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A/N: This is just some fun I came up with, because it is going to be Halloween soon, and I wanted to get into the spirit (I'm going as an Elf). I think it's cute, and I like it, but I never seem to make my Elves funny, so I hope I susceed with this one. This is my first Lord of the Rings fanfiction, so please go easy on me. Review if you have the time. Enjoy!
An Elven Halloween
Estel giggled as he ran down the hall wearing a sheet that was much too big for him. Lord Elrond poked his head out of his office. "Good morning Estel," he said.
"'Morning Ada," Estel replied happily. "I'm a ghost!"
"I see that," Elrond said in amusement. "Where are you off to?"
"I'm gonna find El'dan and scare him."
Elrond laughed. "Don't forget to eat breakfast."
"I won't, ada. Goodbye!" Estel turned, and went in search of his brother. "El'dan, El'dan!" He found his brother walking down the hall in the other direction, and hugged his leg. "El'dan! It's Hallaeeen." He drew out the 'ee's.
Elladan laughed, and picked up his brother. "Yes, it is Halloween, Estel. What are you doing?" he lifted the sheet so he could look his brother in the face.
"Boo!" Estel giggled. "I'm a ghost."
"Oh no!" Elladan pretended to be scared. "A ghost! Do you know the only way to get rid of ghosts?" Estel shook his head, looking a little worried. "We, TICKLE THEM!" He picked up the young boy, ran to Estel's room, tossed him on the bed, and started tickling him.
"No! Stop El'dan!" Estel howled with laughter. "Peease!"
"Elladan," came an amused voice from the door. "What are you doing?"
Elladan looked up, and stopped tickling Estel. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm exterminating a ghost."
"'Ro!" Estel gasped. "Help! El'dan is going to," he screwed up his face, trying to pronounce the new word, "Etermineating me."
Elrohir laughed, and walked into the room. "Exterminate, Estel."
"Esterminate."
"Close enough," Elrohir said, and ruffled the youngster's hair. He took the sheet that was draped across Estel's shoulder, and wrapped it around himself.
"Oh no! Now 'Ro's a ghost!" Estel said.
"Ai! By the Valar, you're right, Estel," Elladan said, grinning. "And what do we do to get rid of ghosts?"
"Tickle them!" Estel cried happily, grinning from ear to ear.
"Right!"
"You wouldn't dare-" Elrohir started, backing up towards the door.
"Dare what?" Elladan asked, grinning devilishly.
"Tickle him El'dan, tickle him!" Estel called from the bed.
"Thanks a lot Estel," Elrohir said.
"Welcome," Estel said cheerfully, not knowing his brother was being sarcastic.
"If you take one more step, I'll-"
Elladan pounced on his brother, and started tickling him.
"No! *laugh* Stop! Please! *laugh* Estel, help!"
"Don't worry 'Ro, I'll help!" Estel slid off the bed, and toddled over to where Elladan was tickling Elrohir on the carpet. He grabbed the back of Elladan's tunic, and pulled. "El'dan, stop it! 'Ro don't like it! Peeease, El'dan?"
Elladan stopped, and looked over at his youngest brother. "How could I resist that 'peeease'? Alright, I'll stop."
"Thank the Valar," Elrohir gasped. "One of you has sense."
"'Ro all right now?" Estel asked concernedly.
"Yes, I'm all right now," Elrohir said. "Thanks to you!"
"Welcome," Estel said happily.
"What were you doing, dressing up as a ghost?" Elladan asked.
"Ada said yesterday that today was Hallaeeen, and that men dress up, and celebrate!"
"That they do," Elrohir said. "I'd forgotten about that holiday."
"What say we have our own Halloween celebration?" Elladan suggested.
"Yeah!" Estel yelled enthusiastically. "But I don't wanna be a ghost anymore."
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Elrohir assured him. "Come, let us find some costumes."
"Okay," the young human replied happily, and took Elrohir's hand.
Later that night.
"What do you think?" Elladan asked his brother, straightening his wings.
Elrohir looked up from arranging his own costume, and burst out laughing.
"What? I don't want to scare Estel," Elladan replied defensively.
"I'm not so sure you won't," Elrohir said, grinning. "Where did you get that?" His brother was wearing a violet tunic, with silver leaves embroidered all over it, green leggings, and had blue, green and violet wings strapped to his back.
"Oh, I borrowed it from someone," Elladan replied evasively.
"And who would have a fairy costume lying about?" Elladan mumbled something. "What was that?"
"I said I borrowed it from Glorfindel," Elladan snapped. "He's going to kill me for telling you."
Elrohir sniggered, and finished fixing his costume.
"At least mine is original," Elladan said smugly.
"What's wrong with being a ghost?"
"Nothing. It's just boring."
"You didn't think that when Estel was dressing up as one."
"Estel is cuter then you are."
"Hey!"
"Are you boys ready?" Elrond asked, sticking his head into Elrohir's room. "Estel is waitin- Elladan, where ever did you get that?"
Elladan opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Elrohir said, "Glorfindel."
