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Once in Royal Imladris' City  by Orophins Dottir 9 Review(s)
PSWReviewed Chapter: 1 on 12/12/2016
*snort*. Nice. :-) I think my favorite like was about the twins's dreadful socks causing Galadriel despair....but it was all so random I laughed through the whole thing. :-P

Thanks for writing!

technetiumReviewed Chapter: 1 on 1/4/2004
Hehehe - This is great! I was laughing the entire time. I liked the red-nosed "wargs" and the spiders, but I think my favorite part was Galadriel dragging Gandalf around by his beard.

Author Reply: Thank you! Yes, the holidays were a bit exciting for us elves this year. You will be happy to know that Gandalf's beard is growing back nicely and soon will be quite as luxuriant as before. We also understand that Glorfindel managed to save Master Elrond before he went down for the third time, so all is well again in Imladris. Please, just do not mention the Wood-Elves or the Galadhrim to Erestor just yet. He is still a bit peeved. Perhaps in another hundred years it might be safe again to breath their names to him.

Hope whatever holiday you might celebrate was happy and perhaps not quite as fraught with peril as this one.

Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil
(and Custodian of the Black Squirrel Placecard Holders)

LindorienReviewed Chapter: 1 on 1/2/2004
"Celeborn, I know that Mithrandir is of the Wise, but do these lawn ornaments not appear just a little. . .tacky?" Her voice was ever gentle and sorrowful. "This one, for instance, that looks like a leaping warg. What is it meant to depict?"

"I believe Mithrandir said that it was a reindeer, a mighty deer of distant forests, gentle Lady."

"Celeborn, it hath a red nose. Deer have not red noses."

Helpless giggles yet again to read this passage! You know, this story should become a new holiday tradition. Forget all that Night Before Christmas stuff!

I saw your reference to hanukah in ithilien and realize I've not yet posted that story. I shall return to it when the fit is upon me. Or perhaps a Passover fic -- catapulting Matzoh balls at the orcs from Minas Tirith? 'Tis said that many have the density of a neutron star.

Author Reply: Thank you for the kind review, Fair One! I am still waiting for those delicious lembas latkes. Oh, well, perhaps Passover and the bitter herbs will show up in due course. Gefilte fish has potential. Which holiday is that one?

Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil

NilmandraReviewed Chapter: 1 on 12/9/2003
*ROFLOL* Again

Glad you posted this. Our fair programmer has a PLAN, but she also has work that interferes.

Now, laughing too much to say much, but must go rescue my dear Elrond and ensure Glorfy does not know where I keep the cash card.

Author Reply: I await the programmer's instruction. I still want to go down in flames with Lindorien, but I am clearing my decks as it were for the RotK. I am probably going to be useless for an interlude once that happens. Please, Valar, don't let PJ muck up! He already has so much for which he must atone!

meckinockReviewed Chapter: 1 on 12/9/2003
Briliant, inspired, perfect. "A stout Mithrandir", indeed!

Author Reply: Gracious! Thank you so much. I am quite amazed at what this bit of silliness has evoked. Sometimes, I write just to amuse myself. It's rather nice when others appreciate one's strange outlooks. Galdriel doth mirror my take on "lawn ornaments".

daw the minstrelReviewed Chapter: 1 on 12/9/2003
Oh my goodness. Who would ever have believed that Elves could so lose their sense of aesthetics? I'm with Galadriel. Burn it all! Tacky, tacky, tacky!

This was hilarious. Thank you, OD.

Author Reply: Thank you, dear Minstrel! May whatever your holiday you celebrate be joyful. This is mine, so I could write about it.

Ah, yes, the tacky lawn ornaments. Coupled with that current insidious art of banner flying. Makes me gag and contemplate moving back to the big city somewhere. London would be nice. Yes. Do they have banners there that say "Happy Christmas"? They are easier to ignore in the big city.

As for me, give me a good honest gilded spider!

Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil

MarnieReviewed Chapter: 1 on 12/9/2003
What a hoot! You're definately my favourite writer of humourous elf stories. *Gilded spiders*? Festive black squirrels? Remind me not to go to Mirkwood for the Christmas parties!

