Zealotry was commonly found within the race of elves. One might wonder for what Elves are zealous, but all things considered when you live forever, one must find something to be ardent about. Based on what I found while staying in Imladris, the elves were thoroughly enthusiastic about a plethora of things. Some of which proved to be more amusing than others.
On one side there was Elrond; if he wasn�t quite a curious fellow, indeed. Out of all the elves, or anyone I really ever knew, he had quite the fetish for books. He had room after room stockpiled with the things. Generally I would have taken a great liking to the elf lord because of this, but all of these books were in dead and foreign languages. Not to mention that his libraries were so unnaturally messy that it would have been suicidal to go in there in search of some casual literature.
The amusing part about it was that all Lord Elrond really ever did was blather on about goodness knows what concerning Middle-earth, or the history of Arda in general. It was really the history of the elves, if you want to be more precise. Anyway, he would do this for several hours at a time and then claim that he had several books on the subject matter. That wasn�t all that funny, in fact it was quite annoying, but what was funny was the fact that I do not think he had ever actually read any of the books that he had.
On another side you had Glorfindel; an elf I respected but chose to spend as much time away from him as I possibly could. He really was an amazing being, it was just that instead of collecting books and documents like Elrond did, he had this odd fascination with collecting weapons. There lots of weapons, and they were all very big, very sharp, and very dangerous. That disturbed me greatly.
I was not fully prepared to risk losing a limb to befriend an immortal and reborn psychopath, so I steered clear from him. But, back to what I was saying about the weapons, well, he had everything, which was cool. My problem was when he wanted to show me how everything worked and he started waving spears and axes around near my head. That was when I decided that Glorfindel should not get to play with pointy objects.
Then there was the illustrious duo of Elladan and Elrohir who were incessantly causing trouble. Generally trouble amuses me, but I got peeved when they sucked Mallor into their scheming world of juvenile and immature tendencies and got Firefoot drunk. Let us simply say that the three of them were in the doghouse for a good while.
Celebr�an was a character that I could not figure out. She was more or less just there, always watching and always glowing with this creepy kind of warmth and happiness. I was also fortunate that I had yet to meet Arwen, who was supposedly on her way to L�rien visiting her grandmother, Galadriel. I liked Celebr�an well enough, I just thought she was a little strange. But then again, I was beginning to think that to be a common characteristic among female elves.
There was Erestor, who I still cannot tell you very much about. The only time I ever saw him was at meals when we all ate together. He never really spoke unless asked a question, or if something ridiculous was said by either Elladan or Elrohir, who he seemed to enjoy correcting. All in all, he seemed like a very quite type of person who preferred being by himself more than anything else. I guess that made him a sort of black sheep of Imladris because I discovered that elves are generally very social and far too talkative for their own good.
Now naturally there has to be someone that I straight out dislike. There was this elf lord with this ridiculously long elvish name that I could not say if I tried. Remembering multiple fan-type things about elves, I thought it fitting that I should dub him Figwit instead. Now, Figwit was an obnoxious, or at the very least egotistical, elf whom I had absolutely no use for. He had this bad habit of appearing at the good part of my day and ruining it.
He was the exception I allowed the twins and Mallor when it came to their pranks. They could soak him with wine and light him on fire for all I cared. Come to think of it, they actually almost did that once, but the part with the fire was an accident. That was not supposed to happen, but I would really rather not think about that right now.
So, in essence, those were the people I was forced to spend my time with. Not exactly forced, per say, but I cannot think of a better way to word the reason for my continuous presence within the elvish city. I wanted to go, Mallor liked it here, and I cannot be entirely certain about this, but I think the elves were trying to hold me hostage here.
It was most definitely a conspiracy.
I really needed to get the heck out of this place.
