Elladan and Elrohir, Lords of Imladris (lordsofimladris) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2007-12-29 21:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | elladan, feorcwen, wulfred |
You're very unlady-like Elladan!
Who: Feorcwen, Elladan, Wulfred
What: Feorcwen and Elladan get drunk, Elladan's a pretty lady?
When: A few hours after the Feorcwen+Elldan log.
Where: Minas Tirith!
Feorcwen stumbled out of the tavern, snickering, and then burst into a rousing rendition of a Rohirric Rider's song.
The song was soon taken up by a male's voice, as Elladan stumbled out behind her. He had a huge grin on his face, and was surprisingly graceful on his feet for how much ale they'd put away.
She stumbled against him to help him stand, only making it much more difficult for him to do so. Giggling, she started in the direction of the Horse's Head inn, dragging him along with her.
They made quite a pair, stumbling and swaying back and forth, Elladan trying desperately to remember how to walk and hold Feorcwen up at the same time, while Feorcwen doing the same. The song continued, the verses rather obscene but thankfully in enough rohirric not to draw notice? Except they were already attracting notice. Since at least one of the two drunk people was an elf!
Cwen had never sung such a horrid song. And she didn't care! It was obscene and she didn't care! Oh, her face would burn if she was sober!
Snow began to fall as they continued on their way, and Elladan slipped turning a corner on the next tear, stumbling down in a gale of laughter and taking Cwen with him.
She flopped down on top of him, cracking up, "You're...not that bad."
Meanwhile, Wulfred was dozing back at the inn.
"Nay not all that bad," He giggled, trying to push himself up off the cobbles. "I think I might have killed my legs," he added, with another giggle.
SHe poked at his knee, "Do you feel that?"
"I'm not sure!" he smirked, grabbing onto a nearby barrel and finally pulling himself up, only to slip and fall on his arse a second later. "ERU but I'm going to feel this in the morning though.."
"This ish..ish..." She giggled and said way too loudly, "Very unlady like. You're very unlady-like Elladan!"
Elladan laughed, then reached his hand up to catch some snowflakes. "More dressesh I guess, aren't I pretty enough at least?"
"You can borrow one of mine," She promised, standing up. She pulled him towards the inn.
"Can I borrow the green one?" He asked, finally finding his feet after a while so that he wasn't being dragged over the cobbles. He swayed against her, nearly knocking her over in the process. "Always liked green..."
"Sure. I'll help you!" She giggled, and petted at his hair, "We'll..need to do shomething about your hair. Make you pretty for her."
"My hair isn't pretty?" he said, with biiiiig, weepy looking eyes, ".... I want to be pretty... make me pretty?"
"I'll make you pretty." They stumbled up the stairs, and into the room she shared with Wulf, 'Shhh!"
"SSHH! Right!" Elladan said, trying to sneak around drunkenly and tripping over the rug. "... AI!.." He stood their, flailing in the air for a few moments, then finally caught himself and wiped at his brow.
Then he started scolding the rug. "How dare you trip me?"
"shhh!!" She sniggered, and led him over to a chair, "Strip!" She went to her trunk and looked for the green dress, and botought it over, nrealy tripping over the hem.
Wulfred stirred on her bed and almost - almost - opened an eye.
Elladan nodded, not unlike an obedient 5 year old, and started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, "Okay Lady Feorcwen ma'am..." he hiccuped.
Cwen giggled quietly, and started fussing at his hair. She had some things she could put in it..
Shirt came off and fell wherever it decided to fall, and Elladan fumbled with the ties on his pants, not really thinking about how Bad An Idea this was. He giggled, and tilted his head a bit to give Feorcwen more room to work, and started that Rohirric song again, in a soft whisper.
Wulfred would choose the moment he dropped his pants to wake up. She blinked. Elladan was naked. Elladan was naked, in her room. Bema... And yes, she was totally oogling him. And blushing. A lot.
Feorcwen sniggered, joining in the song and holding up the dress, "Quick! Put it on before she's awake! You want her to she you all pretty!"
She might think about how he looks naked later.
Right now she's too drunk.
He looked over the dress, thinking it more like to some kind of odd Eastern puzzle contest than a piece of clothing, and it was especially confusing with all the ale consumed. ".... How d'you put that on, exactly?" he asked, tilting his head to one side and tipping sideways along with it.
She laughed boisterously, and knelt down in front of him to help him into it. And blinked, "You have dangly bits!"
Wulfred swallowed hard. Feorcwen was putting him in a dress? Her eye twitched. "Of course he's got dangly bits, he's a man."
"ooh.?" She giggled, pulling the dress up him, "We were drinkin!"
Elladan blinked down at his dangly bits, then blinked over at Wulfred, who was suddenly not so very sleeping, then back down, and muttered, "Ooh... uh.... I guess I do? And yesh! We were!"
