"What is nookie? Is it like cookies?"
Who: Arwen, Erestor, Glorfindel
What: Scrabble-ish games while tent parking overnight on the roadside and getting some sleeps so elves don't have to take the riding along brain-naps! And because Arwen needs sleeps. Aww. Pesky mortality. There's aww moment at the end of it, though. <3
When: Presently!
Where: Uhm...follow the dirty brown road?
Notes: PG-13/Complete/short-form...sporfle-riffic. This log is brought to you courtesy of nyquil, that doesn't help you get your zzz's it just kinda leaves your brain wasted for the laughing too much.
Erestor: *DEATH TO GLORFINDEL*
Glorfindel: *ENTERTAINING*
Arwen: -EXCITED!-
Glorfindel: *EXCITED TOO* *loves the outdoors!*
Arwen: We still need another Scrabble match.
Glorfindel: SCRABBLE.
Arwen: -brought travel scrabble XD-
Glorfindel: Only if Rondy allows the dirty words. *because knows so many of those and combinations thereof*
Erestor: That's practically the only words you KNOW, Glorfindel.
Arwen: What daddy doesn't know can't hurt him...
Glorfindel: Its great, innit? :D *BEAMING*
Erestor: Such butchery of the language. I'll have to sit in and make sure nothing innappropriate goes on.
Glorfindel: *will just wait for him to get drunk and pass out, then they can break out the dirty words bwahaha*
Glorfindel: Erestor HAS built up a whole lot of alcohol....err...I meant TEA tolerence. *since that's what he spikes his tea with, mostly booze*
Erestor: *glower that could rival Elrond and his eyebrows of doom* *TRAVELING MAKES HIM CRANKY*
Glorfindel: *everything makes you cranky :D* *SPARKLE*
Arwen: I'll braid your hair back so it won't get in your way anymore, Erestor!
Erestor: *pensively ponders that over* Well that would be very nice, thank you. *was about to CHOP IT OFF*
Arwen: -sets about to braiding- So, we agreed best 2000 out of 3000, right? -because elves have nothing better to do-
Glorfindel: 5000! And a bushel of apples for the winner. *will eat them until he gets sick*
Glorfindel: *dirty scrabble WINNER*
Arwen: Deal!
Erestor: *was calm for about 2.5 seconds until the apple thing came up again because REMEMBERS THE LAST TIME* He'll be complaining of a tummy ache for the next fifty leagues.
Erestor: *eyetwitch* And telling dirty jokes about bodily functions.
Glorfindel: HA! YES!
Erestor:*upgrades to a eyespasm.*
Arwen: -just giggling quietly, shaking her head. what has she gotten into?-
Glorfindel: *marrying a scruffy ranger but we're proud of you because now you don't have to hold out and your ada can't say anything?*
Erestor: *honestly, would've advised against the whole thing but...really just advised Elrond not to send Aragorn outright by himself to Mt Doom*
Erestor: *on the grounds it would have been cruel and unusual punishment!*
Glorfindel: *but absolutely hilarious and Estel would've known WHY he was going there alone too, ha ha, no nookie for you, kid.*
Arwen: -very glad for Erestor's advice.-
Erestor: *yes, has sound of mind moments, and does not use the word 'nookie' in outloud conversation, unlike someone else....THAT IS NOT A WORD THAT EXISTS HERE*
Glorfindel: *is now. :D*
Glorfindel: Nookie.
Arwen: >.>
Glorfindel: *takes his diary out, writes down that one word, and then writes while talking outloud* Glorfindel is so Glorious, that he has invented a new word.
Erestor: *eyespasm...IN BOTH EYES*
Glorfindel: YOU CAN THANK ME ALL LATER.
Arwen: What is nookie?
Arwen: Is it like cookies?
Glorfindel: A cute word for the act of having relations which are bonding and binding with a significant other. :D
Erestor: INAPPROPRIATE, that's what it is.
Arwen: Oh... -raises eyebrow- Glorfindel!!
Arwen: -secretly likes it >.>-
Glorfindel: What? Some of us don't strive to have relationships with scrolls and library books. *points at Erestor like ELVEN EXHIBIT A*
Erestor: *GASP* Such appalling behavior.
Glorfindel: Yes, well. Its also incredibly FUN behavior and life is too short even when you live for a very very long time and then one day you are faced with a balrog and cities fall and then you die and are sent back. And I mean to enjoy my second chance at granditude. *takes out book, writes that down along with another note* And Glorfindel is brilliant, yet again, with his modern use of language.
