes down this way," Sam elbowed Merry eagerly as he obliged, though Sam only managed to get a spoonful before Felicity leaned over Legolas' lap, reached over Gimli and snatched the bowl.
"Felicity?" the Queen scolded, to which she rolled her eyes and sat back down, taking the potatoes with her of course.
"What ? I was just getting them for Frodo?" she lied passing them across the table to the hobbit, who looked all too eager to take them. She looked on as he piled his plate high with the goods.
Kimber smiled smugly at the goings on down at the end of the table wishing she were down there once more, before focusing her attention to Epoloven who was still grinning at her.
"My dearest Kimber," he began in a whisper so that only she could hear, "how was your eve?" he inquired.
"Fine," she answered shortly, toying with her eggs.
"Um, just fine? Nothing eventful?" Epoloven insisted.
"No, Epoploven, not that I can recall," she placed a fork full of eggs in her mouth in hopes that the conversation would come to an end.
"Really?" he quirked a devilish brow at her, "Then perhaps the Prince did something wrong." he hissed making her nearly choke back what little food she had in her mouth.
"Kimber?" the King looked at her with concern, her face reddened as all eyes were upon her waiting to see if she were well.
"I am fine, just went down the wrong way," she insisted before looking to see Legolas’ face full of concern.
"You know that happens to me all of the time?" Pippin broke in, "Once I was eating a carrot from Farmer Maggots crop, you remember that Mer?" he paused and looked at his friend.
"I remember," Samwise agreed, "Greedy! If you weren't so greedy," he shook his head as Merry began to recant the tale.
"We were gathering a few items from Maggots garden," he began.
"Sounds a bit like stealing to me," Epoloven sneered, "It is not right to take things that do not belong to you; wouldn't you e, Me, March Warden?" he couldn't help himself. Felicity quickly stood up and was about to head down to where Epoloven sat when Haldir pulled her back down by the arm.
"I find it best to ignore imbeciles like him, Felicity. He wants a challenge, if he doesn't get one he will stop" he smiled reassuringly, stroking her thigh under the table. She smiled in content as she munched on an apple.
"Please do go on, Meridoc," the Queen insisted before turning to the King, "Do you suppose you might keep your ‘Advisor’ in check," she glared at Epoloven whose nostrils panned at her remark.
"Yes, Epoloven, please," the King agreed. ‘Oh that was it’, Epoloven thought to himself, he had planned to do away with the Oberon first when he took the throne, but not now! No, now that wench of a Queen would get it first!
"Well…" Merry began once again before he was distracted by a loud banging noise; all eyes turned to see the doors to the dining hall fling open and a sinfully handsome fairy, clad only in a loin cloth, standing before them.
"Please, ladies and gentlemen, kings, queens, elves and of course, my favorite...fairies...hold your applause, Puck, has now entered the Golden Wood!" he bowed low for a moment before offering everyone a seductive smile.
Felicity stood and hurried over to him as Haldir stood and watched in disbelief. She hugged the fairy and planted a firm kiss on his lips while tousling the short crop of blond curls on his head,"Puck!" she gasped.
"Yes it is me my fair Felicity," he took a step back to look at her, "And what's this I hear? You've been giving up the booty to the March Warden?" he gave her a look of surprise before walking over to Haldir and patting him on the back.
"Good job there, son! I've been trying to tap that spring for years," he winked at Haldir who now looked at him in astonishment before moving close to Felicity.
Felicity leaned into Puck and whispered, "I'm glad you're here, I'm afraid Epoloven has been working overtime and I am sure that Kimber could use a pick me up," she whispered.
"Enough said," he smiled before making his way to the other end of the table.
Haldir took Felicity by the arm and led her back to the table, "What was that all about?" he whispered.
"Oh that's Puck, my mother's servant," she smiled, "he's like a brother to us, keeps things lively."
"Is that how one kisses their brother?" Haldir raised a brow at her, moving his chair closer to hers and putting a possessive arm around her shoulders.