Elrond let out a snort of laughter, before managing to stifle his mirth. "Well, be sure to let me know when you return it; I would like to be there to witness it. As I was saying before, Estel it waiting for you in the lounging room." He left, closing the door softly.
"Shall we depart, my dear fairy of a brother?" Elrohir asked, smirking.
"After you, ghosty," Elladan replied sweetly.
***
Estel walked around the lounging room, trying to handle his costume. He was dressed as Gandalf the Gray; it had been his ada's idea. His hat slid over his face, and he pushed it back up again, only to have it fall back down. With a sigh, he left it there, and sat on the ground. The door opened, and Elladan and Elrohir walked in, though he couldn't see them.
"Estel? What are you doing under there?" Elrohir asked, lifting the hat.
Estel yelped, and jumped up. "Why is El'dan wearing that?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Elladan is a fairy. He's getting ready to go to the fairy ball," Elrohir responded quite seriously.
"I thought he was an Elf," Estel said, confused.
"One night a year, he becomes a fairy."
"Oh. Okay." Estel seemed content with the reply, though he looked at Elladan oddly.
Elladan glared at his twin, who grinned back cheekily.
"Look! I'm Gandalf!" Estel giggled, waving his stick around. "El'dan, you must stand on you head," he said in a deep voice that sounded ridiculous coming from a four-year-old.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Estel," Elrohir whispered loudly. "He just ate dinner."
"Oh. Never mind El'dan. When are you going to the fairy ball, El'dan?" Estel's innocent wide eyes looked up at his brother.
"As soon as Elrohir gets into HIS fairy costume."
"You're both Fairies?" Poor Estel looked thoroughly confused now.
"Never mind," Elrohir said, laughing. They played for a long time, until Glorfindel came.
"Hello, I'm here to receive Estel," Glorfindel said, coming into the room. He stopped short when he saw Elladan in his fairy costume, Elrohir in his ghost costume, and Estel in his Gandalf costume. "I won't ask."
"We're having a Hallaweeen party, 'Findel, and El'dan and 'Ro are part fairy, and-"
"Shh. I have come to bring you to your room; it is far past your bed time," Glorfindel said. "Say goodnight to your brothers."
"'Night El'dan, 'night 'Ro," Estel said, and hugged and kissed them goodnight.
"It is a good thing your father sent me to get you," Glorfindel said, picking Estel up. "I think you are too tired, because you are not making much sense. And Elladan and Elrohir are not fairies," he said reassuringly, walking down the hall.
"But they are," Estel insisted, his voice growing softer. "They told me themselves. And I'm not tired."
The End
A/N: This is just some fun I came up with, because it is going to be Halloween soon, and I wanted to get into the spirit (I'm going as an Elf). I think it's cute, and I like it, but I never seem to make my Elves funny, so I hope I susceed with this one. This is my first Lord of the Rings fanfiction, so please go easy on me. Review if you have the time. Enjoy!
An Elven Halloween
Estel giggled as he ran down the hall wearing a sheet that was much too big for him. Lord Elrond poked his head out of his office. "Good morning Estel," he said.
"'Morning Ada," Estel replied happily. "I'm a ghost!"
"I see that," Elrond said in amusement. "Where are you off to?"
"I'm gonna find El'dan and scare him."
Elrond laughed. "Don't forget to eat breakfast."
"I won't, ada. Goodbye!" Estel turned, and went in search of his brother. "El'dan, El'dan!" He found his brother walking down the hall in the other direction, and hugged his leg. "El'dan! It's Hallaeeen." He drew out the 'ee's.
Elladan laughed, and picked up his brother. "Yes, it is Halloween, Estel. What are you doing?" he lifted the sheet so he could look his brother in the face.
"Boo!" Estel giggled. "I'm a ghost."
"Oh no!" Elladan pretended to be scared. "A ghost! Do you know the only way to get rid of ghosts?" Estel shook his head, looking a little worried. "We, TICKLE THEM!" He picked up the young boy, ran to Estel's room, tossed him on the bed, and started tickling him.
"No! Stop El'dan!" Estel howled with laughter. "Peease!"
"Elladan," came an amused voice from the door. "What are you doing?"
Elladan looked up, and stopped tickling Estel. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm exterminating a ghost."
"'Ro!" Estel gasped. "Help! El'dan is going to," he screwed up his face, trying to pronounce the new word, "Etermineating me."
Elrohir laughed, and walked into the room. "Exterminate, Estel."
"Esterminate."
"Close enough," Elrohir said, and ruffled the youngster's hair. He took the sheet that was draped across Estel's shoulder, and wrapped it around himself.
"Oh no! Now 'Ro's a ghost!" Estel said.
"Ai! By the Valar, you're right, Estel," Elladan said, grinning. "And what do we do to get rid of ghosts?"
"Tickle them!" Estel cried happily, grinning from ear to ear.
"Right!"
"You wouldn't dare-" Elrohir started, backing up towards the door.
"Dare what?" Elladan asked, grinning devilishly.
"Tickle him El'dan, tickle him!" Estel called from the bed.
"Thanks a lot Estel," Elrohir said.
