Summary: Adventure! Romance! Humour! A collection of 25 one-shots based on prompts featuring the elves of Mirkwood and each one including Elros the Guard. No angst and written to lift overworked, tired spirits looking for some fun. Warnings will be given with chapters but slightly more mature content. Starring: Elros, Galion, Lethuin, Feren, Thranduil, and more cameos.

A/N: So, this began after one long hard day at the clinic. I came home wanting to read something enjoyable and humorous. I went looking and found some amazing stories that were just that but I didn't find any stories with my favourite character, Elros the Guard. Of course, I had to rectify that! I decided to make a collection of one-shots based on a list of prompts I found on Tumblr featuring Elros and that is how it began. If you want the prompts PM me and I will give you the list. I by no means own the prompts or the characters (except my OC's) and am merely using them. Strictly adhering to the prompts is not this collection's purpose but I am going to try to do them justice. This is the first one-shot in the collection. It is a two-part story.

Warnings: NONE

Prompt: "don't stop"

Title: Another Adventure Starting with Wine

Part 1

"You really think you can get away with this again?" Galion asked dubiously. The small butler was standing not far to Elros' right watching the guard with all intensity. His words carried not only a large amount of disbelief, but also a deep undertone of warning.

Elros himself was in a different stance. He was not glaring with arms crossed like the butler nor did his frame connote any firm admonition. In fact, Elros was quite happy to be honest. He was quite happy indeed amidst his task, which was involving balancing on two barrels and trying desperately to reach the top shelf of the king's private reserve. Now, if only the floor would stop dancing. It was beginning to make him dizzy. The gleaming dark-stained bottles were not being the most still either…

"Elros, did you even hear what I said?" Galion inquired once again.

Elros finally looked back at his friend then gave a grin. "I almost reached them. Too bad you are so short you know. If you weren't so short, you could come up here and give me a boost… though you do look quite strong…" Elros mused aloud, his eyes starting to shimmer like the liquor in the coveted bottles.

Galion was not moved by Elros' ridiculous notions. "I'm not giving you anything. You're going to get caught."

Elros chuckled turning back to study the large shelf. His mind conjured another idea, a better idea. "I'm going to climb it, Galion," Elros proclaimed.

Feeling the urge to roll his eyes but also a genuine curiosity blossom, Galion merely waved a hand, inviting the guard to do as he had mind. The butler doubted the young ellon would be able to even get onto the first two shelves and certainly not the highest. Galion scanned the depths of the cellars. He knew he had placed that step stool somewhere –

An "oomph" coming from Elros pulled the butler from his thoughts. The elf had gotten past the first two shelves and was presently making slow progress past the middle shelves (numbers six and seven). The dark haired ellon clung to the edges of the intricately carved ledges with strong fingers as he climbed towards the prizes above.

Galion's mouth dropped at the sight, partially stunned Elros' vigour and partially dumbfounded by the sheer fact that the ellon was getting where he wanted to go. The moment didn't last long, however.

Elros grinned to himself, turning his eyes upwards to gaze at those glistening bottles of wonderfulness. He was almost there! Suddenly, the guard experienced a desire to speak his happiness. Looking down at the butler he said through a wide smile, "Told you Galion! I'm going to get them!" He exclaimed removing his left hand to point at the beloved prize… Oh crap!

The ellon's mind became instantly sober as panic overtook Elros. His right hand slipped under the weight and distraction. A moment later Elros landed hard on the grey stone floor, feeling the wind be knocked straight from his lungs in a second. His body curled in pain.

Galion quickly rushed to his friend's aid, yet as he knelt down beside the whimpering elf, he couldn't help but think the fall was exactly what the guard had deserved. "I knew it," Galion muttered softly while palpating Elros' everything and looking for anything broken. It had been quite a fall…

He pulled Elros' arms away from the guard's face, revealing an anguishing countenance. "Are you crying?!" Galion exclaimed incredulously. His voice echoed down the golden lit halls.

Elros simply nodded holding his elbow. "It TINGLES!" He screamed on the verge of delirium.

Galion sighed completely exasperated. He had no idea why… just why… "You are going to pay for this one day," Galion said sharply annoyed at his best friend.

A noise on the edge of hearing cut Galion off from saying more. The sound of heavy boots coming down the passageway caused his blood to run cold. He shushed Elros' moaning. The elf surprised him once again by actually quieting down.

