Elfling Mischief
Author: Elven Warrior Princess
A/N: This is my first attempt at any fanfiction. Ever since I started reading fanfictions, the plot bunnies
have not left me alone, this is just a fic to for you to tell me whether I should stop or not, because I
plots in mind that I would like to use. So please review me and tell me what you think
A/N2: This story is an attempt at having both Thranduil, Elrond and Elros as elflings. The story takes
place in Doriath before Oropher decided to move to Greenwood. Thranduil is about 9 in human
years, and the twins are approximately 13 years of age.
Summary: A small Elrond, Elros and Thranduil get into all sorts of scrapes, trouble and mischief. Find
out what havoc these three can cause in one day.
Dislaimer: I own them, I own them all, mahahahahah. Ahem, I was having an insane moment there, it
happens quite often. What I meant to say was that I do NOT own any recognisable characters
they all belong to Tolkien, 'tis a shame.
This story is rated G
Chapter 1: Honey and Mud fights
It was a beautiful summer day as the sun shone merrily through the wide expanse of large trees. The birds were singing their usual tunes as butterflies flittered amongst themselves or amongst the bright coloured flowers. Elves were walking about merrily, going about their daily business.
All was quiet until sudden shouts and sounds of laughter fill the area. Suddenly there was a whiz of two elflings flying past as the one was chasing the other.
" THRANDUIL, YOU ARE SO DEAD WHEN WE GET OUR HANDS ON YOU!" The two dark-haired, sticky looking elflings called after the swift blonde-headed elfling.
The two dark-haired elflings who were in actual fact identical twins, their father was the infamous Earandil and their mother, Elwing. They came to Doriath the day before, to see how things were going.
Thranduil, who was slightly younger than the twins, lived in Doriath with his father and mother, Oropher and Theliel, all three merited the blonde hair the Silvan elves.
The twins finally managed to catch up with the swift Thranduil who was still laughing breathlessly at the stunt he pulled earlier that moring.
Flashback
It was early morning, in fact so early that no elf was awake yet. Well, except for one small shadow that was wandering through the dark wide passageway. The walls were covered with a number of paintings from previous times, as a red carpet ran towards the stairs and down the steps at the end of the passage. Thranduil was walking cautiously along to avoid waking anybody up. In his hands he was carrying a jar of honey. He stopped at the unsuspecting victims' door, he opened the large wooden door ever so carefully and stepped inside.
Suddenly, one of the twins moaned and turned in his sleep, Thranduil stopped in his tracks, his bright blue eyes going wide, 'go back to sleep, go back to sleep' he mentally willed the twin, the last thing he needed was for his plan to backfire. Fortunately for Thranduil, the twin sighed and resumed his dreaming and Thranduil proceeded to tiptoe towards the twins with a wicked smile on his youthful face. He opened the jar and began pouring honey into their boots and into their hair, 'oh, the look on their faces when they find honey in their hair and boots will be the sight of the century'. Snickering, he made his way back to his own sleeping chambers, preparing himself for the yells that were soon going to wake the dead.
The breakfast table was which was adorned with freshly-baked bread, fruit, jam and honey…honey, Thranduil couldn't help but smile inwardly, those twins were in for a big surprise, king Thingol sat with his his wife, queen Melian on his right and his daughter, the fair Luthien in his left, next sat Oropher and across from his his wife, Theliel. Thranduil sat next to his father with his head bent trying not to start laughing, but that did not stop the smile tugging at his lips. There were two empty seats between Earandil and Thranduil and across from them sat Elwing who was next toTheliel. There was no great love between the Silvan elves and the Noldor, but both were making an attempt to build a wary friendship.
Oropher was about to question his son's strange behaviour when sudden shouts were heard in the large dining-hall. Everyone looked up, startled, then they all heard
"THRANDUIL!"
Oropher looked to his son, "Thranduil, what did you do now?" Thranduil looked up at his father with sparkling, innocent eyes and was about to answer when two dishevelled looking twins stalked into the room sending death glares to Thranduil. Everyone was having a hard time holding back laughter at the sight. The twin's dark, glossy hair was sticking up at every angle and the way they walked, as though they were walking on eggs.
