#rivendell shenanigans

[glorfindel-of-imladris]

Erestor: You're a fucking idiot.

Glorfindel: That may be, but you are fucking this idiot.

Erestor:

Elrond: ONE MEAL in peace, is that TOO MUCH to ask?

[doodle-pops]

Me who's constantly getting confused with Elladan and Elrohir

My solution to the problem:

Elladan is the one who'd say 'What size pussy you wear' and Elrohir is the one who'd buy you every single type of tampon or pad and possibly the one who'd fall for the 'flavored tampons' prank

I swear, everytime I read a fanfic with them I have to google which one is which because my brain just can't function properly

I'M LOSING IT FOR ELLADAN. I just remember Elladan as the more rambunctious of the two and Elrohir as the bookworm. But my boi Elladan that's not how it works

[glorfindel-of-imladris]

"Erestor!"

The call came… oddly pronounced, which was perhaps what made Erestor turn towards the noisy hall. He tended to avoid the Hall of Fire on evenings such as this, when the brisk air called for the inhabitants of the valley to gather around the fires, keeping warm and making merry.

He was not necessarily surprised to find Glorfindel with the usual group of Elves: Lindir, Elladan, Elrohir, Galadir from the guard, among others. Lindir, often the leader when it came to mischief, waved and smiled his innocent smile at Erestor—which, of course, had Erestor instantly suspicious.

"Erestor, you have to help me,” implored Glorfindel, stretching his arms as Erestor neared their table. As though the slight slur in his words wasn't a clue, there was also a telling flush on his cheeks where it caught the light. “I am being made fun of and I do not care for it!”

Erestor stopped to stand on Glorfindel's side of the benches, though he pointedly stayed out of reach of those—just what is Glorfindel doing?

“Hands off the robe, Glorfindel,” he admonished, swatting at the hands reaching for his robes. “What is this that you are complaining about this time?”

“These terrible trolls! Sorry excuse for friends!” Glorfindel made a clumsy kind of wave at the Elves around him, who only snickered amongst themselves. “They have been teasing me all evening!”

“To be fair, Master Erestor,” said Elladan, “we do that most evenings.”

“As I thought,” said Erestor, looking back down at Glorfindel, “which is why I am wondering what could be so terrible this time."

If possible, the flush on Glorfindel's cheeks grew higher as he declared, affronted: “They said I will never marry!"

The laughter from the other Elves was on cue. It was just as well that they were all distracted, for Erestor did not join in on their amusement, and instead had grown quite still.

It took a moment for him to respond, and when did, it was a careful: "I did not know you wanted to marry.”

"Well, I do!”

Another moment, then a quieter, "I see."

"But they said!” Glorfindel cried again, oblivious to the racing thoughts his sudden claim caused within his oldest friend. “They said that I couldn't, and do you know why? Because they said you obviously do not plan to marry ever, to which I said, no! No! They cannot very well know that about you, can they? Unless you have told them—”

"Eru forbid."

"Right? So I said—"

"Why exactly am I involved in this equation?"

Glorfindel looked up at Erestor as though this was a very silly question. "Why wouldn't you be? There is no one else I want to marry, is there? But then if you are not intent on marrying, then obviously I cannot get married either."

Erestor took a moment again—a different kind of moment, this time around. “O-Oh. Obviously."

He glanced at the other Elves around the table, who this time conveniently found something of interest on the floor, on the ceiling, or on their nails while the two of them were speaking. Erestor picked up the vessel nearest to Glorfindel. "Is this your cup?"

"Aye! Good stuff.”

"Hm. Potent, too. I thought you do not drink?"

"I don't."

"You are as drunk as a Dwarf."

"I resent that,” said Glorfindel with a—oh, by the Valar—a pout. "You said there is nothing attractive about Dwarves."

“I have said no such thing.”

“Erestor!” This time, Glorfindel looked distressed. “Are you saying you are, in fact, attracted to Dwarves?”

By this point, Erestor could no longer resist the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. "No, but what I can say is that there is nothing attractive about this picture either."

“Oooh,” Lindir finally chimed. “Harsh.”

[doodle-pops]

Elrond: why is it that everytime something happen is always you guys?

*Elladan, Elrohir, Y/n and Glorfindel just standing there trying not to laugh as they get told off*

Elrond: And why do you keep helping them get away with it?

Gandalf: Legally I don't have to answer that

Elrond: They adopted enough animal to fill a Zoo!!!

Random goat comes in: BÉÉÉÉ

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Elrond: What you got there?

Y/N, Elladan, Elrohir and Glorfindel hiding a screaming goat: Giant lembas

[doodle-pops]

Elladan: Do you want to form an alliance with us?

Y/n: *eating breakfast* it's not even 9 am and you already up to no good?

Glorfindel: oh common it's for a good cause

Y/n: you too?

Elladan: listen, we were thinking on playing a prank at dad, nothing to dangerous I promise, we gonna get our friend here *shows a snake* put on dad's bed and say that a terrible witch morphed or sister into them

Y/n: you're crazy

Glorfindel: but you're in?

Y/n: hell yeah I'm in

{...}

Elrond: what a beautiful day, nothing bad could ever hap--

*sees a snake in his bed*

Elrond: AAAAAAA (high pitched)

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P.s: my internet was kinda of slow yesterday so idk if the ask got sent, but I meant Celegorm in that other one (it auto corrected to Celeborn)

Elrond is too old for this shit, he's going to give them all up for adoption just you wait and see

PS: I did get your msg.