Athor's note: I got the idea for this story while looking at my old children's books the other day.
And the usual: I don't own them. As much as I'd love to. They all belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, the genius.
So, enjoy.
Chapter 1: Trees and feathers
CRASH! A door was thrown open and slammed into the wall inside the room.
An elfling came flying out of the room, golden hair whipping out behind him. A few seconds later two dark haired elflings came running in pursuit.
Legolas, the prince of Mirkwood was visiting Elladan and Elrohir , the twin sons of Lord Elrond, in Imladris.
Currently the three children were playing tag and it was the twin's turn to catch Legolas, who was of course trying to make it as difficult as possible for them to catch him.
He had now nearly reached the ground floor and was heading for the back door which lead to the gardens. He ran faster, noticing that Elladan and Elrohir were getting closer and soon burst through the door outside.
Legolas paused a few seconds to consider where to run next and decided to take refuge in the nearest tree for the time being. He had hardly reached the thick branches of the tree which where covered entirely by leaves, when Elladan and Elrohir came running into the garden.
They stopped and looked for a sign of Legolas. they didn't find any.
"Where has he disappeared to?" Elrohir asked, out of breath.
"No idea. Let's go looking for him. He must be hiding somewhere." answered Elladan.
They walked further into the garden and right past the tree Legolas was hiding in.
The twins soon were out of sight leaving Legolas thoroughly pleased with the choice of his hiding place.
After a while he got bored and decided to climb down the tree again. His feet had barely touched the ground when Elladan and Elrohir came back and spotted him. At once Legolas took off at full speed again and the twins after him.
They dashed back into the house, all of them squealing with laughter. Through the kitchen, where they nearly made a cook drop a bowl of salad, through the dining hall and back up the stairs to the first floor.
Legolas had lost track of where he wanted to run and then decided to just simply proceed running to the next floor. He reached the second floor and still the twins were behind him. So on to the third floor he sprinted.
Now he was exactly where Elladan and Elrohir wanted him to be. Their room was on this floor. The very last room of the corridor. And Legolas made straight for it.
He ran into the twin's room before he even knew where he was going. He realised when he was inside.
The very second Legolas considered running out again, Elladan and Elrohir burst in.
"Trapped!" Elrohir said while Elladan went to Legolas and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Got you, tithen-pen. You're on."
"Don't call me that." Legolas protested. "I'm only 80 years younger than you."
"Still tithen-pen." Elladan said, avoiding a cushion that was thrown at him by Legolas.
Elladan grabbed the cushion and threw it back at Legolas who quickly dodged it. The cushion instead hit Elrohir right in the face.
"Sorry, gwador-nin" Elladan apologised.
Elrohir picked up the pillow and gave his brother a mock glare before throwing it back at him.
The pillow fight was on.
Legolas dodged a pillow that was aimed at him by Elrohir and got hit by another from Elladan. He grabbed both of them and was pleased to see that the twins were busy pillow-fighting each other at the moment.
He threw both cushions at the same time and each of them hit met one of the twins. They looked both stunned making Legolas laugh at them. The twins stopped fighting about the cushion they both had a firm grip on and grinned. Legolas didn't like it. They now had three cushions lying at their feet and one in their hands, leaving Legolas without.
He managed to dodge the first two throws but the third pillow got him. Legolas jumped on the bed, seeking refuge and nearly bounced of the springy mattress. In a second the last cushion flew towards him, but this time he caught it. He now had that one and all the cushions that still remained on the bed. Now the twins were unarmed.
Legolas grabbed two cushions and prepared to throw them, but before he even had a chance to aim Elladan and Elrohir both jumped onto the bed making all three of them nearly bounce off.
All three elflings suddenly dived for the cushions trying to gather as many as they could. They were wrestling over the last cushion, none of them wanting to back down. But the pillow fight was soon forgotten and they found themselves pinning each other down on the bed, tickling each other mercilessly. After some time the cushions were all over the room, Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir all lay sprawled on the big bed giggling and feathers from the pillows were flying about the room.
"Elladan, you look as if you'd been sleeping in a hen house." Legolas giggled.
"Do you think you look any different?"
"No." Legolas replied sheepishly.
"I guess we all look quite the mess." Elrohir concluded. "And look at the room."
Elvish translations:
little one
(my) brother
Author's note: I hope you enjoyed it. The elvish translations and the elvish itself might be incorrect sometimes, because I don't really know much about it. I get my translations from "The Council of Elrond" (great site, If I may say so.)
Now, to all you great people who have been reading and reviewing my other story: Don't worry, I haven't abandoned it. It's just that I'm terribly stuck with chapter five at the moment and this fic here just screamed for being written. I suddenly had so many ideas for this story that I have to get them out of my head first.