Erestor: Butchery. *grumbling*
Arwen: Be nice, boys.
Glorfindel: *smiles at her* Of course! I'm always nice. Everyone looks upon me and thinks "niiiiiiiiiiiice."
Glorfindel: *nods like SPARKLE YES*
Erestor: *rolls eyes so they threaten to get stuck in a rolled upward position*
Erestor: Yes, of course, Lady Arwen. It is so kind of you to remind us of our utter lack of etiquette. Or rather, one of us, in his bombastic buffoonery.
Glorfindel: Fine, Glorfindel reluctantly admits that you just made up a good phrase there. But Granditude is BETTER.
Glorfindel: *SHINE*
Erestor: *rain cloud scribble*
Arwen: -finishes Erestor's braid- Do you think you'll need a bobby pin to hold the loose bangs?
Erestor: *long pause* Yes, I might need that. *holds head high!*
Arwen: -applies, smiles!- Perfect!
Glorfindel: You should just cut it off. But it does look nice. Good job, Undomiel!
Erestor: *hopes he hasn't been made to look like a maiden* *he might get his ass grabbed by CAPTAIN GOLDEN over there*
Glorfindel: *everyone wishes they had a ass grab courtesy of Glorfindel!*
Erestor: *lets him keep believing that* *if it'll shut him up* *feels back at the braid* That is nice. I'll finally be able to read. *smiles, actually* *books, the great escape.*
Arwen: Thank you, Glorfindel!
Glorfindel: You're welcome! :D
Arwen: -whispers- Do you think I'll need to know more about this nookie?
Erestor: *happy sigh of contentment and opens a book, then LOOKS UP AT THEM BOTH POINTEDLY*
Glorfindel: Glorfindel knows all. Even about nookie.
Arwen: >.>;;;
Erestor: ....which we hope he will not share the plethora of his wealth with us.
Glorfindel: First you must disrobe with your intended!
Erestor: NOT SHARING, perhaps?
Glorfindel: Candlelight is recommended, as are flower petals for that much needed romantic set up.
Arwen: ...OH.
Arwen: That's what you meant....
Arwen: Would that not be the man's job?
Glorfindel: Well if you want something done right, I would think its both your jobs.
Arwen: -nods, nods- I understand.
Glorfindel: *preen!*
Glorfindel: Right, and so...you will need wine.
Arwen: -listening like a child at story time, eyes wide, but no thumb sucking, sadly.-
Erestor: This is hardly appropriate. I taught the basics of that at least a hundred years or more ago.
Glorfindel: Refresher course. :D
Arwen: To me?! It must have been to my brothers!
Erestor: I thought you were there. *blinks*
Glorfindel: No, only one of them sat through it, the other two were replaced by straw dummies of Arwen and I think Elladan.
Arwen: ...-doesn't really pay attention to Erestor's lectures, to be honest-
Glorfindel: Made by YOURS TRULY. *and that's why he made those, to be HELPFUL*
Glorfindel: He was a sick sick elf. *whisper ha ha*
Erestor: Stop that snickering!
Erestor: *tries not to sound snappish, FAILS*
Arwen: So, wine?
Erestor: *almost opens his mouth to say he'd love some, but that's not for public knowledge so stops himself*
Glorfindel: Right, wine. Sweets! Don't forget the sweets. They're a necessary part of FORE-PLAYING.
Arwen; What is fore-playing?!
Erestor: *dry as a bone stare like...he can't believe he's sitting through this, SOBER*
Glorfindel: That's where you and your intended mate have fun playing with eachother in teasingly unclothed ways, like feeding eachother sweets or eating them off eachother, while drunkenly laughing thanks to WAY too much wine. :D *SPARKLE SHINE OF VALINOR*
Arwen: Oh... Well, that sounds like fun. Do you think that Aragorn will know all of this? Like playing the game of fore?
Glorfindel: Oh I'm certain he will. *conspiratorial wink, because HE TOLD HIM*
Erestor: You'll be fine. *because he gave the lecture and ESTEL LISTENED*
Arwen: Good! I am so glad. As long as there is someone to fix my mistakes. I do not want to do anything wrong.
Glorfindel: Oh its impossible to mess up. And if the first time is at all uncomfortable, you just wait until the second time, which will be FAR better! Ha ha!
Erestor: If you'd sat through the LECTURE, Lady Arwen, you might know that. *patiently*
Arwen: Do you think that it will be different now that I am mortal? -shrugs at Erestor-
Arwen: I didn't think I would need it!
