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nikkiling2 Interview by His Majesty King Thranduil of Mirkwood
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your LJ.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And thus the endless cycle of the meme goes on and on and on and on.....
Keiliss walked through the castle halls, corkscrew in hand. She had just finished with Glorfindel in the kitchens, and as tempting as it was to leave him tied there for the cooking staff to find, she had let him go; a very satisfied elf.
She rounded the corner to find another elf blocking her way, dressed in a lovely gown of green lace with orange feathers, heels, and a snakeskin purse. It took her a moment to identify said elf, for strangely enough the dress looked fairly becoming on the Mirkwood King. The green set off his fair skin and golden hair quite well, and Keiliss couldn’t tell whether his waist was naturally that trim, or he wore a cincher.
"Ah. Just whom I wanted to see." Thranduil pulled a folded piece of paper from his purse and looked at her saucily. "Before I can meet with Elrond, I have been charged to ask you five questions."
Keiliss heaved a sigh and nodded. Would she ever get to her wine?
"Question one." He took a moment to flip back his long, golden locks. "Of all the elves, who has the best hair?"
Keiliss eyed the King nervously. She knew what the ‘right’ answer was, of course, but it was a little at odds with the ‘honest’ answer. She sighed again. “Well naturally, your Majesty has very beautiful hair, thick and wavy and blonde. And then, of course, there’s Glorfindel.” She allowed herself a satisfied smile. “He has hair like sunlight. But, well, I always rather liked dark hair. Which brings us to Erestor. Pitch black hair, satin smooth, shiny. Yes, I’m afraid I’ll have to say Erestor has the best hair.”
"Two." He looked back at the paper, and did a doubletake as an embarrassed flush stained his cheeks. "Um. You're stuck naked in a rowboat in the middle of the sea with Elrond and a pink tutu. There are no oars. What do you do?”
”What do I do? “Keiliss laughed. “ I would rig the tutu up as a sort of sunshade / signal flag – I have to assume there would be some sort of string or rope in the boat – maybe fishing line? And then I would make the very best of a good opportunity and hope the rescue party doesn’t arrive too soon.”
"Question three." He seemed to recover his composure. "Haldir asks if you wish to go Mallorn hunting with him. Do you accept? Why or why not?" His eyes lifted from the paper, and suddenly noticed the corkscrew still in Keiliss' hand.
Keiliss’ eyes narrow. “Haldir?” she asks with an edge to her voice. “Him again? Well for a start, isn’t a Mallorn a tree? How stupid do I look>” She noticed, with satisfaction, the nervous way the King’s eyes followed the movement of the corkscrew in her hand . “I would decline with thanks. I would never go anywhere alone with that elf anyway – his reputation precedes him. My muses would be scandalized.”
"Four," He swallowed nervously. "You look up and see two male elves in a tree stitching a pair of knickers. Who are the elves, and to whom do the knickers belong?"
“Look, the obvious answer to that question is : the twins. I can only assume they ‘borrowed’ them from Arwen, tore them and are trying to repair the damage. Either that or they are doing some decorative needlework, possibly sewing on rows of chicken feathers. Either way, I am very relieved you didn’t think to ask me the obvious question which is – why? Quite honestly I don’t think I would want to know why. We are talking about the twins, after all”
"And five." Thranduil backs up a step, and almost stumbles over one of his heels. "Where are you going with the corkscrew? Are you meeting with someone, and if so, who is it and why?"
Keiliss looks vaguely at the corkscrew. “Oh, this?” She gives the King a sweet smile. “I’ve spent ages trying to find a decent bottle of wine to go with it. I’m desperate for a drink round about now. I wasn’t planning on sharing it when I find it but, if you would be willing to tell me where you got those GORGEOUS shoes, I think I could be persuaded to share."
nikkiling2 Interview by His Majesty King Thranduil of Mirkwood1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your LJ.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And thus the endless cycle of the meme goes on and on and on and on.....
Keiliss walked through the castle halls, corkscrew in hand. She had just finished with Glorfindel in the kitchens, and as tempting as it was to leave him tied there for the cooking staff to find, she had let him go; a very satisfied elf.
She rounded the corner to find another elf blocking her way, dressed in a lovely gown of green lace with orange feathers, heels, and a snakeskin purse. It took her a moment to identify said elf, for strangely enough the dress looked fairly becoming on the Mirkwood King. The green set off his fair skin and golden hair quite well, and Keiliss couldn’t tell whether his waist was naturally that trim, or he wore a cincher.
"Ah. Just whom I wanted to see." Thranduil pulled a folded piece of paper from his purse and looked at her saucily. "Before I can meet with Elrond, I have been charged to ask you five questions."
Keiliss heaved a sigh and nodded. Would she ever get to her wine?
"Question one." He took a moment to flip back his long, golden locks. "Of all the elves, who has the best hair?"
Keiliss eyed the King nervously. She knew what the ‘right’ answer was, of course, but it was a little at odds with the ‘honest’ answer. She sighed again. “Well naturally, your Majesty has very beautiful hair, thick and wavy and blonde. And then, of course, there’s Glorfindel.” She allowed herself a satisfied smile. “He has hair like sunlight. But, well, I always rather liked dark hair. Which brings us to Erestor. Pitch black hair, satin smooth, shiny. Yes, I’m afraid I’ll have to say Erestor has the best hair.”
"Two." He looked back at the paper, and did a doubletake as an embarrassed flush stained his cheeks. "Um. You're stuck naked in a rowboat in the middle of the sea with Elrond and a pink tutu. There are no oars. What do you do?”
”What do I do? “Keiliss laughed. “ I would rig the tutu up as a sort of sunshade / signal flag – I have to assume there would be some sort of string or rope in the boat – maybe fishing line? And then I would make the very best of a good opportunity and hope the rescue party doesn’t arrive too soon.”
"Question three." He seemed to recover his composure. "Haldir asks if you wish to go Mallorn hunting with him. Do you accept? Why or why not?" His eyes lifted from the paper, and suddenly noticed the corkscrew still in Keiliss' hand.
Keiliss’ eyes narrow. “Haldir?” she asks with an edge to her voice. “Him again? Well for a start, isn’t a Mallorn a tree? How stupid do I look>” She noticed, with satisfaction, the nervous way the King’s eyes followed the movement of the corkscrew in her hand . “I would decline with thanks. I would never go anywhere alone with that elf anyway – his reputation precedes him. My muses would be scandalized.”
"Four," He swallowed nervously. "You look up and see two male elves in a tree stitching a pair of knickers. Who are the elves, and to whom do the knickers belong?"
“Look, the obvious answer to that question is : the twins. I can only assume they ‘borrowed’ them from Arwen, tore them and are trying to repair the damage. Either that or they are doing some decorative needlework, possibly sewing on rows of chicken feathers. Either way, I am very relieved you didn’t think to ask me the obvious question which is – why? Quite honestly I don’t think I would want to know why. We are talking about the twins, after all”
"And five." Thranduil backs up a step, and almost stumbles over one of his heels. "Where are you going with the corkscrew? Are you meeting with someone, and if so, who is it and why?"
Keiliss looks vaguely at the corkscrew. “Oh, this?” She gives the King a sweet smile. “I’ve spent ages trying to find a decent bottle of wine to go with it. I’m desperate for a drink round about now. I wasn’t planning on sharing it when I find it but, if you would be willing to tell me where you got those GORGEOUS shoes, I think I could be persuaded to share."
