Episode 2: Elves in Black Leather...

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Teehee... one of my favs. So there's this great fanfic on FF.net where the characters from ME teach fanfic Mary Sues how to write proper Fanfic. Chaos ensues, and one chapter has Elrond thinking the best way to be stealth in dealing with the problem writers is to sneak around in black leather. Which causes more fangirl squees... So I had all these drawings from this great artist Pika on my walls of my apartment of elves and men in black leather... this Episode resulted from too much black leather on the brain...
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After Boromir's unfortunate Dew-Incident, things have been relatively quiet. Haldir lost the ever important Ping-Pong tournament and was therefore forced to release Boromir from the bathroom prison. Damage was minimal, but there was now no Q-tips because Boromir used them all to create a replica of Minas Tirith with toothpaste as mortar.

Downstairs, Lomi, Legolas and Erienion Gil-Galad are playing Jenga. Eomer is watching the Dog Show, confused by the lack of horses.

::Eomer squints his eyes::
You know, if you squint your eyes and shake your head real fast, they almost look like horses...

::Lomiothiel::
Eomer, for the last time, I am not getting you another pony. You can barely remember to wash your own hair... horse-lord indeed.

::Eomer::
That's not entirely true. It seems that women prefer the unwashed manly rugged look, as I have not had any complaints as of recently.

::Legolas::
Ha! I tend to disagree...I am not chased by roving bands of fangirls because I am dirty and unkempt.

::Eomer laughs to himself::
Uh huh, you keep telling yourself that. They will tire of your constant grooming, elf, soon enough.

::Lomi::
Okay, don't start you two...Legolas, watch it!

::Legolas has just attempted to remove a Jenga piece, resulting in the tower collapsing.::
Ohhh...How is it that I keep losing this game! I am the most graceful and skillful of the fellowship, and yet I can't even remove a little wooden block from a tower?!

::Gil-Galad::
Well perhaps if you stopped watching for the mail you wouldn't be so distracted!

::Lomi::
Why are you watching for the mail?

::Eomer::
Ergh ummm... no reason.

::Lomi::
Why don't I buy that? Hmmm... come on, what are you up too...Where is Haldir?

::Gil-Galad::
He's still trying to get the toothpaste out of his hair...Boromir was none too happy at him for breaking it when he opened the door, so he threw it at Haldir..

::Lomiothiel sighs::

::All of a sudden a knock comes on the door and Eomer and Legolas jump up, knocking the remaining pieces of the Jenga onto the floor.::

::Eomer & Legolas::
I'lL GET IT!!!

::Lomi::
Oh for Eru's sake you two!

::Eomer and Legolas come back in the house. Legolas is carrying various letters, while Eomer charges in and up the stairs, carrying a large box.::

::Lomi::
Hey, what..where...okay..that was weird...

::Legolas::
Woohoo!! My new Elven Home & Gardens came! Hmph... I'll show that Samwise who can grow a decent athelas plant. Hmph...

::Gil-Galad is shaking his head, muttering again something about pansies...::

All of a sudden from upstairs, comes a thundering laugh. It is followed by more laughter, this time from a deeper voice.

::Lomi yells up the stairs::
Okay, what is going on up there you guys!!

NOTHING!!! ::snicker snicker::

::Lomi looks at Gil-Galad::
What are they up to?

::Gil-Galad::
I am sworn to secrecy...I dare not break the vows of silence or I might wind up eating Eomer's cooking this week...

::Lomi::
Ewww...guess it runs in the family.... hey wait, where are you going?

::Legolas runs past, heading up the stairs two at a time.::
Hey wait!!

::Lomi::
Okay now I am really worried... Well if the bodies start falling down the stairs, you're in charge of disposing them, Mr. Oath-taker.

As Lomi finishes cleaning up the Jenga pieces, she hears a commotion behind her. Turning around, she about falls over at the site...

There, at the bottom of the stairs are the boys... dressed head to toe in black leather. They looked like they'd just left a Harley-Davidson store...

::Lomi's jaw has dropped to the floor at this point::
What in the... whe...where di.....wow... those are really....um... nice...

::Eomer::
We know. We look hot. No one can resist our manly charms now!

Boromir and Eomer look more like bikers than warriors, and Legolas and Haldir look strangely like one Neo. Black leather pants, coats, vests...the works... Lomiothiel is having a hard time not swooning...

::Lomi::
Where did you get those?!

::Haldir::
From Imladris & Fitch... Elladan and Elhoir sent us a catalogue last week. Since you know, the Gap of Rohan is closed and all.

::Lomi is still attempting to form coherent sentences::
Well..um...why um...wow... umm...yeah... wait... Did you use the credit card?

::Eomer::
Of course Rohirrim Express... never leave the Golden Hall of Meduseld without it!

::Lomi turns to Gil-Galad::
So you have no part in this, Erienion?

::Gil-Galad starts to speak but is interrupted by Legolas::
HA! Are you kidding? Mister High King of the Noldor had his special ordered. Oh nooo... black is not good enough for me...nooo... I need custom-made leather-working.... HA!

::Gil-Galad looks a slightly embarrassed::
Hey, I'm not High King for nothing! I have a reputation to uphold. Besides, Elrond would never let me hear the end of it if his was nice than mine!

::Lomi:;
Oh... Elrond... that is a mental image I am not ready for... So wait...wait...now why did you feel the need to get these?

::Haldir smiles widely::
Well... the weekends are the best because you're here all the time. So now, you won't want to leave... right? We know we look too good to go back to dreary homework....

::The boys are now all smirking at her::

::Lomi::
Uh..mmmm...wha...well... oh you guys suck! Wait until the girls hear about this one... Now how in Mordor am I going to get this out of my head and do homework this week?

::Boromir::
Bingo! Haha!

::Lomi::
Elladan and Elrohir are going to pay for this...


And thus the weekend proceeded... quite happily actually ;) hehe...