Elrohir, Elladan, Rumil, and Orophin were doing what they usually did, causing trouble. Rumil and Orophin had come with their brother Haldir, the March Warden of Lothlórien, to protect Galadriel, the Lady Of Light, and her husband, Lord Celeborn, on their trip to Rivendell. Now that the long journey was over, the two brothers had been released, much to the joy of the Rivendell twins. They were all pranksters, and they welcomed the chance to prank together. Haldir, the eldest of the three Lórien elves, was a strong, composed, slightly arrogant individual and he did not take part in their many tricks.

Today, they had been considering changing around some of the books in Elrond's library. The librarian was an old, very formal elf named Erestor, and his reaction would be most amusing. Their scheming was interrupted when the smell of baking bread wafted into Elladan's room. Without a second's consideration, the four got and followed their noses to the Kitchens.

The argued for a few moments whether they should ask for some bread or whether they should just grab it. The argument ended with no real decision made as they snuck, one by one, through the Kitchen doors. The table was bare, but a few moments later a small she-elf set one, then two loafs onto the table to cool.

The twins recognized her immediately. She was the young spitfire that had recently been hired as Erestor's helper. She didn't seem very bookish, with her flowing jet hair, sharp eyes, and athletic build, but they had soon learned that she was brilliant. Not only could she speak more languages then most and memorize letters after reading it only a few times, she also had a knack for seeing their various traps and tricks, before walking into them. She had only been caught once, and that time she had told them off in Elvish and the common language, before going off into a lengthy spew of curses. Somehow she had managed to remain lady like, or as lady like as one could be when one was hanging upside down by one ankle in the rain. The boys had learned to respect her and keep their distance.

Unfortunately, the bread smelled too good and, Rumil grabbing one loaf, and Elrohir grabbing the other, they tore out of the room. The Lórien elves thought to stop in the next hall over, but Elladan and Elrohir kept them running until they reached Elrond's main living area. They burst into the room, all four grinning triumphantly. The occupants of the room looked up. Elrond and Celeborn were in the middle of a chess game, Arwen, Celebrian (Elrond's wife), and Galadriel were talking and sewing by the window. Haldir leaned against a table in the middle of the room, his arms crossed.

The four thieves divided the first loaf before flopping down, two on each of Haldir's sides, and placing the second loaf on the table. Haldir picked it up. "Whatever trouble you four have gotten into, I want none of it. I will not become involved." He informed them, still holding the bread.

Elladan grinned at him and spoke through a mouthful "Worry not, March Warden. She does not know it was us." Haldir was just opening his mouth to ask who She was, when She slammed open the door.

"Who took my bread?" The offended bookkeeper snarled, before her eyes landed on the four of them. "You four," She growled, "I might have known. Go to the Kitchen, now. I'll have you washing dishes until you can't feel your hands." Meekly the trouble makers obeyed. She shooed them out before turning on her heel to glare at Haldir, saying in a disapproving voice "March Warden, I'd have though better of you." Haldir blinked at her before realizing he was still holding the second loaf.

He fixed the wrathful she-elf with a steady, and hopefully calming gaze. "Madam, I had no part in this trickery." He said evenly. She just rolled her eyes. "I had nothing to do with this!" Haldir continued, seeing her sharp glare as a challenge.

She crossed her arms. "Yeah, right, sure, fine. Go to the Kitchen!" She ordered. Haldir bristled, he was not used to being spoken to that way. A silvery laugh sounded from behind him. He turned just in time to hear Galadriel speak.

"She has caught you, Haldir." He gaped openly at his Lady. Then Lord Celeborn spoke up.

"She does have a point, Haldir. Take your punishment with your head held high." His eyes were sparkling with an amused sparkle. Elrond smiled, and gestured to the door and the furious elleth. Having received indirect orders from both his lord and lady, Haldir had little choice but to stalk out of the door. The she-elf lead the way back to the Kitchen with a quick pace. Haldir paid little attention to the walk as he was still fuming over 1) being roped into this and 2) being spoken to so sharply by this unknown elleth. No one spoke to him in such tones as she had. He was too well known for his fighting skills. His wardens didn't dare, and the elleths he flirted with were too enamored with him. This interesting new she-elf might serve as an interesting challenge.

He looked over at her. She was very pretty, with black hair and sharp green eyes that suggested she rarely missed anything. A small smirk came to his mouth. He would get his revenge. His brothers and the twins would regret getting him involved, but now he had a new elleth to watch. This one didn't appear to be as easy as the many maidens who threw themselves at him. His smirk widened maybe his stay in Rivendell would be more interesting then he had originally thought.


And that is where it ends. A little bit of Haldir's arrogance comming in at th end. I may make this into a longer OC roamnce if I get enough positive reviews/resonses. Good bye until then.