Felicity sighed. She wouldn’t even bother to offer an explanation; he would never understand the bond the three of them shared.
"Puck, please do come and sit down," Queen Titania insisted, motioning to their end of the table. "Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn, my apologies for the interrupt," she bowed her head.
"None needed," Galadriel replied as she was a bit taken with Puck's presence, for if nothing else he certainly was entertaining and not to hard on the eyes either.
"There she is! There is my Kimber! Girl, you are looking good enough to eat today," Puck grinned while licking his lips. It was now Legolas’ turn to grow concerned as he raised a brow at the male fairy pawning over his future bride and wondering perhaps the same thing Haldir was at this point.
"Who is this Jackal ?" Boromir whispered to Rumil.
"I've never seen him before," the elf insisted, eyes wide at the spectacle.
"Great! The last thing we need around here is another fairy," he seethed.
"Don't you have someone to haunt there, Epi Epperman?" Puck insisted as he grabbed a chair and headed to where Kimber sat, "Why don't you move it over a bit, you're crowding us here," as he began to wedge his seat between Kimber’s and Epoloven’s.
"It seems as though someone has left their manners in Ediwione?" Epoloven hissed as he leaned in close to Puck.
"And it seems as though, someone has left their toothbrush there as well," the spirited fairy retaliated, waving his hand in front of his nose.
"Merry, I think we are going to like him," Pippin smiled.
"Yes Pip, and I think he's just what Kimber needed," he motioned to his friend as the two looked on to see Kimber now smiling widely.
"Ah, Kimber my love1 ‘Tis good to see your smile once more!" he kissed her on the lips; Legolas eyes grew wide at the scene taking place before he looked at Haldir, who had the same look on his face moments ago.
"Hello, Puck," she smiled shyly.
"Queen Titania," he bowed his head, "King Obi Won Kanobi," bowing once more.
"Puck!" The Queen scolded him as he offered her a pouty lip before putting his arm around Kimber's shoulder. Slowly, he began to survey the room and size up the crowd that now sat before him. This was certainly going to be an interesting couple of days to say the least!
“My Queen, you have my humblest apologies… Hey you down there, next to the small fry,” Puck motioned to Aragorn, “Mind passing the pig?” he smiled.
Kimber and Felicity giggled uncontrollably; suffice to say their respective mates found little humor in Puck’s antics, as Legolas was less than happy to see Puck now massaging Kimber’s shoulders.
“Why did you tell him to sit next to Kimber?” Legolas insisted leaning in close to Felicity.
“Lighten up Leggy! It’s all in good fun my dear. She needed a pick-me up, and if anyone could give anyone a pick me up it’s Puck!” she smiled coyly only to see the scowl remain on Legolas face.
“My dear Prince, it is not as though everything we fairies do is of the sexual nature, or with such intent? Isn’t that right, Haldir?” she grinned at him in a suggestive manner as she guided his hand further up her thigh. He quirked a brow at Legolas, giving him a-‘don’t believe any of this’ look.
Legolas sighed heavily as he peeked out of his peripheral vision once more. Kimber who once sat staring at him, now paid him no mind as Puck was rubbing the back of her neck; intoxicating her with his wittiness; or at least that’s what it looked like from where he was sitting.
“Oh Puck, stop that!” he could hear her dainty voice amidst all of the conversation and looked to see her slapping his roaming hands away. And her father said little, he only offered the two a look of warning now and again. He sighed heavily once more before he felt Felicity’s hand upon his shoulder.
“Legolas, I know what is going on in that little elf brain of yours! Do not let that bother you; please understand that Puck is like family. Kimber loves you, you’ve got to do right by her, she needs you, she wants you,” she paused before a smirk came over her lips, “Why do you think she would’ve had a go on the ‘slip and slide’ with you if she didn’t,” Felicity snickered, she couldn’t help herself knowing that she didn’t have much on Legolas but this was golden.
“Ouch,” she winced as Haldir pinched her leg.
