Disclaimer – Lord of the Rings belongs to J. R. R. Tolkein. This is just a humble offering at the alter of his greatness.
A/N – I wasn't originally planning a sequel to A Lesson in Quenya, but I was inspired by a review. So this is for Arian, to answer of your question.
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Elrohir placed the last book high on the bookshelf and began to climb down the ladder he stood on. Reaching the bottom, he glared at his twin, who still had a small stack of tomes waiting to be returned to their places on the shelves. Elladan was crouching to place one of them on the very bottom shelf.
Elladan straightened up with a sigh. "We should have taken them in alphabetical order. I'm afraid Glorfindel and I didn't realize we would probably be the ones putting them back."
"Really?" Elrohir asked, disgruntled. He had had to help put away all of the stolen reference books since Erestor hadn't believed that he was a victim of circumstance. He sat down in one of the chairs opposite the bookshelf where his brother was replacing books, determined to enjoy having been the first to finish.
"Really. Where are the J's?" Elladan continued as his brother pointed to the section of books requested. "Glorfindel is worried. He thinks Erestor is going to attack him, and jumps every time someone talks to him. It's rather amusing, in fact."
Finished, Elladan turned to Elrohir, who arched an eyebrow and asked, "Ready to go then?"
"Yes."
Together, they headed towards the kitchens, planning to beg a snack from the cook.
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Erestor was sneaking. He had already decided that sneaking was not a very dignified thing to be doing, especially for an advisor of the Lord of Rivendell, but there was no other way to get what he wanted. After all, it would be very suspicious if suddenly he was found wanting green dye. So sneak he must.
Unfortunately, he wasn't watching where he was sneaking, and accidentally snuck into Elladan and Elrohir. Needless to say, the twins were very surprised.
"Erestor? Why are you running from column to column like that?" Elladan was doing his best not to laugh.
"Ahh." Erestor had an epiphany. "I'll tell if you promise to help."
"Deal." Elrohir didn't bother to consult his brother.
"I wanted to get Glorfindel back for stealing the books. So . . ." The advisor blushed slightly. His idea suddenly seemed very childish.
Elladan looked delighted. "You're playing a prank on him? What kind?"
"Well . . . I was thinking of dying Asfaloth green."
At this the twins could no longer contain their mirth and burst out laughing.
"Dye his horse? Green?" Elrohir asked, once he could breathe.
"I guess it does sound a bit silly . . ."
"Silly?" Elladan couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Silly? It's brilliant! Only, you're not taking it far enough. Here's what you have to do . . ."
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Estel sat on the floor in the center of his room. Elrond had told him he wasn't allowed to leave until he had finished cleaning. Looking around the room, it seemed as though he would never finish. Clothes were strewn over the furniture and the floor, books buried in the bedclothes, and the breeze coming through the open window was blowing around quills and papers.
A light tapping at the door roused him from his thoughts. Opening it, he found the twins and Erestor waiting for him.
"Estel? Would you mind helping us with something?" Elladan asked.
Estel sighed. "I can't. Ada says I have to clean my room."
Looking past his brother into the room, Elrohir could see why Estel was so dejected. "How about we help you clean? Then you can help us."
Estel brightened up. "All right." But Ada can't know."
Erestor groaned inwardly. He had agreed to play a prank on Glorfindel, not to clean Estel's room. He wished the twins would explain why they needed the boy, but they refused to tell him until they had everything they needed.
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Elladan collapsed onto Estel's bed. Cleaning the room had taken longer than they had expected, and in the end they had stuffed many of the books under the bed, where they hoped Elrond wouldn't notice them. Estel came to sit in his lap, mumbling his thanks for having helped. He wriggled, and Elladan realized his brother was waiting to find out what he was wanted for.
"Remember when you dyed Ada's hair purple?" Elladan asked.
Estel giggled. "And he couldn't get it out? Why?"
Elrohir came over to sit beside the two. "We were wondering if you could make us some green dye."
"What for?"
Elladan winked at Erestor. "Erestor wants revenge on Glorfindel, so we thought maybe we could . . ." he whispered their plan in Estel's ear.
Estel's eyes widened. "Really?" he asked.
"Really."
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Elrond gazed at the four standing before him. He wasn't surprised by what he was hearing, but he certainly hadn't expected to be invited to join in on the prank his sons and advisor were planning. He sat back. It certainly had been a long time since he had done such things. Perhaps just this once he would help them out. Strictly to make sure they didn't carry it too far, of course . . .
"What is this plan of yours?"
The twins looked at each other in delight.
"Well," said Estel, bringing a jar of bright green liquid from behind his back, "We were thinking . . ."
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Glorfindel meticulously checked his room before sitting down to gaze out the window. He was surprised that Erestor still hadn't done anything to him. He almost wished something would happen that could end the waiting.
He sighed. It was so beautiful out, but he knew that it was much more dangerous. There were so many more opportunities for traps in the gardens than there were in his room. Perhaps if he could go out to visit Asfaloth. After all, there were always other elves about in the stables.
Determined to make it to his horse without mishap, Glorfindel got up and left the room. But not before he had checked the hall outside for an ambush.
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I wasn't going to make this two chapters, but I don't have time to finish the story now, and I want to post. So I'll update as soon as I can.