Rating: PG
Pairings: Elrond/Thranduil/Gil-galad
Summary: ?? Parody.
Feedback: Pretty please?
Notes: This is the revised version of my previously posted fic, Untitled. Some people actually liked the first version, and even told me so. A huge thanks to those people. You know who you are. You might want to skip this one.
This version came about as a result of me getting one too many emails about how absolutely horrible it really was. Well, guys, I took your "advice". Maybe you'll like this version better. I took the original fic and took out everything you guys complained about. This is what's left.
Warnings: Written when pissed. 'Nuff said.
Gil-galad, Elrond and Thranduil were standing fully dressed in Elrond's moonlit bedchamber.
Gil-galad: *blinkblink*
Elrond: *blinkblink*
Thranduil: *blinkblink, droool, blinkblink*
Oropher bursts into the room, takes one look at the scene spread out before him. "Oh no you don't," he said. He grabbed Thranduil by the arm and dragged him out of the room, ignoring his son's words of protest.
Gil-galad: *blinkblink* "That was odd."
Elrond: *blinkblink* "Very. How did Thranduil get in here, anyway?"
Gil-galad: *shrug*
Time passes.
Gil-galad: "Back to snakes and ladders, then?"
Elrond: "Of course."
And they play board games for the rest of the night.
The End
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