Erestor: Well, it will be... *sighs softly* ...a bit different. You won't have quite the same link as two elves would, but I imagine it would be a very mutually enjoyable thing.
Glorfindel: You'll be fine! It takes time and practice. :D
Arwen: Oh good. Good. -gets out scrabble board- Shall we?
Glorfindel: I'd love to! :D
Arwen: And don't be making up anymore words!
Erestor: I'll let you two play. *goes back to reading his favorite history book, and says idly as he's turning a page and calming down because books are like as blessed as the valar to him* And its a given that Glorfindel will make up every word as he goes along.
Glorfindel: Lies! Ha ha! *sits down to get started!*
Arwen: That is why I brought this! -presents scrabble dictionary-
Glorfindel: *AGHAST* But Glorfindel's mind is like a steel trap, Arwen. I don't need to be bound within the confines of that book! :D
Glorfindel: *ok, was fake aghast!*
Erestor: Hold him to the book.
Arwen: -grinning- I want to make sure that you are not cheating, and inventing words!
Glorfindel: Very well! I'll still win. :D
Glorfindel: *is going to win with words like "intercourse"*
Arwen: But that doesn't even use an X or a Z!
Glorfindel: Glorfindel is not constrained by the rules of games that involve tiles and wooden boards!
Erestor: *long.suffering.SIGH.*
Arwen: Glorfindel! -whacks his hand while he's putting words down- You can't go outside the boxes!!
Glorfindel: *smacks her hand lightly* If they made it LARGE enough, I'd have room. Its not Glorfindel's fault they didn't DO that.
Erestor: *trying to hide face in the book* *AND NOT CORRECT DURING GAME TIME*
Arwen: That is cheating, it is not in the rules of the game! I'm telling ada!
Glorfindel: ELROND! THE GAME BOARD IS NOT LARGE ENOUGH FOR MY BIG GLORIOUS WORDS, IT IS NOT MY FAULT! *smiles at her*
Erestor: *SCOWL!*
Erestor: Leave him out of this, you two. He's got enough on his mind. *said though, PATIENTLY*
Arwen: -:O!- But Glorfindel is cheating!
Glorfindel: You are on your own. BEAT "INTERCOURSE."
Glorfindel: *said triumphantly* Go on, beat it. :D
Arwen: -arms crossed, scowling over at Glorfindel-
Arwen: Erestor, tell him he can't!!
Erestor: Stop cheating, Glorfindel. That's an illegal move and you can not go out of the boundaries.
Glorfindel: *arranges it so intercourse is now a L shaped word formation* *THERE*
Glorfindel: *ALL BOW TO THE GLORY OF GLORFINDEL*
Arwen: -rolls eyes- I'll agree to that, I suppose.
Glorfindel: *her tuuuuuuuuuurn* :D
Arwen: -looks at letters she has, decides to put down something somewhat evil- Qat! -joined to intercourse's "T"-
Glorfindel: That's not a word!
Erestor: It is.
Arwen: It is! Look! -shoves dictionary at him while she tallies the score-
Glorfindel: Its not one! *takes the book, reads it* *squints!* *tosses the book into the nearest warm cozy fire*
Erestor: Do not burn BOOKS.
Arwen: That was my book!!
Erestor: *tried to SAVE but moves like a SLOTH*
Glorfindel: I'll buy you a new book in Minas Tirith. :D *a book with DIAGRAMS and TIPS*
Glorfindel: *ESTEL WILL THANK ME LATER*
Arwen: Is it a pop up book?
Glorfindel: You might say that. :D
Erestor: Disgusting oaf.
Arwen: I do like drawings in my books. It lets me picture things more clearly!
Arwen: Oh, I am so excited!
Erestor: *faceplants INTO HIS BOOK*
Arwen: -looks at Erestor- What?
Glorfindel: Oh nevermind him, he's just wishing he had a pop up book too. So he can see things more clearly. You know, they are a very useful teaching tool, those pop up books, ha ha. Pop up. Glorious.
Arwen: Have I said something funny?
Erestor: Absolutely NOT funny, no.
Glorfindel: Hilariously funny, yes. :D
Arwen: Oh... Okay. -is very confused.- It's your turn, Glorfindel.
Glorfindel: About time! *smiling away, looks at his little titles, looks a the word* HMM...lets see here...
Glorfindel: *manages to intersect "coitus" off of the c in "intercourse"* HA.
Arwen: Is this another inappropriate word, Glorfindel?
Glorfindel: No. *two second pause and a wide smile* Yes.
