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Vengeance
Revenge. It was the single thought in the minds of both Elladan and Elrohir as they strode angrily through the corridors of Imladris. Their unusually foul moods could be said to be a direct result of the fact that both elves were dripping with mud.
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From his hiding place deep in the bushes outside Estel giggled helplessly, rolling on the ground with mirth. The six year old knew perfectly well that there were very few things Elladan and Elrohir loathed more than mud. He was obviously delighted with how well his trick had played out.
He had lured them into a patch of woodland by telling the twin sons of Elrond that he thought he'd found a rare healing herb for their father. Curious, they had followed him and at just the right moment he sprinted ahead, disappearing around a sharp bend in the track.
The two elves ran after him, not knowing that what Estel had actually found was a large, wide hole brimming with sloppy, stinking mud. The young human's unfortunate victims had run right into it, even their Elven reflexes were unable to save them from a thorough slime bath.
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Lord Elrond was pouring over texts in Rivendell's extensive library when his twin sons stormed in.
'That human is outrageous!' fumed Elrohir, breathing hard through his elegant nose in a vain attempt to contain his temper.
'Outrageous!' agreed Elladan, scarlet with anger beneath a thick coating of reeking mud.
Elrond closed his book "A Study Of Healing In The Second Age" and tried not to smile.
'And which human,' he said with only a hint of his amusement showing through, 'would you be referring to?'
'Estel!' They yelled, almost in unison. 'Just look what he's done to our new robes!'
Taking a closer look at the pair, Estel's guardian could no longer contain his broad grin.
'Well, he is a child after all.' Elrond laughed. 'What do you expect me to do about it?'
Elrohir was clearly disgusted by his father's light-hearted view of their situation.
'We expect you to punish him!' retorted Elladan.
'Or,' his brother continued ominously, 'we will have vengeance on Estel in our own way.'
Elrond thought for a minute. It was probably kinder to Estel for him to talk to the boy, but it would be funnier to see what the twins, legendary for their childhood pranks, would do for revenge.
For the first time in nearly a decade the Elf-Lord's secret, slightly warped sense of humour overruled his judgement.
'Deal with this incident yourselves, you are certainly old enough!' Elrond pronounced. 'Don't be too vicious, remember his age.'
Elladan and Elrohir nodded, an identical gleam of evil in their ancient eyes.
'Now for goodness sake go and have a bath! You stink to the Grey Havens and back!'
The Elven twins turned away from Elrond's smirk and left to find clean clothes and plot vengeance.
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