A/N: Okay, this is my first fanfic, ever. It's going to be ooc and such so please dont kill me, and before I forget to say this. . . Sadly, I do not own any of the characters in this fic, they belong to thw wonderful Mr. Tolkien, now get on with the story. . .
"You know, dear brother, this could wind up badly, and are you sure you really want to do this to poor Estel?" Elrohir asked his older brother, who was currently searching through the wine cellar.
"Of course Elrohir, he is due for payback. Do you really want to let him get away so easily? We were washing honey out of our hair for days," Elladan replied, shuddering slightly at the memory of the prank his brother pulled on them. He still couldn't believe Estel had managed to prank them. Elladan still didn't know how he had managed to get the buckets of honey into the tree in the first place, let alone keep them there almost all day.
"No, I guess not."
"Good. Now help me look. Ada said that they recently received a large amount of dorwinion, I just don't know where he had it placed. It is not where he normally has it kept." Elladan frowned, rummaging through bottles and checking barrels, trying his best to locate the precious dorwinion.
"Maybe that is because last time Ada got it sent here, almost all of it mysteriously vanished, never to be seen again," Elrohir mentioned, accusingly, while joining his brother in the search.
"He never did find out who exactly took it, only the poor soul who wound up with all of it." Elladan grinned mischievously. "Now, if only we could- ah, here it is," he said, pulling three bottles from their hiding spot behind a cheap brew, most likely from the Shire. "Come grab another 2 bottles 'Ro, just in case we need them. Sighing, Elrohir hastily grabbed the bottles and followed his brother out of the cellar.
"If Ada finds out we took this. . ."
"He is not going to find out, not unless someone tells him," the older twin accused. Elrohir sighed, again. "Now hurry up, unless you want to be caught." Elrohir sped up his pace a little, so he was now walking next to his brother. They hurried down the hall to their room. Elrohir freed his hand to open the door, and they both dashed in, Elladan kicking the door shut behind him. Stashing their spoils beneath their beds, Elrohir turned to his smirking brother.
"What now?"
"Now, I shall go get Estel, and you will go get our guest from Mirkwood," Elladan explained.
"Alright, but don't you two even think about drinking until I get back. I want to see our young brother suffer too."
"Well, that all depends on how long it takes for you to return." Elrohir just glared at his older twin.
"Just go get Estel, gwador." Elrohir began to walk away, heading towards the guest rooms, and Elladan shook his head, heading towards his brother's room. Each twin went off in a different direction down the long hallway. Elladan didn't have far to walk though, being that there wasn't much distance between the brother's rooms, and he was in front of Estel's door rather quickly. He raised his fist and pounded on the wooden door, hearing his brother's footsteps and mutterings as he came to open the door. Aragorn opened it slowly, and the dunedain peered at his brother.
"What do you want 'Dan?" he grumbled.
"Oh, nothing much, it is just that 'Ro and I managed to get some . . . ale, and we wanted you to join us tonight while we drink." Estel's eyes narrowed at his eldest brother.
"Last time, you had me over for a drinking contest. The next day, Ada managed to find me, passed out, face down in the gardens." Elladan chuckled at the memory, but held his hands up in a peaceful gesture.
"I assure you, Estel, it will not be like last time. 'Ro and I will not let you out of our sight," Elladan said reassuringly.
"If you say so." Aragorn still didn't sound sure about joining his brothers, but he followed Elladan anyways.
A good distance down the long corridor, Elrohir was just reaching the Prince of Mirkwood's door. He knocked gently, but only heard to sound of water from inside the room. Hesitantly, he opened the unlocked door. The door to the bathroom was shut, and there was no sign of the blonde elf. Elrohir hastily went over to the desk and grabbed some ink, a quill, and a piece of parchment. He left a note on the bed telling the prince to meet the twins in their room for a little bit of drinking. Elrohir knew the younger elf would show up once he found the note, being that he couldn't resist dorwinion. Satisfied, the Noldo elf left the room and headed back to his room where Elladan and Estel were surely waiting.
Back in there room, Elladan was getting the bottles from their new hiding spots. He handed one to Estel, and placed the rest on the desk. Sliding himself onto the desktop, Elladan watched as his brother cautiously opened the bottle and sniffed. Estel noticed that his brother wasn't holding a bottle and he immediately grew suspicious. "Why aren't you drinking?"
"I am merely waiting for Elrohir to return before I have my own bottle," the dark haired elf replied, smiling.
"Then I'll wait for him too." The young man turned and walked over to the closest bed, which was Elrohir's, and flopped down onto it. He was careful to not spill a single drop onto the blankets beneath him, being that his brother would have his head if he did. After a few minutes of a seemingly awkward silence, their brother entered the room, and Elladan shot him a questioning glance.
"Legolas should be here shortly," Elrohir told his twin. "And, I see you actually waited for me this time."
"Of course," his brother replied, tossing a bottle at him. Elrohir caught it easily, and opened it, glancing quickly at both his brothers.
"How about a challenge?" he asked, and Elladan grinned while Estel groaned.