"Welcome," Estel said cheerfully, not knowing his brother was being sarcastic.
"If you take one more step, I'll-"
Elladan pounced on his brother, and started tickling him.
"No! *laugh* Stop! Please! *laugh* Estel, help!"
"Don't worry 'Ro, I'll help!" Estel slid off the bed, and toddled over to where Elladan was tickling Elrohir on the carpet. He grabbed the back of Elladan's tunic, and pulled. "El'dan, stop it! 'Ro don't like it! Peeease, El'dan?"
Elladan stopped, and looked over at his youngest brother. "How could I resist that 'peeease'? Alright, I'll stop."
"Thank the Valar," Elrohir gasped. "One of you has sense."
"'Ro all right now?" Estel asked concernedly.
"Yes, I'm all right now," Elrohir said. "Thanks to you!"
"Welcome," Estel said happily.
"What were you doing, dressing up as a ghost?" Elladan asked.
"Ada said yesterday that today was Hallaeeen, and that men dress up, and celebrate!"
"That they do," Elrohir said. "I'd forgotten about that holiday."
"What say we have our own Halloween celebration?" Elladan suggested.
"Yeah!" Estel yelled enthusiastically. "But I don't wanna be a ghost anymore."
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Elrohir assured him. "Come, let us find some costumes."
"Okay," the young human replied happily, and took Elrohir's hand.
Later that night.
"What do you think?" Elladan asked his brother, straightening his wings.
Elrohir looked up from arranging his own costume, and burst out laughing.
"What? I don't want to scare Estel," Elladan replied defensively.
"I'm not so sure you won't," Elrohir said, grinning. "Where did you get that?" His brother was wearing a violet tunic, with silver leaves embroidered all over it, green leggings, and had blue, green and violet wings strapped to his back.
"Oh, I borrowed it from someone," Elladan replied evasively.
"And who would have a fairy costume lying about?" Elladan mumbled something. "What was that?"
"I said I borrowed it from Glorfindel," Elladan snapped. "He's going to kill me for telling you."
Elrohir sniggered, and finished fixing his costume.
"At least mine is original," Elladan said smugly.
"What's wrong with being a ghost?"
"Nothing. It's just boring."
"You didn't think that when Estel was dressing up as one."
"Estel is cuter then you are."
"Hey!"
"Are you boys ready?" Elrond asked, sticking his head into Elrohir's room. "Estel is waitin- Elladan, where ever did you get that?"
Elladan opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Elrohir said, "Glorfindel."
Elrond let out a snort of laughter, before managing to stifle his mirth. "Well, be sure to let me know when you return it; I would like to be there to witness it. As I was saying before, Estel it waiting for you in the lounging room." He left, closing the door softly.
"Shall we depart, my dear fairy of a brother?" Elrohir asked, smirking.
"After you, ghosty," Elladan replied sweetly.
***
Estel walked around the lounging room, trying to handle his costume. He was dressed as Gandalf the Gray; it had been his ada's idea. His hat slid over his face, and he pushed it back up again, only to have it fall back down. With a sigh, he left it there, and sat on the ground. The door opened, and Elladan and Elrohir walked in, though he couldn't see them.
"Estel? What are you doing under there?" Elrohir asked, lifting the hat.
Estel yelped, and jumped up. "Why is El'dan wearing that?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Elladan is a fairy. He's getting ready to go to the fairy ball," Elrohir responded quite seriously.
"I thought he was an Elf," Estel said, confused.
"One night a year, he becomes a fairy."
"Oh. Okay." Estel seemed content with the reply, though he looked at Elladan oddly.
Elladan glared at his twin, who grinned back cheekily.
"Look! I'm Gandalf!" Estel giggled, waving his stick around. "El'dan, you must stand on you head," he said in a deep voice that sounded ridiculous coming from a four-year-old.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Estel," Elrohir whispered loudly. "He just ate dinner."
"Oh. Never mind El'dan. When are you going to the fairy ball, El'dan?" Estel's innocent wide eyes looked up at his brother.
"As soon as Elrohir gets into HIS fairy costume."
"You're both Fairies?" Poor Estel looked thoroughly confused now.
"Never mind," Elrohir said, laughing. They played for a long time, until Glorfindel came.
"Hello, I'm here to receive Estel," Glorfindel said, coming into the room. He stopped short when he saw Elladan in his fairy costume, Elrohir in his ghost costume, and Estel in his Gandalf costume. "I won't ask."
"We're having a Hallaweeen party, 'Findel, and El'dan and 'Ro are part fairy, and-"
"Shh. I have come to bring you to your room; it is far past your bed time," Glorfindel said. "Say goodnight to your brothers."
"'Night El'dan, 'night 'Ro," Estel said, and hugged and kissed them goodnight.
"It is a good thing your father sent me to get you," Glorfindel said, picking Estel up. "I think you are too tired, because you are not making much sense. And Elladan and Elrohir are not fairies," he said reassuringly, walking down the hall.
"But they are," Estel insisted, his voice growing softer. "They told me themselves. And I'm not tired."
The End