Arwen is lounging on a couch in Rivendell after Estel has gone off on some quest or another. Suddenly, arrows start being shot down the corridor. She sits up and looks as a grey-clad figure suddenly opens the door the rest of the way.
He stops and looks at Arwen without saying anything. She cocks her head to the side and says, "Aren't you a little short to be one of the Galadhrim?"
"What?" Haldir takes off the battle helmet he was wearing and tosses it to the side. "Sorry, couldn't hear you. And anyway, we're here to rescue you."
"Rescue me?" Arwen looks puzzled. "I don't need to be rescued."
"That's what the script says, that's what we're going to do." Haldir grabs Arwen by the wrist and pulls her into the hallway. Orophin is standing at the end of the hall next to a furry creature.
"What's going on up there?" calls a voice from the stairs below.
"Uh, n-nothing, Master Erestor, uh... we had a slight weapons malfunction but, uh... everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?" Orophin winces and the furry thing slaps him upside the head.
"I'm sending Lord Glorfindel up there," Erestor calls up the stairs.
"Uh, uh, negative. We had a, um, a miruvor leak up here now. Give us a minute to lock it down. Large leak, very dangerous."
"Elladan? Elrohir? Wait, who is this?" shouts Erestor, starting to make his way up the steps.
"Uh..." Orophin slams the door shut and bars is with a chair. "Boring conversation anyway... Hal! We're going to have company!"
The furry thing stomps his foot. "Great. Just great. Master Erestor is going to make us stop, and I didn't even get to play a good part."
"You're playing a very important role, Rumil. Everyone wants to be the wookie!"
"But wookies don't wear long fluffy blue ears, and white puffy tail, and a big pink bow-tie!" Rumil huffs.
Orophin takes one look at him and pats him on the head. "Oh, but you look adorable." The handle of the door jiggles and Orophin pushes Rumil down the hallway.
Back at Arwen's room, things aren't going well, and Haldir has only been able to get her into the hallway. "I don't WANT to be rescued! Can't you understand that!"
"It's in the book! It's in the movie! Look, princess, you're getting rescued." Haldir tells her, tugging on her arm.
"AHHH-DAAAHHHH!" She screams. From two doors down, a head pokes out of the doorway.
"Aw, crap!"
"It's Obi Elrond!"
"It's okay. He's on our side," Haldir says.
"Save me, Ada Elrond, you're my only hope!" cries out Arwen.
Elrond narrows his eyes and heads out of his study. All three lorien brothers gulp as he approaches.
"But.. But... He's on our side!" stutters Haldir.
Elrond pauses and looks at Haldir's hand. "Are you touching my daughter without her permission?"
"Uh..." Haldir looks down at his hand and lets go of Arwen. All three brothers look around in panic. "There!" Haldir points to a large hole in the wall.
"Halli, that's a garbage chute!" whines Rumil as he looks down into it. Before he can comment further, Haldir pushes him down.
"Oh, that was gross," says Orophin, peering into the tunnel.
"You're next," says Haldir.
"Oh, no. I'm using the stairs." Orophin heads toward the door, sees the handle still jiggling and walks back. "On second thought..."
Haldir approaches the hole and gets a good wiff of the tunnel. "Yeesh..." He turns around and thinks perhaps of pleading his case, but Elrond gives him a very upset look.
"Do not make me use force to remove you from my house," he warns.
Haldir sighs and, pinching his nose, slides down the chute.
Elrond walks to the door and pulls the chair away to let Erestor into the hallway. "How many more of these outbursts can I expect today?"
"One if we hold to the original movies, three if we extend things," Erestor informs him.
Elrond takes a good look at Erestor. "Should I ask why you're wearing a dress?"
"I haven't had time to change yet," Erestor says.
Elrond blinks. "Erestor, it has been hours."
"And mere seconds in the life of an elf."
Elrond shakes his head. "I shall be in my study," he says.
Erestor looks at Arwen, and then around the hallway. "Where did those three mischief makers go?" Arwen points to the hole in the wall. "Ai! They'll never make it out of that place alive," he says, scurrying down the steps and shaking his head.
"I really should have warned them that was the passage to Estel's rooms," Arwen nods.