"Sorry, father, but I cannot stay and chat, if you will excuse me." With that, Thranduil made a mad dash for the door leading outside, with the twins on his trail.
End of flashback
Elrond took a flying leap towards the younger elfling and managed to tackle him to the ground, Elros ran to join in the scuffling. Soon they were rolling around in the soft green grass, laughing all the way. Soon both the twins had Thranduil pinned underneath and they began the worst torture of all…tickling. Thranduil ended up laughing so hard, he couldn't breathe and tears of mirth made their way down his still slightly-rounded cheecks.
"I have an idea." Said Thranduil after he managed to calm his breathing, "Why don't we go for a swim in the river, that way you can get the honey out of your hair and shoes and cool off at the same time?"
"That sounds like a great idea." Said Elros.
The three walked at a more leisure pace, laughing and joking amongst themselves. They came to a river that was deep enough to swim in, the sunlight caused the steady-flowing river to sparkle as though there was gold buried underneath, the trees grew alongside the river to allow both sunshine and some shade in the water.
The three elflings took off their tunics and under shirts but left their pants on. All three took a dive into the refreshing water, and as soon as they surfaced the twins, by some hidden agreement, decided to sneak up on Thranduil, each twin swam silently beneath the water's surface, grabbing an ankle each. Before Thranduil knew what was happening, he found himself being pulled under water. He came up spluttering as the twins were bent over, laughing. Thranduil exacted his revenge by attempting to tackle the twins, it was easy, since both were wek from all the laughing and they were not expecting a retaliation, so they too ended up spluttering and chocking. Soon they began pulling each other under water.
The game eventually got tiring, so each waded towards the banks to rest for a while. They rememebered that it was almost lunchtime and that they should be heading back.
Theliel had one look at the reckless elflings, as they entered the palace, and just shook her head.
"I think its best that you three rather take some lunch with you, since there is no point in letting you get changed when you are just going to mess your clothes up again, and there is no way that I am letting you eat at the table looking like that." Theliel was very beautiful in more ways than one, her silver eyes always sparkled with merriment yet with a great amount of wisdom. Her cheecks were of a pale pink that matched her lovely lips. Her hair was the colour of spun-gold, which shone like the sun at certain angles. Her personality was opposite to that of Oropher's , who had a quick-temper and calculating eyes. Thranduil had inherited his mother's tenderness and both parent's stubbornness.
The three sped towards the kitchens and began filling up the picnic basket with the bread from that moring, some dried meat, fresh fruit and some apple juice. They began walking down the narrow, winding pathway that led them to the river.
They sat down to eat, and while they were eating, Thranduil was staring at the mud, an idea began forming.
Soon all three had finished their meal, Thranduil started moving towards the mud, the twins were curiously staring at him, wondering what he was doing. Thranduil secretly began making a mud ball. As soon as Elrond opened his mouth to inquire what Thranduil was doing, he ended up with a mouthful and face full of mud. Thranduil was giggling helplessly at the sight of Elrond, who was in vain spitting out the mud. Elros defended his brother by throwing a mud ball at Thranduil. The second time that day a fight had ensued, this time with mud.
The sun was setting, giving the sky bright pastel colours, giving everything an ethereal glow, and pinpoints of stars began appearing in the sky. And three elflings were found wandering towards the palace, this time all three of them were in a dishevelled state. It was suppertime, so each one went to take a bath in their private bedchambers.
Thranduil and the twins headed for the dining-room, all squeaky clean and just about ready for bed.
"So, how did your day go? What did you three do?" Asked Earandil.
Elrond, Elros and Thranduil began their long story of that day's events, everyone shook their heads, it was another typical day with those three. And those three were just about nodding off to bed, and the moment their heads hit the pillow, they were already fast asleep, wondering what pranks they could pull tomorrow.
Tbc
Well, folks, there's the my very first chapter. I guess we now know where Legolas and the twins get their mischief from. I thought of being original with this story. Please review and let me know if I should continue or just stop, your suggestions would be very much appreciated.
Till next time
Elven Warrior Princess