So please bare with me and send reviews. makes big puppy eyes
And the usual: I don't own them. As much as I'd love to. They all belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, the genius.
So, enjoy.
Chapter 1: Trees and feathers
CRASH! A door was thrown open and slammed into the wall inside the room.
An elfling came flying out of the room, golden hair whipping out behind him. A few seconds later two dark haired elflings came running in pursuit.
Legolas, the prince of Mirkwood was visiting Elladan and Elrohir , the twin sons of Lord Elrond, in Imladris.
Currently the three children were playing tag and it was the twin's turn to catch Legolas, who was of course trying to make it as difficult as possible for them to catch him.
He had now nearly reached the ground floor and was heading for the back door which lead to the gardens. He ran faster, noticing that Elladan and Elrohir were getting closer and soon burst through the door outside.
Legolas paused a few seconds to consider where to run next and decided to take refuge in the nearest tree for the time being. He had hardly reached the thick branches of the tree which where covered entirely by leaves, when Elladan and Elrohir came running into the garden.
They stopped and looked for a sign of Legolas. they didn't find any.
"Where has he disappeared to?" Elrohir asked, out of breath.
"No idea. Let's go looking for him. He must be hiding somewhere." answered Elladan.
They walked further into the garden and right past the tree Legolas was hiding in.
The twins soon were out of sight leaving Legolas thoroughly pleased with the choice of his hiding place.
After a while he got bored and decided to climb down the tree again. His feet had barely touched the ground when Elladan and Elrohir came back and spotted him. At once Legolas took off at full speed again and the twins after him.
They dashed back into the house, all of them squealing with laughter. Through the kitchen, where they nearly made a cook drop a bowl of salad, through the dining hall and back up the stairs to the first floor.
Legolas had lost track of where he wanted to run and then decided to just simply proceed running to the next floor. He reached the second floor and still the twins were behind him. So on to the third floor he sprinted.
Now he was exactly where Elladan and Elrohir wanted him to be. Their room was on this floor. The very last room of the corridor. And Legolas made straight for it.
He ran into the twin's room before he even knew where he was going. He realised when he was inside.
The very second Legolas considered running out again, Elladan and Elrohir burst in.
"Trapped!" Elrohir said while Elladan went to Legolas and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Got you, tithen-pen. You're on."
"Don't call me that." Legolas protested. "I'm only 80 years younger than you."
"Still tithen-pen." Elladan said, avoiding a cushion that was thrown at him by Legolas.
Elladan grabbed the cushion and threw it back at Legolas who quickly dodged it. The cushion instead hit Elrohir right in the face.
"Sorry, gwador-nin" Elladan apologised.
Elrohir picked up the pillow and gave his brother a mock glare before throwing it back at him.
The pillow fight was on.
Legolas dodged a pillow that was aimed at him by Elrohir and got hit by another from Elladan. He grabbed both of them and was pleased to see that the twins were busy pillow-fighting each other at the moment.
He threw both cushions at the same time and each of them hit met one of the twins. They looked both stunned making Legolas laugh at them. The twins stopped fighting about the cushion they both had a firm grip on and grinned. Legolas didn't like it. They now had three cushions lying at their feet and one in their hands, leaving Legolas without.
He managed to dodge the first two throws but the third pillow got him. Legolas jumped on the bed, seeking refuge and nearly bounced of the springy mattress. In a second the last cushion flew towards him, but this time he caught it. He now had that one and all the cushions that still remained on the bed. Now the twins were unarmed.
Legolas grabbed two cushions and prepared to throw them, but before he even had a chance to aim Elladan and Elrohir both jumped onto the bed making all three of them nearly bounce off.
All three elflings suddenly dived for the cushions trying to gather as many as they could. They were wrestling over the last cushion, none of them wanting to back down. But the pillow fight was soon forgotten and they found themselves pinning each other down on the bed, tickling each other mercilessly. After some time the cushions were all over the room, Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir all lay sprawled on the big bed giggling and feathers from the pillows were flying about the room.
"Elladan, you look as if you'd been sleeping in a hen house." Legolas giggled.
"Do you think you look any different?"
"No." Legolas replied sheepishly.
"I guess we all look quite the mess." Elrohir concluded. "And look at the room."
Elvish translations:
little one
(my) brother
Author's note: I hope you enjoyed it. The elvish translations and the elvish itself might be incorrect sometimes, because I don't really know much about it. I get my translations from "The Council of Elrond" (great site, If I may say so.)
Now, to all you great people who have been reading and reviewing my other story: Don't worry, I haven't abandoned it. It's just that I'm terribly stuck with chapter five at the moment and this fic here just screamed for being written. I suddenly had so many ideas for this story that I have to get them out of my head first.
So please bare with me and send reviews. makes big puppy eyes