"We all know who will win," Estel protested. "'Dan always wins these things." Elladan turned to his human brother as Elrohir made his way to Elladan's bed, since his was already occupied.
"Aw, is little Estel afraid of losing a drinking contest to his big brother?" Elladan teased. Knowing he'd never hear the end of it if he backed out now, Estel sullenly accepted his brother's challenge.
"Great," Elrohir said, cheerily, and Elladan grabbed the closest bottle, opening it. Everyone raised their bottle, ready for the start. "Everyone ready? On the count of three we go. One, two, three. . ." All three brothers raised their bottle to their lips. Estel began taking massive gulps, trying not to choke. His brothers on the other hand were taking mere sips. They didn't want to waste the fine wine on a contest against their human brother. Instead they would save it to challenge a more worthy opponent, say a certain Mirkwood elf.
Estel, of course, was the first to finish, and he let the bottle drop from his grasp, hitting the floor with a thump. It rolled away from his feet as he wiped away the small bit that had trailed down his chin. "I win. I finally won. In your faces," Estel gloated, triumphantly. He then began to laugh, slightly crazed. The twins discreetly shared a mischievous glance. Setting down his almost untouched bottle, Elladan turned to the young man.
"It seems as though you have. Congratulations Estel," he said grinning. It didn't take long for the potent dorwinion to take effect of the man, and soon he was staggering about the room, looking frantically for what he thought was his lost sword.
"I-I know it's here somewhere." He hiccupped. Estel slowly made his way to check under the bed Elrohir was still sitting on. He bent over to peer beneath it, but quickly lost his balance, toppling head first towards the ground. The side of his head hit first, with a thump, and the rest of his body followed suit. The twins, who had been managing to contain their laughter so far, broke out into a fit of hysterical laughter. Just then somebody knocked on the door. Elrohir managed to regain his composure, and motioned for Elladan to pick Estel up off the floor. As Elladan, still chuckling, slid from his perch on the desk, Elrohir went to greet their guest.
Standing at their door was the blonde haired prince. "Legolas," Elrohir greeted, blocking the younger elf's view into the room, "how nice of you to join us." He grabbed Legolas' wrist and pulled him into the room. Inside, Elladan was holding his brother against the bed by his shoulders, and Estel began to yell in protest. Keeping one hand on his shoulder, Elladan used his other to cover the man's mouth, muffling his protests.
"Help would be- ouch!" Elladan ripped his hand away from his brother's mouth. "He bit me," he stated when he noticed the other two's questioning glances. Turning back to the drunken Estel, Elladan put his throbbing hand back on his shoulder, not wanting to get bitten again. "I am going to let you up. Do you promise to not hit me again?" The man being restrained nodded frantically, and Elladan released him, dancing backwards, narrowly avoiding being hit. Again. Shaking his head, the elf joined the other two who were trying to contain their laughter. Elladan just glared at them, and both looked away quickly. Rubbing the red mark that was becoming more noticeable, Elladan went over and grabbed his abandoned dorwinion. He took a large swig and handed to bottle to his brother who did the same, then handed it off to Legolas.
Estel was now getting off the bed and trying to stand without falling over. He noticed that Legolas was holding a bottle of the wine, and Estel was going to try to take it. Stumbling, he slowly made his way over to Legolas. Placing a hand on the fair haired elf's shoulder to stable himself, he made a grab for the bottle, but Legolas quickly moved it out of his reach. Not fazed at all, Estel made another grab for the bottle, almost falling in the process. Legolas, annoyed, pushed the man off himself, and Estel fell backwards, sprawling across the floor.
Feeling a little bit of pity towards the young man, Legolas offered a hand down to the man to help him up, but Estel wouldn't have it. Grasping the elf's wrist, Estel pulled Legolas down to the floor, and the prince lost his hold on the wine. Forgetting the now spilled wine, Estel went to slap Legolas, but the elf was too quick. He grabbed the younger's wrist and twisted it sideways, earning a yell from the man. It soon turned into a full out brawl, and the twins were watching, doubled over in hysterics. Everyone was engrossed in the fight, they didn't notice the door open and a very disgruntled advisor walk in.
The dark haired elder cleared his throat and everyone, save Estel, went silent. The man kept grabbing for Legolas' hair, but the elf easily kept him out of reach. "E-Erestor, this is not what you think," Elladan stuttered.
"Really Elladan, because it looks like you got into your father's wine cellar again, and you managed to get Estel to drink a whole bottle, again," their father's angry advisor stated.
"Wow, Erestor, really good guess," Elrohir said in amazement.
"It was not a guess. Now, everyone go to Elrond's office." Grumbling, all 3 of the elves went off to their father's office, surely to be punished, while dragging a drunken, screaming, dunedain behind them. Maybe this will be like last time, Elladan thought as he drug his brother off to their father.
End note... mwaahaha.. this was fun to write xP now remember kiddies, reviews are very nice and make me feel all happy inside, also you shall get a cookie if you review... possibly xD