"...I can see that." She rubbed her eyes and tried not to look any more than she already had. "What in Bema's name possessed you to want him in a dress?"
"We wanted him to look pretty for you. He asked me to make him pretty." She giggled and flicked at a ribbon in his hair, "He'sh not sho bad!"
"Wulfred! Does he look pretty?"
Elladan looked at her, with big puppy eyes, as if the entire fate of Middle Earth rested on her good opinion of him .. drunk ... and pretty in a dress.
He was very pretty. But the fact that it had been Feorcwen's idea to...to gift-wrap him for her...made her heart ache a little. She sighed. "He is very pretty yes, but what am I to do now that he is in the dress?"
"I wash thinking maybe some earbobs next," Elladan said, with a bit of a smirk, then plunked himself down on the bed across from Wulfred and giggled a bit, "I'm not sure what to DO in a dress, actually...."
Feorcwen furrowed her brow, collapsing on the bed and giggling, "Don't..don't the boys take the dress OFF then?"
"...girl in this case." She laughed, rolling onto her side and gazing at Wulfred, "Your hair is mussed min freond. You look pretty too."
"You know I think I read something once... and I'm pretty sure it's the man who takes the dress OFF, yes. ...What am I doing in this thing?" Elladan asked, with a self-mocking little laugh. But he didn't really make a move to take it off himself just yet. Then he gazed at Wulfred and nodded, "Very pretty. You should put HER in the dress."
Wulfred flushed as red as her hair. "No, Feorcwen, you should not put me in the dress..." She could not believe this was happening. She buried her face in her hands and sighed.
Feorcwen giggled and sat up, then stood, pulling Wulfred to her feet, rubbing her hands over the shift the girl was wearing, "I've just the dress for you. Shtrip!"
Wulfred stamped her foot and swatted at her friend's hands. "I will not. There is a man in the room, or have you forgotten that part?"
Elladan got very quiet all of a sudden, trying to decide if he was drunk enough to ignore the fact that Wulfred was about to strip, or what.
"He's in a dress!" She giggled again, and kissed her cheek, "Should have drinken with us!"
"He's still a man, dress or no dress. And I will not strip in front of a man I am not wedded to..." At least, that's what she'd always planned.
"I'm not pretty enough," he joked, with a bit of a teasing frown, and made for the door. "S'alright... I'll just... wait in the hallway in my pretty dresh..." Elladan murmured, tripping over the rug again on his way out.
"You strip in front of me," Cwen said, giggling.
"...you aren't a man..."
"I...Good point." She blushed a bit. Her breath? Must REEK.
She pointed at elladan, "You fellt down!" Giggle!
Elladan giggled from the floor. "I think I hurt my dangly bits."
Wulfred sighed. "You are drunk out of your head, min freond."
Cwen nodded her head, then held it, "Ugh, room.spins."
She sighed and pointed at the door. "Elladan...step outside, please?"
"I'm trying.." he said, with a bit of a groan. He finally managed to get up off the floor, and stumbled out of it, shutting the door behind him and collapsing outside in another fit of giggles.
Cwen tried to stand, then tumbled over and landed on her back.
Wulfred rubbed the bridge of her nose and held out her hand to help her friend up.
She took her hand, and let Wulf pulled her up. She stumbled and clung onto her, "...we had fun."
She sighed and patted Feorcwen's back. "...do you still want me to change, or was that...just some drunken plan to push Elladan and me together, min freond?" she asked softly.
She shrugged, "I think..think.." She blushed, "As much for me as him." They'd spent most of the night talking about Wulfred as they drank. It probably didn't do anything to make Elladan like her friend less, and a lost to make him like her more.
Wulfred flushed. "...do you...I mean, do you..." Oh, she was horrible at this. "How do you...feel about me...?"
Out in the corridor, some patrons left their inn room, blinking in a bit of confusion at the elf .... in a dress... crumpled in the corridor. They blinked again, and stared, and Elladan looked up at them with a bit of a grin and a giggle. He pointed his thumb at the door behind him. "They're strippingin there," he said, like it was a huge secret, and would allay all their concerns. The two inn-goers shared a look, and headed down to the common room in stunned silence.
Cwen blushed redder, and covered her face with her hands.
Wulfred's face fell and she let go of the other girl. "...forgive me. I should not have spoken..."
"Nyen..." Cwen sat back down, and sort of curled back up. Her buzz was fading and she had a headache, and felt sleepy.
She reached out hesitantly and stroked Feorcwen's hair. "If you wish, I will never speak of it again..." She felt as if she were about to cry.
Cwen blinked at her, feeling her chest compress, "He really..." She bit her lips - and did the selfish thing, "I feel the same."
Wulfred sat down beside Feorcwen and sighed. She'd almost wish that her friend had felt nothing. It might have hurt less, being attracted to them both, if Cwen hadn't liked her as well.
