Characters, places, etc. here is based on the works of Peter Jackson and JJR Tolkien with, of course, my plot ideas.

King Elf
(Middle Earth here is with modern technologies, which is fun to think of. Without further to do…)
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Elrond is walking with Glorfindel on Main Street in Rivendell. A limousine pulls up. They both get in.

“So what are you going to do in the Convention?” asked Glorfindel.

“Make speeches. Look at some purple dresses. Make speeches…you get it.” replied Elrond.

“Aha, I see.”said Glorfindel.

The limousine drives through the metropolis of Rivendell. They go through a lot of traffic in downtown.

“Busy this time of year,” said the limo driver.

They finally came to the Rivendell Civic Center. People from all over Middle-Earth come to The Milestone of Aman Convention, where leaders and many alike come to see the leaders’ points of view. The limo pulled up to the Main entrance. Cameras flashed as many reporters rushed to the door. As the driver opened Elrond’s door, the flashed increased, and reports madly tried the get past security. Many yells of questions went to the King.

“Mister Elrond, what are your plans for the Mithril Preservation act?” said one, in which Elrond answered.

“I like mithril. And that’s Lord to you, buster.”

“Lord Elrond, what is your view on the Tax Cuts issued by King Elessar?”yelled one.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. We Elf Lords cringe at it.”said Elrond.

Finally, Glorfindel came out of the limousine. Another torrent of questions deafened listeners.

“What’s your thoughts on the White Horse Dominion resolution issued by Queen Arwen?”

“That blood-curdling quasi-insane prettiest wanna-be is never right about anything,” madly stated Glorfindel.

“What’s your reaction to the statement that you never killed anything?”

“Let’s just say one of my outfits is red when it was originally beige.”

The two elves walked in, escorted by security guards. Arwen came up to Elrond, followed by Aragorn.

“Umm, I’ll be in the bathroom,” muttered Glorfindel. His security followed after the now green-faced elf.

“Dad, long time no see,” said Arwen.

Then Aragorn walked up to Arwen. “Come on, we have to go, poochy cakes.” He said.

“Poochy cakes?” asked Elrond. But they went away, trailed by what looked like a S.W.A.T. team.

Elrond went to Convention Hall B, where Prince Imharil was finishing a speech.

“…so I ask you, will we let the old castles gather dust?”

“Sigh. Another bad speech by ‘the man with elf blood’,” thought Elrond. He walked away to the booth showroom area.

Up near the entrance with her own booth was none other than Galadriel. Many cameras and reporters were at her booth. Entitled “Lady of Lothlorien”, it was a large booth with her recent law declarations and her infamous Mirror. “Bah, she’s got her blimey bird bath out,” thought Elrond.

“Nice to see you here this year, Elro,” said Galadriel.

“Elro, Lady?” asked Elrond.

“Hmph. You don’t take anything seriously, do you?”

After Galadriel stomped away, the reporters tried to crowd him, but he was able to slip away when one of his bodyguards did a body slam on one of the camera men.

Elrond told his bodyguards that they could go. Now it was the time for Elrond to get a new purple dress. When he saw the rack for them, only one was left! Elrond tried to get there, but a cloaked figure snatched it away.

Who is the cloaked figure? Find out next chapter.

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