I adored Celeborn's countdown. I can't help but think he's secretly had a lot of amusement over the years over the antics of the mad witch. But poor Glorfindel! Has he got any money left after all this?

And the Huorns, and the reindeer, and yes, Go Galadriel! - burn those ghastly Santa's elves. . I don't know how you do it!

I can't put this on the site as well, can I? Please?

Author Reply: Permission hath been granted in a private missive to post on your lovely site. I'm glad you enjoyed this! I always wonder if people will actually enjoy the whacked-out vision of the elves that sometimes descends on me. Oh, well! If they make me laugh, I inflict them on others. I am currently wrestling with a letter from Pippin in "Roses of Iluvatar". I'm having fun with it. Should be up soon.

Except for the good, honest pink plastic flamingos, I hate, loathe and despise the lawn ornaments of the USA that I see, but most especially the fat and dorky little ELVES. What a travesty! Right up there with the Keebler cookie elves. Are you plagued with those in the UK? Ai, Valar!!!

Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil

shireboundReviewed Chapter: 1 on 12/9/2003
"...this is not the time to push my buttons."


Lawn ornaments! Cirdan's reason for founding the Havens so far away! Red-nosed wargs! The twins' socks! Galadriel finding Gandalf hiding under the table!

This may be the funniest fic I've read in Ages.

Author Reply: You are too gracious in your review! What can I tell you? I just was sitting there one evening writing angst and the thought came of how Galadriel might react to these inane depictions of elves as little chubby things. After that, this almost wrote itself.

Mayhap we should start a production factory for elf lawn ornaments of the tall, beautiful and wise sort?

Glad you liked the story!

Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil

The KarenatorReviewed Chapter: 1 on 12/8/2003
My Lady Scribe!
Upon the life of my pet frog, do I swear unto you that this tale is the absolute most humorous of recountings of that jolly weekend in Imladris I have yet to read. My guardians are all rolling upon the floor at the memory of said festival. The look upon the Lord Elrond's face is forever etched into my memory. Had it not been for the overindulgence in the eggnog, he would have placated the angry Huorns, I'm certain, or at least made the last boat. As it was, I hear he has recovered nicely from the chill he took from treading water for so long and the battling of small spiders that fervantly assailed him for a ride as he tried to stay afloat. I am, likewise, informed that Mithrandir beard's has grown back in nicely and once he was dowsed by the cold water that he was able to use his power to guide the waters back to their boundaries. He doth despair, however, that the Lady Galadriel will ne'er forgive him the elf incident and fears that it may cause a strife yet even unto the Undying Lands. I am told that he fears not any further kinslaying, but not being an elf, he doth have foundations for his fears. Gimli doth bid me inform you that he is not a 'Masteral' Dwarf and knows not if this is an insult. Our fair prince has soothed him for the time being and I have most readily assured him that it something know as a typo, but he continues to make that noise that sounds like a dragon trying to blow his nose. Pray, my Lady, do right this wrong for you know as well as the rest of your close fellowship that the dwarf can be overly sensitive. From reliable sources...(Haldir)...I have been told that the Lord Celeborn is still chuckling at the whole event and hopes that Erestor will plan such a festival again. And I, my Lady Scribe, have ne'er had such a delightful time. Alas, I did save my stuffed squirrel as a party favor. Just delightful....absolutely delightful! Your servant, The Karenator.

Author Reply: Hasten to calm the loved dwarf. A certain elven brother was practicing his newly acquired skills and did hit a couple of wrong keys. I have now addressed the situation and fully abase myself before said dwarf Gimli. I cry you mercy, Gimli! I also note that there is nothing wrong with thy eagle's eye e'en though thy hearing is not as it once was. How is my favorite short bearded person anyway?

Yes, there is nothing like a truly memorable holiday fest!

Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil

P.S. Tell Legolas to look for a missive from his fair brother anon. One had been typed and tied to the carrier pigeon but, alas, was swallowed and fell into the Void last night. We trust the humble carrier pigeon will fly straighter later today.

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