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Story notes: 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.
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