The April Foolβs joke could have been worse, sire. They could have said Elrond had joined Celebrimbor in Sauronβs harem, and was currently very scantily clad on Sauronβs lap!
He opens the letter. π The air shifts. π¬οΈ Suddenly the magical trio is behind him. π§π»ββοΈπ§π»ββοΈπ§π»ββοΈ He raises an eyebrow. Keeps reading. βπ€¨ Elrond: "I DID WHAT?! WITH WHOM??!!" π±π±π
The guards look up. π π A harp string snaps. ππ» A duck explodes. π¦π₯. Wendy (the dove) gasps. ποΈπ³
Galadriel (not looking up): "Honestly, I saw this coming." πβ¨π Gil-galad: "NO, no.... You, especiallyΒ YOU don't get to speak." ππ€ Galadriel (sips tea louder) βββββββ Celebrimbor: "WAIT... I'M in the harem too? Do I get a crown??" ππ³ Isildur (somehow there): "I just wanted a pen. Can I go too?" ποΈπ΅βπ«
Gil-galad stands. The crown slides. π But his eyes... are: S.H.I.N.I.N.G. β¨πβ¨ Free. So free. AT LAST. π₯³ππ₯³ "YOU. YOU. AND YOU. βπ§π»ββοΈπ§π»ββοΈπ§π»ββοΈ You are Sauron's problem now. I hereby and forever relinquish all parental rights. π π₯ May he lose sleep. May he find no peace. May he regret everything." ππ Gil-galad leaves the chat. So does CΓrdan. ππ³οΈ The sky darkens. βοΈ The harpist walks out. The dove files a complaint. Β ποΈππ’ The squirrel sues. πΏοΈπβοΈ (His lawyer is a raccoon.)
The crown hits the floor. No one moves to pick it up. ππ
P.S. Elrond, do send me the address for the wedding present π P.P.S. Celebrimbor, you are not getting a crown. Sit down. ππ«’