Cwen stood up, and stumbled for the door.
"Cwen..." She wanted to say don't go, don't leave me. But she couldn't manage it somehow, and that made it hurt even more.
"I'msorry." She said quickly, her eyes flashing a bit. She pulled open the door..and fell right over Elladan.
"OOF!" He shouted, letting out a bit of a whimper. Cwen'd managed to knee him in a particularly sensitive place as she'd gone down,and his eyes were starting to tear up. "Eru's sake.." he squeaked.
Wulfred sighed and dropped her head into her hands.
Cwen? Started to snore.
"Wulf? .. Could you ... get her off me... please!?" Elladan squeaked, nearly crying in in pain. Oh valar but those dangly bits were never ever leaving the safety of his pants, ever again...
Wulfred nodded and picked up her friend careful to hold her where she couldn't drop her. "...you will want your clothes back," she said softly.
Cwen lolled her ehad onto Wulfred's shoulders, and mumbled wordlessly
"I may need a hand to my own rooms, as well." Elladan mused. He wasn't sure he could walk at the moment He looked up at her, and let out a sigh. "Just... throw the clothes out the door. I can handle it from here."
She sighed and kissed Feorcwen's forehead. Then she carried her over to one of the beds and laid her on it, tucking the covers around her. She gathered up his clothes and handed them to him. "I will help you back to your rooms."
Elladan struggled to get to his feet, hunching over a bit. He took his clothing, pulling his pants on underneath the dress, then extracting the dress and fumbling with his shirt. "Here... should give this back to her. It's prettier on you women anyway." he said, with a bit of a twinkle in his eye. Despite the pain in his poor, poor groin.
She blushed and took the dress back into the room, spreading it out on the other bed before easing the door shut behind her when she rejoined him.
He'd already begun to slink down the hallway when she caught up with him. "I have rooms at the Citadel, but you could just dump me with my brother. I'd appreciate it." The buzz from the ale had definitely warn off, and mostly he was thirsty, and his head hurt, among other things. It wasn't fun anymore!
Wulfred slipped one of his arms across her shoulders, slipping one of hers around his waist. "Off we go then. Just...lean on me."
He leaned on her, stumbling along as best he could and clinging when the world spun particularly nastily. "She really ... really loves you, you know.." he muttered on the way. "I find I do not .. particularly mind. So long as you are happy."
She was quiet for a moment. "...I do not know what my heart wants. So...no. I am not happy. And will not be for a good while, I think." She shifted him slightly when he slipped again. "It is not so easy to choose as the two of you seem to think it is..."
"Nay... I am a conventional choice, and she is less so.." Elladan whispered, trying to understand, and figuring he probably did. "You likely grew up with her... I am new.. but you are drawn, and do not know why... it is not easy. Only.. she is your people, and I am not. I am ... not really an option."
"It is less that and more I am attracted to you both, but either path I take I fear harming the friendship I have with her," she said softly. "And thus you are both equally confusing options..."
"I can tell you... that no matter your choice, I am friend." he whispered, with a great deal of emotion. "We both only wish you to be happy.... and I would be happy, no matter what you chose." And he realised, that ... he wasn't even lying about that. It was a very freeing sort of realisation.
Wulfred gave him a gentle squeeze. "I just...need time to learn what I feel."
"Do not feel rushed, Iavawen... I at least, am prepared to give you all the time you need." That he had left, anyway.
His use of the name he had given her made her blush. She liked it...it made her feel more feminine than she usually did. "I thank you for that, Elladan."
"Aye.. it is no trouble. And I would thank you, if you forgot the site of me ina dress. It was not one of my most noble moments." He said, with a bit of a smirk, then pointed at the healing houses. "There.."
She chuckled softly. "I will try, if you will try not to remember that I...saw you naked as you were born." That made her flush and she suddenly wished she hadn't mentioned it.
"You did? ... Oh that's right ... well ... at least that levels the field a bit." He murmured. After all, she'd probably seen Cwen naked plenty of times. "Brother's in the room around this corner here.."
Wulfred blushed again and led him to the indicated room, opening the door slowly in case Elrohir was sleeping. She did wish to wake him to the sight of his drunken brother if she could help it.
It would only be one of many times he'd waken up in such a way, honestly. But the healers had dosed him pretty well, and he slept as sound as a baby as they entered. Elladan stumbled in, heading over to his chair and plunking down into it. "Thank you.." he whispered.
"You are welcome," she said, smiling softly. "Sleep well..." Slowly, she backed out through the door, easing it closed as she went.
"Good night.. Iavawen..." he whispered, falling asleep mere moments after the door had been shut.
Wulfred took a deep breath and made her way back to her own room. She eased the door open and looked from Feorcwen to the dress on the other bed and sighed. The road ahead of her was not an easy one, but it was one only she could travel. She crossed the room to her friend and pressed a kiss to her forehead.