Disclaimer: I own nothing. Mr. Tolkien is the creator of such wonderful characters. Someone else owns the rights to them. I hope they don't mind if I have a little fun with them...

Elladan and Elrohir are the equivalent of a seven-year-old human. I do not know how elves age in terms of human years.

Enjoy the story!

It was a cold, rainy day in Imladris, and the twin sons of Lord Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir were hiding under a table. They had just gotten out of a history lesson with Erestor and wanted to do something fun. Unfortunately, they couldn't play outside because of the rain, and Piril, their math tutor, expected them in ten minutes for lectures, homework, and other boring things.

"Elladan?" Elrohir whispered, "I'm hungry."

"Me too, 'Ro. But if we come out, Piril will come and get us for you know what." Elladan muttered back. His stomach growled. "Alright. We'll make a break for the kitchens. Maybe, just maybe, we'll make it out alive." The elflings crept out from under the table and tiptoed toward the kitchens. Luckily, the kitchen staff were too busy to notice them stealing fruit and cookies. Giggling softly, the twins ran to their favorite hiding place, an abandoned storage closet. They had decorated it with comfy cushions, a small rug, and some toys.

" 'Dan?" Elrohir whined. "I'm thirsty." Elladan groaned, then rummaged through the cushions. He triumphantly produced a bottle of juice he had thoughtfully stored under the cushions the day before. Happily, they dove into their snack.

After the twins finished their snacks, they began playing with their toy warriors. Soon, however, they became bored with them. Elrohir wanted to play outside in the gardens, but it was raining. Elladan wanted to run through the halls of Imladris, but he knew what would most likely happen: MATH CLASS. Suddenly, Elrohir had an idea.

"Elladan! Elladan! Let's play a prank on someone!"

"How?" Elladan asked skeptically. "What kind of prank?"

"What about the bucket of water prank? Yesterday, Ada told me how he used to put a bucket of water over a closed door and waited until someone opened them and walked out. Let's just say, whoever was in the room wasn't very dry afterward..." Elrohir snickered at the thought.

"OK. Let's do it. But we'll have to do it later, after class. I wonder what Master Piril is doing right now." Elladan said half-heartedly.

Piril paced impatiently across his study, waiting for his two truant students. Sighing, he checked the hourglass again and walked into the hall to search for them. Spotting Erestor, he ran to inquire about the twins' whereabouts.

"Lord Erestor, have you seen Elladan and Elrohir lately? They are due for a lesson now, but have not come to class. Where do you suppose they are?"

Erestor frowned. "I have not seen them since they ran out of my study after their history lesson. Do you think they are hiding from you, or are merely late?

"Hiding, most likely. I suppose I'll have to traipse all over Lord Elrond's halls to find them." Piril rolled his eyes then started off in search of his students. At that moment, two blurs of dark hair and clothes smashed into him, knocking him down. Piril looked down at his feet to see the twins sprawled across them. Guiltily, they stood up and helped their tutor to his feet. Glowering, Piril stalked into his study, followed by two reluctant students.

An hour later, the twins burst out of the room and ran down the hall. When they reached their hideout, they were eager to try out their prank. Elladan grabbed the bucket, and Elrohir grabbed a rope, a hammer, and some nails. Then, they snuck back into the kitchens to fill up their bucket with water. With all the necessary supplies, they were ready to go. Except for one thing.

" 'Ro." Elladan declared importantly. "I will decide our victim because I'm older."

"By thirty minutes!" Elrohir protested. "If you insist, I'll dump this bucket of water on you. What will Naneth say about that?" He stuck out his tongue at his brother.

"Fine. Can we at least prank Glorfindel? He's sleeping right now, so he'll be perfect!" Elrohir could not argue with his brother's logic, so Glorfindel it was.

Eagerly, they ran softly down the halls to Glorfindel's room. From outside the door, they could hear Elrond's venerable seneschal snoring like an oliphaunt. Elladan snickered as he stood on a chair to place the bucket on top of the doorway and secured it with the rope. He wanted to test it, but didn't feel like getting drenched with freezing cold water.

" 'Ro. Do y'wanna knock on the door and wake him up, or wait 'til his nappy-wappy is over?"

"Let's knock." Elrohir knocked loudly on the door. When he heard Glorfindel walking to the door, the twins grabbed the chair and hid behind a nearby tapestry to watch the fun. Glorfindel opened the door a crack. Seeing nothing, he threw opened the door, stepped out, and swore loudly as the water drenched him from head to toe. His shock quickly wore off, however, when the bucket fell on his head as well, knocking him unconscious.

"Uh-oh." Elladan muttered. "We're dead." The twins took off down the hall, headed for their Naneth's room.

A guard, hearing the shouting, ran over to investigate. Seeing the unconscious blonde elf lying on the floor, he immediately tried to revive him by throwing more cold water on him. It didn't help. By this time, several servants gathered around the victim, trying to comfort him. Finally, Vennelin, the elleth healer, arrived, with Lord Elrond behind her. Vennelin propped Glorfindel's head up on her knees and applied ice to the swelling bump. Glorfindel opened one eye and swore again when he saw the group of people standing around him. Elrond frowned, displeasure radiating from his eyes at his seneschal's language. He pinched the bridge of his nose and stared down at the ground, hoping to Eru that his sons were not involved in this...

Several minutes later, Elrond walked to his sons' room. Opening the door, two shame-faced elflings faced him, guilt written on their faces.

"We're sorry, Ada! This won't happen again, we promise!" Elladan wailed. "We only wanted to have a little fun today." Lord Elrond sternly scolded his sons for their behavior, then ordered them to get ready for bed, without dinner.

"You must also apologize to Glorfindel for playing such a cruel trick on him. Don't let it happen again." Elrond kissed his sons' foreheads and left the room. Outside, he chuckled, remembering the tricks he used to play on other elves.

Elflings will be elfings, he thought with a smile as he walked down to the Hall of Fire for a quiet dinner with his wife.

Translation of Elvish words:

Ada: Father

Naneth: Mother

Elleth: Female elf