Pink Elephants On Parade

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Pink Elephants On Parade

Joined: March 13th, 2014, 6:37 pm

October 21st, 2014, 1:16 pm #1

Elladan's head was still throbbing as he made his way back to the festivities. He'd considered dragging Lindir along with him just to make sure he stayed out of trouble for the rest of the evening, but as long as he was amongst guests and not orcs he supposed he was safe enough to let loose for the time being. Manwe knew Lindir hated being treated like a burden more than anything, so it was better to leave him be rather than attempt to babysit him.

He himself had wanted to stay with Amathion and continue patrolling. Much as he liked parties, he was not particularly convinced that the danger had passed or there was not more coming, but the idea had been firmly vetoed and he'd been shunted back toward the beach. No amount of 'My father will hear about this!' would convince the captain to let him stay- no indeed, it received a laugh and a 'Good, maybe I'll be promoted!' in answer. Granted, he'd been a little relieved at being rejected, considering the unpleasant feelings the skirmish had dug back up. He was really tired of all his emotions being tangled together and hard to figure out. It felt like he was being pulled in too many directions at once.

With the gilded rabbit mask back in place, the gold cord braided through his hair a la heroic High King Fingon amazingly intact despite his adventure, he weaved his way back through the crowd. He was glad the mask covered his forehead, because he was fairly sure he was going to have a lump there later. Lindir's skull was surprisingly hard. 

Momentarily wondering where Elrohir was, and coming to the conclusion he had probably sequestered himself away in his room with a stolen tray of pies, he wandered around aimlessly for a bit, watching the gaiety unfold as he sipped at a glass of wine plucked from a table. Being so close to the sea and hearing the waves roll along the shore made him feel uncomfortable, and he regretted losing track of everyone. This was the first he'd been out of Imladris since… well. Since being so close to getting shoved on a Westward-bound ship himself. 

Sighing, he gave up the attempt at mingling and trudged back up the shore, dropping down to perch on the edge of the decorated deck to watch the crowd. His eyes drifted back toward the entrance where people continued to trickle in in outlandish gear. He'd thought his own mask was pushing it, but he realized quickly that he'd been extremely conservative in his choice of costume. Still, all the glitter in Arda couldn't make him forget the unease that still lingered. After only a few minutes he realized he couldn't take sitting down and hopped back to his feet, weaving his way back through the guests toward where they had been staying. He should find Elrohir.
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November 22nd, 2014, 6:23 am #2

Despite knowing Elrond's costume as well as his own, finding his lord in this garish crowd was like looking for a monarch in a flame. The party was in full swing, the attendants blissfully unaware of the danger just beyond this jubilant gathering. Though he had been ordered to keep quiet about the affair, Lindir had virtually no intention of keeping any of what had transpired from Elrond, or Cirdan, or Glorfindel. While he had faith in the guards to do their duty, something about it all felt off.

The orcs had worn costumes. Orcs, as a general rule, did not bear enough intellect to disguise themselves. Lindir knew enough to understand that meant someone was behind the attack, that it was orchestrated - but he also knew it wen't deeper still than that. Whoever had ordered this attack inspired enough fear and reverence in the orc brutes that they had yielded to shielding themselves as anyone else.

Whomever was behind the attack was likely among the guests; the orcs would have needed to know when to begin their attack and that was not something Lindir felt could or should be overlooked. Add on to that the fact that he - a clear non-combatant - as well as Elladan, who had been deliberately kept from the draft list (Lindir had double checked!) had been out amid the city during the thick of it and there was no denying there were specified targets.

The fact he could find neither the Lord of Imladris nor the Lord of Lindon was doing little to lessen his nerves, and the pounding ache in his head was making him grumpy with those who did approach him. His rope was wearing thin, so he fetched himself a glass of wine to ease his emotions to a duller place. There was no need to panic just yet - he had to believe in that, above all other things.

Lowering his glass, the aide noted a rabbit in the crowd and made his way toward the familiar mask with a sense of relief. Admittedly, he was worried about Elladan as much as he was grateful to the other ellon for his interference. Sighing, Lindir spared only a moment's regret for the fact it was necessary before he stopped near the other and commented mildly, "The music seems to be giving me a headache."

It was the closest he dared get to acknowledging matters in the thick of the event, but he smiled after saying so to show Elladan that all pain aside, he was glad for the intervention. Raising his glass he inclined his head, then, "Why don't we go someplace a little quieter. I'm sure if we search through the darker crannies we can unearth that wayward brother of yours," He added with an amused lilt to his tone.
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November 23rd, 2014, 2:52 am #3

It was hard to really think any farther past the fact that the "safest party on Arda" was in fact very unsafe despite what the guards told him before giving him a gag order and shoving him back into the festivities. Thinking up the who and the why was something he hadn't the rational capacity for the moment, he really just wanted to find Elrohir - and everyone else that he had the slightest acquaintance with - and drag them from the city block as soon as possible. As he weaved his way back through the crowd, bumping into costumes that he could only stare at with mingled fear that there might be something worse than orcs beneath those masks, he was only scrolling through the list in his head of places his twin might be hiding in.

He came to an abrupt halt when a familiarly bedecked aide appeared in front of him as if materializing out of nowhere, startling him just enough that he sucked in a sharp breath, before letting it out in a loud rush of, "Lindir." The relief he felt was almost palpable at finding someone he cared about in the throng, especially one he'd discovered screaming for help in an alley only an hour beforehand. Despite himself, his lips curved upward beneath the gilded edge of his rabbit nose, "You're lucky that's all it's given you." With a confidence he didn't feel at the moment, he reached out and plucked the glass out of Lindir's upraised hand before he could pull it back, taking a too-large swallow of wine from it.

