Manwë's Birthday Party by Dawn Felagund, Tarion Anarore, , Rhapsody, , oshun, , Isil Elensar, , pandemonium_213, , Beatrisu

Chapter 3 "It takes a kinslayer too..." by Rhapsody

Big thanks and I ower her a lot: Isil Elensar. For encouraging me, betaing what I wrote and telling me I could do it (writing humour is not my specialty).

Tinkle-chime!!

"Will this day never end?” Manwe muttered as he quickly covered his ears, yet the chimes seemed to keep on tingling his Valar –senses.

Tinklechimekabloinkdoiiiingtinkletinkle....!

Manwe halted in his steps and, just in time, he suppressed a squee. Outside he heard two persons arguing, but soon he heard a loud boing, while another voice replied harshly.

With a big smile, Manwe opened the door and saw Celegorm try to re-arrange some chimes that now made a miserable sound.

Tingletonkitonk.

“I am sorry, Manwe. My brother here destroyed your doorbell.” The bard started once he looked up to the tall Valar. “I asked him to haul the harp up this mountain and all went fine until those final yards.”

“Now wait just a minute. Why does everyone immediately assume it was me? It was this doormat!” Celegorm scowled and pointed to a huge doormat that pictured the Vingilot. Manwe tried not to smile too broadly and suppressed the urge to hug this elf for what he just did. He only wished Varda wouldn’t find out who killed her ingenious doorbell and maybe, just maybe, this day wouldn’t be that annoying after all.

“No worries Celegorm! That’s one of the best things you’ve ever done, kinslayer!” Manwe said as he clapped the Noldo on his back. “I know you’ve had long conversations with Mandos about this whole killing of kin business, but killing the doorbell was the best idea you’ve ever had! Noldo craftsmanship: it takes a Noldo to kill it!”

Tingletonkitonk.

“Well…” Maglor started, but halted as he tried to figure out whether he should be insulted or not. After all it was Varda who insisted on having his harp present at Manwe’s birthday bash – a phrase he picked up from the energetic Bilbo – but he wondered if Manwe realised he was on a fast road to have those tiny wind chimes relocated somewhere else.

“Don’t answer that.” Celegorm answered and prodded the silly sounding chime again.

Tinktongtonto.

WHACK!

With one efficient blow, Celegorm smacked the doorbell and appraised his handiwork smugly. “There! Killed it! Since we still have a reputation to live up to, I’d rather do this thoroughly since you so appreciate this in the first place. If your wife doesn’t agree, I’ll send her to you telling you insisted.” Celegorm said as he winked roguishly. “Now, where do you need this instrument?”

For a moment Manwe wondered if he should rebuke Celegorm, but then thought the better of it. After all, the doorbell dying was a very good thing and would reduce his headache enormously. All he had to be sure of was that he was not around when Varda found out and, even more so, keep Celegorm away from the door before he proudly told anyone he was instructed, nay encouraged, to do this for him. Maybe Oromë was right after all.

"You can take it to the veranda, if you don’t mind.” Manwe suggested kindly and as the elves moved the object over the marble floor, he heard more voices approaching his house.