Elros must have realised what the sound was the same instant as Galion for the two instantaneously bolted upright. "Someone is coming," Elros spoke the obvious.

Galion nodded not wasting anytime pondering who it could be. The butler immediately seized Elros' hand, dragging him further into the cellars. Silently, the butler cursed the layout of the wine chambers as they ducked in and out of the passageways. Elros stumbled along behind Galion until Galion finally scurried down the last set of stairs into the deepest room of the cellars.

"Now where?" Elros asked anxiously. The sound of the boots was much diminished but both ellyn knew (even Elros in his slightly inebriated state) that the seeker would not stop until he had checked everywhere. All palace guards stationed in this area knew the price of tampering with the king's wine. Elros gulped at that thought. He didn't want to be punished. He had merely been thirsty…. Galion was talking to him.

"Come help me." The butler said while swiftly re-stacking a pair of barrels against the far left wall. He seemed to be reorganising them or something…

Elros moved to help his friend lifting the large wooden cylinder easily. "Why?"

The question was answered the next moment. A narrow fissure in the natural stone wall of the room was revealed to them. A crisp draft came out of the uncovered passage. It did much to lift the fog from Elros' head.

"Here," Galion said, shuffling inside. The butler could walk fine in the small space but Elros was a more heavily built elf and besides that he was still in his issued armour.

The guard hesitated. "I don't know if I can – " His words were cut off by the sound of more boots. These footfalls were much hastier in their rhythm. The sound of their pursuers was enough to convince Elros.

"I can fit!" He whispered fearfully shimmying into the space and rapidly rolling the barrel back into its original position. He hoped it still looked normal… The space was not as tiny as he had thought it was and Elros was able to straighten somewhat as he followed the fast moving butler, though Elros did have to squeeze sideways through a handful of tight bends.

The tight bends were the worst. Galion did his best to warn his friend whenever a turn was coming but Elros bumped into many walls during the journey. There was no light in the tunnel. It seemed entirely natural, made of the rough grey stone of the region and slanting downward at a gentle angle. As they moved on (Elros was beginning to wonder when they would get to their destination and where that destination really was) the floor became slick as a tiny murmuring ribbon of water went along the passage as well. The smell of wet earth flowed freely in the space, never ceasing to send out fresh breaths of scent-laden air through the tunnel from the opening.

Finally. Finally! Elros caught a glimpse over Galion's huddled shoulder of soft grey light at the end of the tunnel. "Galion," he whispered.

"Yes, I know. It leads to the barrel drop or at least nearby it," Galion said quietly in response to the ellon. He continued up the path, smirking when he heard Elros comment in the background.

"That's cool."

Soon, within a couple of minutes, the two elves stepped from the fissure to be bathed in gentle moonlight and soothed by the melodic sound of rushing water. Galion breathed a sigh of relief. He was sure the guards would not be able to find them now. They had probably stopped looking entirely by now. He turned to face Elros, whose low grunting was echoing far in the cavernous place. The elf looked stuck trying to wriggle free of the crevice.

"What are you doing?" Galion asked growing tired of dealing with the drunken guard. He really did not know why he did not just leave him there. He should have.

"I'm fine," Elros growled, becoming frustrated by his plight.

Galion twerked an eyebrow. It was Elros' usual answer when things were quite the opposite. "Really?"

"No! Bloody damn, help me!" Elros snapped.

Galion felt a strange bad feeling of amusement and had to laugh. The deep euphonious sound mingling beautifully with the roaring river only served to further anger the trapped ellon.

"Help?" Elros pleaded. His dark irises met Galion's hazel eyes miserably.

Galion sighed. "Fine." Moving over to aid the elf, Galion gripped Elros' arm and pulled.

It took more effort than Galion had first perceived but with one final yank and a yelp from the yankee, Elros was loosed.

The guard fell face down on the wet ground. Spitting gavel from his mouth, he staggered upright. "Thanks mellonenín."

Galion was opening his mouth to tell the fool that his thanks didn't really mean anything when a stern male voice interrupted this time. "Oh, you should have kept him there, Galion."

The two ellyn startled whirling around to face the eavesdropper. There sitting half shrouded in silky pale moonlight was their king. "Don't stop talking now," The voice prodded mock gently.

Elros and Galion could only stare slack jawed at the figure.

"I've been wondering who persisted in stealing from me," Thranduil said.

Elros and Galion merely swallowed. How he was going to talk his way out of this one, Elros had no idea.