Ah yes, drinking unwisely in public in potentially dangerous situations, that's what he used to do all the time. How was he not dead yet?

"That sounds like a good idea. We should collect a large tray of aromatic sweets to lure him out as well." Hooking his arm with Lindir's, he began to steer him toward the dessert table, sipping on his confiscated wine in a newly contented state. "Did you find my father?" he asked absently, knowing full well despite his mental obscurity at present that Lindir of all people- ignoring being told to keep his mouth shut-would go straight to his lord to report on what had transpired beyond the borders of their festivities.
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November 24th, 2014, 10:42 am #4

There was a moment where Lindir felt his heart sink, and the smile on his face faltered. Elladan’s relief in seeing him was all but palpable, and confirmed only too clearly the effect of what they had been forbidden to speak of. Sighing quietly through his nose, the young aid was distracted enough that his wine was confiscated before he could guard it. The too large intake from his friend revealed much, though in the end Lindir merely stepped over to Elladan and nudged his jaw with his nose, a kitten-like butting in the hopes of cheering him up and reminding the other that he truly was just fine.

Conveniently enough, this made it only too easy for Elladan to hook onto him and haul him along. He laughed slightly at the thought of luring Elrohir out with sweets like some sort of dog hiding under a bed, though the thought did give him pause. “I could always have Hammer seek him out,” The aid commented in a far too sweet tone. Hammer could find Elrohir in any crowd or lack thereof - Lindir had made certain of it. The crash-prone hound had been spoiled with many matters, meaning he was the sort of giant beast to sleep on the bed, and tackle loved ones to the ground for a very thorough face washing.

Yet, in some regards Hammer was exceptionally well trained. He never allowed Lindir to work for more than four hours at a time, he consistently brought Lindir food, and he was the perfect Rohunter. Lindir had not allowed the dog to be far from his side since it was gifted to him as a pup by Elrohir four years ago. With the way Lindir treated the dog, one would think he considered the fine hunting hound his own personal son rather than a working animal.

And of course, Hammer’s propensity for tackling Elrohir was probably Lindir’s favorite thing about him.

“Unfortunately your father is lost amid the garish clash of fashion,” Lindir drawled, “As too is our golden fluff, whom you would think would be easy to find with that hair of his, but after mistakenly approaching three masked Glorfindel’s I’ve rather given up the cause,” The aide added in an odd tone, caught somewhere between disdain and laughter. “I imagine we’ll unearth them from under a table or something eventually,” He added, waving a hand and ignoring the irony of his comment on garish fashion when he himself was clad in pink, gold and black with enough flare to almost be considered flamboyant.
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December 3rd, 2014, 3:02 pm #5

Elladan was glad to feel the tension draining slowly from his muscles, Lindir's presence acting as a mild sedative to his rattled nerves. The scent of him alone was enough to make him feel more grounded to the world at large, more secure in the face of their tenuous safety amid the throng. He closed his eyes briefly, letting the taste of the wine he'd stolen linger on his tongue as Lindir bumped his nose into his jaw, forcing a soft smile to Elladan's lips. They were too much alike, he and Lindir, to bother pretending physical reassurance wasn't necessary- or appreciated.

Still, he wasn't so bad off that he would break down and weep at every gentle touch. Instead, he propelled them both onward, deftly steering them past twirling couples on the dance floor without spilling a drop of the wine in his other hand. He didn't bother stating the obvious. In circumstances like these, Elrohir really was just like a dog hiding under a bed, stubbornly refusing to make an appearance unless he was bribed to his satisfaction. Elladan might even stoop to whistling for him, plate of cakes in hand- although it was highly unnecessary given their uncanny ability for finding each other anywhere- assuming he was conscious. That gift, they had learned, only extended so far as to them both being fully aware.

The suggestion of using Lindir's trained hound (courtesy of Elrohir himself) to hunt him down made Elladan grin. That had swiftly become his favorite method of finding his twin, just for the satisfying tackle and yelp at the inevitable conclusion of each of their searches. Granted, he'd suffered the indignity a few times himself, but he had the sneaking suspicion Lindir only used it on him in dire need for fear of disturbing his glass-like peace of mind. Elladan wanted to be offended by this idea, but he'd only ever gotten so far as grudgingly grateful.

Elladan nearly choked in his effort to finish off the last of the wine in the glass as Lindir commented on the various Balrog Slayers in attendance, inhaling it down the wrong pipe as he snorted with laughter. He had to stop and bend over as he coughed and laughed at the same time, a painful and yet somehow cheering experience. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that Glorfindel was hiding under a table with several bottles of wine and quite possibly his father in tow, just to avoid the awkwardness of running into himself in the crowd. It was a well-known fact to any close to him that Glorfindel did not particularly appreciate his widespread fame- or the creations that sprang from it.

Once he could breathe easily again, he straightened back up and patted Lindir on the shoulder as he wiped away the tears leaking from the corners of his eyes out of both pain and amusement. "Ah, Lindir, you always know just what to say. I bet we will all regret having come here by morning." Making his way onward to the dessert table, he squinted at the various offerings before piling a plate high with several fruit pastries, as well as cakes and crème filled puffs. Balancing the plate in one hand, he set down the empty glass in favor of snagging an unopened bottle from the next table. He grinned and held them both up victoriously. "Come on, let's find your pup."
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