Erestor: No more dirty words.
Arwen: -rolls eyes- Glorfindel!
Glorfindel: You can't do that, you aren't even PLAYING.
Glorfindel: What! I use that word all the time.
Arwen: Fine... But no more! -lays down word "work" after "course"-
Glorfindel: *what is that foreign word she has set before him!*
Glorfindel: *oh, 'work'...snore.* *puts down..."innuendo" after the first i, ha ha!*
Arwen: -grinning. It's just like his word "nookie", ha ha!-
Glorfindel: *that's a good WORD*
Glorfindel: *NOOKIE.*
Arwen: -puts down "private" on innuendo-
Glorfindel: *well puts down...has a d down on the board, and a i and a l and another d....*
Erestor: *eyeing them over the top of his book now*
Erestor: *then looks at the tiles on the board, eyes go round, looks over at Glorfindel's tiles he has yet to lay down, EYES GO VERY ROUND* Enough games, game time is over. Its late. We need to rest. *fake yawns*
Arwen: But we have only just started!!
Glorfindel: AWW, I was about to win! D:
Arwen: No! I was about to win!!
Glorfindel: I WAS.
Arwen: NO! DON'T MAKE ME TELL!
Erestor: NO ONE WINS. Let's put the game away so we are not listening to you two fight all evening.
Glorfindel: GO AHEAD, we are not yet in GONDOR where it MATTERS.
Arwen: -hmph!!!- I was winning!
Glorfindel: NO I was. *lays down...gasp, Glorfindel, that's terrible.*
Erestor: *HORROR!*
Erestor: *shields Arwens EYES with one hand* PUT THE BOARD AWAY NOW, thank you.
Glorfindel: Its not a bad word. Its a toy from the Harad, I heard.
Arwen: ....I don't understand what it means? -trying to peek-
Erestor: *DRY LOOK LIKE HE HAS HEARD ABOUT THAT AND...oh noes, moves his hand so she can not SEE* *nudges the board so the tiles go askew* Time for bed, we have a long day ahead of us. Be reasonable you two. The hour is growing late.
Glorfindel: I still won.
Glorfindel: *RULES!*
Arwen: I was winning! I wanted to see! ...Fine. -gives up, folds arms-
Glorfindel: Trust me, I won. *smiles and after Erestor finally lowers his hand, puts the board away and says* I am going to miss you, Undomiel.
Glorfindel: *smiling fondly while saying so!*
Erestor: We all will, this is very much true.
Erestor: *much more subdued*
Arwen: -smiles at Glorfiindel, nodding- I am going to miss you too. Both of you. All of you, in fact.
Erestor: *finally smiles like that was very sweet and now he's looking all nostalgic and remembers when she was one of those newly born elfling things that he wouldn't hold because he was wary of it piddling on him or his books and papers* *but she was pretty nonetheless!*
Glorfindel: *HUGELY HUGS!* We'll stay for a while, to make sure you're settled in. And so I can get you a pop up book.
Glorfindel: *HAHAHA*
Arwen: -HUUUUGS!- I am so glad for that!
Erestor: *fighting off another eyetwitch at the mere thought but...is just going to let Arwen be the adult now, and handle that pop up book...business*
Glorfindel: You will be! *HUUUUUUUUGS!*
Arwen: Do you really have to go? -sad face pout-
Glorfindel: Afraid that we will, yes. I have to sail back at some point!
Erestor: I'll be going with Lord Elrond. *can't see that changing*
Erestor: Well. Good night, both of you. *smiles at her, kisses the top of her head, which is the most affection he's given out to anyone in the past 500 years probably, and heads off to the nearest tent to retire for the evening*
Arwen: -smiiiles up at Erestor, nodding- Goodnight, Erestor! Sleep well! -turns to Glorfindel once he's gone- What was the word you used?
Glorfindel: *whispers it in her ear, ha ha dirty sex toy name, gasp* For what its worth and even if your ada is angry with you, I think you made the right choice.
Arwen: -makes a confused face at the sex toy, does not understand its true meaning- I think so too, Glorfindel. I am both so happy and so sad, for while I will be gaining a husband, I will be losing you all. -frowny sort of smile- Goodnight.
Glorfindel: Goodnight but get rid of that long face. We'll have many happy memories of one another, and that's all that matters in the end! *play tugs on a lock of her hair and winks* Goodnight!
Glorfindel: *heads off for elf nap!*
Arwen: -heads off for sleep as well, although it will be more than just a nap! Ah, the pains of mortality...-