So, I decided to start this book off with something funny.....
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The Fellowship of the Ring had just arrived to Lórien, and we're ascending the tall staircase that was wrapped around a mallorn tree, slowly making their way to the flet where Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn were waiting for them....

Upon arrival, they all stood, blinking, their eyes still not used to such luminous light, after the shadowy darkness of Moria.

And soon, they had an even harder time not going blind, as the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood began descending a short set of stairs to meet them.

As soon as the two tall Elves had reached the bottom of the stairs, Celeborn spoke.

"Nine there were," the silver-haired elf said in a deep, melodious voice. "Yet only eight stand before me. Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him."

All of the Fellowship looked down at the ground, holding back tears, as he said those words. The loss of their leader, the Wizard Gandalf the Grey, had taken it's toll on all of them, and the memory of watching him fall into the black, endless abyss, unable to do anything, still hung heavy in their grieving minds.

Lady Galadriel saw their solemn faces, and she spoke.

"He has fallen into-"

But she was unable to finish, for someone stepped out from behind one of the intricately carved ivory pillars, and interrupted her sentence.

"No, I assure you, my fair lady, he has not fallen into anything."

All heads jerked around to look at where the voice was coming from.

"GANDALF?!?" All four of the hobbits cried in unison.

For standing there, weather-beaten and tall, was Gandalf himself.

"Yes, yes, my good hobbits, it is me." He said, giving them all a small smile.

"But-wait....Why are you white?!?!" Aragorn asked incredulously.

"Oh, yes, about that.....I managed to throw a grenade at the Balrog, and then I kept on falling for about five minutes. I thought that I would eventually hit the bottom, and meet my end. So I closed my eyes, and waited for impact......But, when I eventually landed, it wasn't on hard rock, but it was......Powdered sugar. Hence, the white robes and hair."

"Uuuuhhhh......" Everyone mumbled, they were all very confused, so they all stood, gawking at Gandalf, until Celeborn broke the awkward silence.

"Well, uh, isn't this an interesting turn of events, isn't it, my lady?" He said, turning to Galadriel.

But she wasn't listening.

"Mithrandir?" She softly said, gazing starry-eyed at Gandalf.

"Yes, my lady, it is me." He replied, returning her dreamy gaze.

All other eight members of the Fellowship shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.

Celeborn once again broke the silence, but this time, his voice had a tinge of jealousy within it.

"Uhhhh.....Oh! Gandalf, I just remembered what I wanted to talk with you about......" He said, staring hard at him.

"Alright, where should we-"

"Over on this soundproof, titanium-walled flet, just follow me." Celeborn said hastily and a bit harshly, interrupting Gandalf before he finished his sentence.

When everyone gave him questioning looks, he quickly said, "oh, you know, we must keep away from prying....Uh, ears."

"Oookaaayyyyy......." Everybody said, still confused as to what was going on.

So Gandalf followed Celeborn through a thick metal doorway, which slammed shut as soon as they both stepped in.

Silence.

Soon, Aragorn got tired of sitting there, waiting.

"Legolas, you can hear through those so-called soundproof walls, right?" He asked.

"Uh, yes, mellon. But if Celeborn is conversing with Gandalf in such an isolated space, then we shouldn't intrude......"

"Galadriel, what do you think we should do?" Pippin asked the Elven queen.

But she was too busy texting or something, on her mallorn-encased smart phone.

"Alright, then I guess our plan of action is decided." Aragorn said, clapping his hands together, and looking at Legolas expectantly.

"Argh!" Legolas said, tossing his hands in the air. "Fine! Ignore the sensible, responsible person, and disobey a very powerful elf! That's the best idea I've ever heard!!!!!" He said sarcastically as he walked towards the titanium flet.

After he had walked the short distance to the flet, he leaned casually on the outer wall, and pressed his elegant, pointed ear onto the cold, hard metal, and listened. Deep down, his mischievous side wanted to know what Gandalf and Celeborn were talking about, so he strained his ears to listen.

"I don't hear- wait, ssshhh!!!! I'm getting something!!!" Legolas said, hushing everybody.

Everyone quieted down, and Legolas faintly heard words being exchanged.....

"Gandalf, why?!? Why does she love you so much more than me?!? *Sob* I have tried everything!!! Exclusive cruises, jewelry, dang it, Gandalf, do you know how much Nenya cost?!? But she STILL gets that look in her eyes when you walk in the room. *Sniffle* Why?!? You're an old man and a vagabond! I have the looks, the money, the power, and yet, she. Still. Loves. You."

That long string of words was accompanied by some sobbing on Celeborn's part, and some lame excuses on Gandalf's.

Legolas had heard enough.

So he pulled away from the wall, and walked back to the awaiting Fellowship, looking slightly bewildered and flustered.

"Well?" Merry and Pippin said at once.

"Go on, Mister Legolas, what did you hear?" Sam asked impatiently.

"Uuuuhhhh...." Legolas said, looking at the whole Fellowship, deciding what he should tell them.

He decided that it would be best for them to not know what they had been discussing.

"Well, not much....." He said, thinking of an excuse quickly. "Those walls are nearly soundproof to Elves even! Wow, uh, we need.....some good, quality walls back in Mirkwood! Ya know?"

*Crickets chirping*

"Ummmm, I need to make a phone call....Brb."

And so, Legolas left the confused Fellowship on that flet, and took a long walk in the forest to clear his mind.

And he never did tell anyone about what he'd heard.

Except me.😉

~THE END~