“That’s enough, my dear,” he smiled politely, allowing his strong hands to roam south once more.
Epoloven was nearing his breaking point now as Puck was inching closer to him, paying no attention as he elbowed him causing to drop his fork, “Why don’t you sit still you fool,” he hissed.
“Envelope,” Puck turned to see Epoloven’s brow dipped in a surley manner, “There are plenty of other chairs here,” he motioned around the room to the other seats available, none of which mind you were at the table, “Why don’t you move.”
“I have earned a seat at this table, you jackal,” Epoloven hissed in a whisper loud enough so only Puck could hear, though he paid him no nevermind as he focused his attention on Kimber once more.
“So, what trouble have you two gotten in since I’ve last seen you?” he insisted placing a hand on her leg.
“No trouble here,” Kimber replied sweetly, batting her lashes.
“Yeah, right! The fact that you two are here, means trouble,” he laughed “and lots of it…let me guess it was that one over there,” he pointed to Felicity inadvertently knocking the spoon out of Epoloven’s hand causing him to drop his potatoes on his lap.
Epoloven had had enough! Standing up, he tossed his napkin to the table before approaching the King, “My Lord might I have a moment of your time,” he insisted. The King obliged and left the room with his advisor only to return a mere five minutes later with Epoloven slinking in behind him.
All eyes followed the King as he re-entered the dining hall; his strides were long and focused and his brow furrowed as he came into their presence once more.
“Oberon?” the Queen offered a look of concern to her husband though he offered her no response, as his concentration was not to be broken. He walked briskly past his seat and over to the west end of the table where he stopped midway. He turned abruptly and positioned himself in between Aragorn and Frodo before slamming his hands down on the table.
Felicity raised a brow at her father who now stood across from her; his gaze hardened. She held her breath for a second, hoping that his wrath had not come from something she had done.
“Surely I would have expected this from you,” Oberon glared at Haldir for a moment before moving his eye to Legolas. “Do you honestly think I wouldn’t find out?! Do you take me for a fool?!” he challenged the two. Legolas shifted uncomfortably in his chair before turning his head to the March Warden.
“No!” King Oberon reached across the table and grabbed the elf by the chin forcing him to meet his gaze, “You will look at me! You owe me that, you cowardly bastard!”
“Father?!” Kimber objected as she shot up from her seat now, not knowing what the issue had been but she could not sit there and watch her father berate Legolas.
“Kimber!” he bellowed, not even offering her a sideways glance. She stood for a moment before taking her seat, for she had never heard her father speak so sharply.
“King Oberon?” Galadriel questioned softly. The King drew his eye but a moment from Legolas to acknowledge the Lady of the Golden Wood, her expression was peaceful; though he found no comfort in it. “What brings you such anger?”
He looked back at Haldir once more, “You are despicable! Epoloven warned me about you but I figured I would give you the benefit of the doubt; I should have known better, were it not for her,” he glanced at Felicity, “you would surely be dead. And you also,” he shot a glare at Legolas.
“Mer? What’s goin’ on?” Pippin whispered to his comrade. The scene at hand was making him feel a bit uneasy.
“I don’t know Pip,” Merry replied spooning a heap of mashed potatoes on his plate, “but I’ve got a feeling it’s not very good!”
“Now don’t go eatin’ all of those potatoes Meriodic BrandyBuck!” Samwise insisted in between nibbles of carrots and glances at the King, “You’d better be saving some for the rest of us.”
“Oberon!” The Queen stood to her feet now; though the King didn’t miss a beat as he looked to her, “Silence woman! You have no idea what these maniacal little imps have been plotting,” he seethed before turning to the two of them once more. “That’s right, I know about your little plan, Prince! To wed my daughter without consent with the aid of this…this…mongrel,” he pointed a finger at Haldir, who tossed his napkin in his lap.
“King Oberon…” Celeborn tried to intercede before Felicity stood to her feet.
“Get your finger out of his face, who do you think you are?’ she huffed; having had quite enough.
