Elladan and Elrohir, Lords of Imladris (lordsofimladris) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-07-08 01:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | aragorn, arwen, elladan, elrohir, feorcwen, wulfred |
Who: Elrohir, Aragorn, Elladan, Feorcwen, Wulfred, Arwen
What: The Twin Clan goes to visit a sick Arwen!
When: Uh... more resent than some of these other logs.
Where: Uh... Citadel!
Elrohir: *is getting impatient, wants to know when the hell his sister is getting married*
Aragorn: *that's okay, is impatient too*
Elladan: Ada told me that she came down with a cold, and is hiding in Estel's rooms. I think we should go bother them.
Feorcwen: The queen is sick?
Wulf: Unpleasant, that.
Elladan: *nods his head, tries not to look worried* Apparently, she caught our rather horrible habit of not particularly following Ada's advice to the letter.
Elladan: So she decided to go running around in the rain without a cloak. *eyerolls*
Elrohir: *facepalms*
Elrohir: Watch him find a way to blame us for this.
Wulf: ::frowns:: You didn't tell her to do it, so he can't blame you, not with any actual evidence.
Elladan: That will hardly matter, min weof, he will find a way. *chuckles*
Wulf: ::huggles him for using Rohirric phrasing::
Cwen: *wraps arms around Elrohir*
Elrohir: *pulls Cwen onto his lap, hugs her belly protectively* So... shall we bother them one at a time, or in a herd? *grins*
Cwen: Herd!
Elladan: *grins* Herd, it is! *ushers his wife out the door*
Wulf: ::grins::
Elrohir: *picks Cwen up, gently sets her on the floor, and kisses her*
Cwen: *kisses him back**deepens the kiss*
Elrohir: *purrs a bit, then breaks the kiss with a wink and leads her off, as well*
Wulf: ::links arms with Elladan::
Herd: *descends upon Aragorn's rooms!*
Both twins: *knock!*
Arwen: *groans, curls up into a smaller ball in bed*
Elrohir: Are you sure they're in there?
Elladan: I heard groaning. Perhaps we're interrupting something? *smirk* I'm not sure being ill would stop ME, after all.
Wulf: ::griiiins at him::
Cwen: >.>
Elrohir: *just rolls his eyes at his twin*
Cwen: Knock louder.
Elrohir: *KNOCKS LOUDLY*
Arwen: *WHIMPERS* *puts pillow over head*
Aragorn: *winces* Who is it?
Elrohir: Your brothers!
Elladan: And sisters!
Aragorn: Not quite yet! *laugh*
Elladan: You do not think of us as brothers, Estel? After all we did for you?
Elrohir: We practically raised you! ... Honestly, I'm hurt.
Elladan: So am I. We both are. Hurting twin brothers. *nods*
Aragorn: *opens the door**smiles wryly at them* You know what I meant.
Elrohir: Did we? *innocent look*
Aragorn: Mmhmm.
Elladan: Is Arwen dying? *worried look*
Aragorn: She just has a cold. You will learn soon enough. *lets them in.
Elrohir: Why will WE learn soon enough? *snorts*
Elladan: *comes in* Aye, it is not as if we are going to get a cold anytime soon. WE wear cloaks in the rain.
Aragorn: You'll get sick, eventually. *laughs*
Elrohir: *stubbornly* Will not.
Elladan: *peeks into the room where Arwen's laying down*
Arwen: *still hiding under pillow*
Wulf: ::peeks too::
Elladan: *quietly walks over, and gently lifts pillow* .. Muinthel?
Arwen: *squints up at him*
Aragorn: *chuckles*
Elladan: You look ... absolutely beautiful, sister. >.>
Arwen: *groans, tries to steal her pillow back*
Elladan: *plays keep away*
Elrohir: *from the doorway* That, is just plain cruel, gwanur.
Cwen: *agrees!*
Aragorn: *whaps him with a pillow and steals it back*
Arwen: *takes, puts it over her head*
Elrohir: *walks over, pats her hand* We love you?
Aragorn: Look upon your futures. *grin*
Elladan: Estel, that is not funny at ALL.
Aragorn: *grins* Is it?
Wulf: ::pokes Elladan::
Elladan: *pokes Wulf back*
Wulf: Colds happen, min leof.
Cwen: They are terrible >.<
Elrohir: *eyedarts* This was a wonderful visit, brother, and now we must depart. At least, Cwen and I. >.>
Elrohir: *goes to tug possibly pregnant woman away from war zone*
Elladan: I am not going to get a cold. *stubborn*
Wulf: Maybe not soon, but someday. And then I shall make you rest and feed you soup. ::nods::
Arwen: *hopes that day comes sooner than later, and would smack herself for her uncharitable thoughts if she could move*
Cwen: *waves at Arwen!*
Aragorn: *shoos them out!*
Everyone: *gets shooed out*
Aragorn: *closes door, locks it*
Cwen: That was rude of you *to Elladan*
Elladan: *blinks* What did I do now?
Cwen: *GLARE*
Elladan: *totally... clueless*
Cwen: to your sister!
Elladan: *blinks*
Elrohir: We tease eachother, it is... normal, for our family. *sighs*
Cwen: *sighs* Sorry.
Elladan: *eyedarts* She knows I did not mean ill. *he hopes*
Cwen: Are you sure?
Elladan: Sure I am >.>
Wulf: It is often hard to tell that when you feel unwell.
Cwen: *squint*
Elladan: *looks at both of them* *storms off down the hallway*
Cwen: Oh damn it. *looks at Elrohir* I didn't mean anything..!
Wulf: ...::sighs and follows him::
Elrohir: *rubs at his forehead* Let us get you to bed...
Cwen: *frowns* I should go apologize
Elrohir: He would not hear it. Not right now.
Elladan: *is all storming-angry but will calm down in about a minute*
Wulf: ::still following husband, but at a slight distance::
Cwen: *frowns*
Elrohir: *kisses her forehead* You can apologize tomorrow.
Cwen: all right.. *nods her head, and lets herself be shinnied off*
Arwen: *lifts the pillow a bit* Are they gone? *whispers*
Aragorn: Aye, they're gone.
Aragorn: *sits next to her, and holds out tea*
Arwen: *sits up a bit, takes the tea*
Aragorn: *helps her drink it* How are you feeling?
Arwen: Is it bad that I have uncharitable thoughts for my brothers right now? *whispers this, while swallowing tea*
Aragorn: Nay. You are grumpy.
Arwen: I feel awful... *groans*
Aragorn: About your brothers or yourself?
Arwen: Both, I think. *admits this while finishing the mugs* Should have.... tried to get up, or something.
Aragorn: *gives her a knowing look* You are too dizzy to stand.
Arwen: I should have, anyway. I should have tried. *sighs, curls up*
Aragorn: *puts his arms around her* Shh..
Aragorn: You can apologize,w hen you are able to stand, meleth..
Arwen: *nods her head, just slightly, rests against him*
Aragorn: *caresses her back with his hand, letting out a bit of the empathy for her being sick*