[Лаурелин]

Спёрто с одного ЖЖ...
ежели кто знает англицкий, плиз, хелп с переводом... *самой-то лень*
эссе называется "Gil-Galad"

Oh Elwee... my dear, dear young Elwee. There is simply NO WAY that I'm going to permit that... that... that overstuffed PUFFBALL to come between us any longer! I'm WAY more mature than that, to say nothing of being so Regally much better than him in EVERY way. No, beloved, he and his scuzzy little dalliances mean NOTHING to me. Though I know he's caused you grief, and for that I shall have my revenge, however long it takes. But as for you and I, petal, let us put any more thoughts of the blonde bore firmly behind us.

There... no more tears. Remember, Elwee, not only am I of Royal Blood and therefore UTTERLY Regal in my magnanimousness but I... I... well, *coughs* let's just say that I love you, pumpkin, more than mere words could ever express. What about it, Elwee? I'd say that this is our cue to disappear into the sunset together singing foolish love-songs to each other and canoodling in rapturous bliss for, oooh, at least a few thousand years! Come on, my gorgeous herald, let us shimmy out of here and put the past firmly behind us. Let us disappear together until all the long ages of men are over and all the worlds have long forgotten the names of Gil-galad the most regal and Elrond the fair... to say nothing of Haldir the lumpen...

*And so, grinning foolishly, our two love-birds do just that... never to be heard of again on these shores.*

THE END.