“Who do I think I am?” he hollered, “who do I think I am? Felicity, know this…contrary to what your little Warden here would have you believe, I ‘am’ your Ada,” he shot a glare at Haldir, “and I make the rules concerning my family, no one else!” he shouted.
“Do you think we should try to slip out of here?” Gimli whispered to Boromir.
He nodded in response before offering, “Yes, I think it is going to be getting very uncomfortable around here, though it might be best if I go first then you wait for a few moments and follow suit,” he didn’t want to cause more of a scene then there already was.
Boromir shook his head as he stood up; he had known right from the beginning that this was a bad idea and he quickly deduced that perhaps the fairies, as a species, were evil. He looked at the hobbits as they continued to devour their meal before bending down to Gimli once more, “Just be sure you get the little ones to go also. I will be waiting by the ranges, we can all meet up there,” Gimli nodded in response before shifting his eye to the King once more.
Oberon paused and looked down the table to his daughter "Kimber off to your room! You will be leaving today!” he commanded before gesturing to Reitnor to escort her to her bedchambers; he obliged and led a sobbing Kimber out of the room.
“Father!” Felicity screamed, “She cannot go, she will miss my wedding!”
“Felicity!” he retorted, “Do not challenge me! I have seen too much of how your influence affects your sister, she will go home today!”
“Oberon!” the Queen threw her napkin to the table and walked over to where her husband stood. All eyes watched in horror as she snapped her fingers and a clamp fastened his mouth shut.
“Merry! Did you see that?!” Pippin looked a might shocked at the metallic fastening on the Kings lips; Puck let out a hefty laugh, but stifled it quickly at the Kings glare as the clamp dissipated.
“Do not test me woman!” he challenged; “Not here, not now!”
“You are making a fool of yourself again Oberon! What has gotten in to you?” she questioned.
“It’s that Envelope!” Puck shouted from the far end of the table, “Epi Epperman!”
“You are the last to be speaking ill of him,” the King replied sharply, “Were it not for him, our little friends here would’ve gotten away with their devious plot to overthrow my throne.”
“Your Highness, I have never had any intention in wanting your title, I merely wanted your daughter’s hand,” Legolas began in his own defense.
“Oh I know what you wanted,” the King huffed, “and I know by what means you elves do your business, isn’t that right Warden?” Haldir stood to his feet.
“Haldir,” Celeborn motioned for the Warden to take his seat once more; he was obedient.
“What’s this? Has self-control finally surfaced here?” the King seethed once more as he looked at the Warden before shifting his eye to Felicity, who lunged at him over the table; she nearly missed him and landed in the heaping bowl of mashed potatoes, knocking Frodo’s cup to the floor. The hobbit helped her to her feet and inched over to her as she now stood next to her father.
“Now that’s a sad story,” Samwise “what do you suppose will come of those potatoes?” he sighed.
“They’re still good,” Merry insisted.
“Yeah, it’s not as though they fell on the floor or nothing,” Pippin agreed.
“I’ve eaten potatoes off of the floor before, they are not that bad,” Merry rubbed his chin before taking a bite from one of his carrots.
“Well I have got news for you my little elves, for all of you in fact,” the King’s breathing was erratic now and his eyes widened, “Kimber is now spoken for! As of today, she will return to Ediwione and wed Epoloven,” he announced.
The Queen let out a gasp and Felicity’s mouth nearly hit the table.
“NOOOO!” Felicity grabbed the King by the tunic and pulled him down to the table. Aragorn and Frodo pulled her from the King as Haldir swiftly came over the table and gathered her to him trying to calm her down. Legolas was now standing to his feet and was about to challenge the King when Queen Titania stepped over to him; the King sat up once more and faced his wife.
“Kimber will marry him over my dead body!!!” she poked him in the chest.
“That can be arranged my dear,” the King shot back now as Puck stood to his feet and made his way over to the group to offer his objections; Celeborn and Galadriel looked on in horror as an all out brawl looked as though it were about to ensue.
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