Chapter 1

Erestor scurried down the hall, muttering to himself, as he tried to organize the papers he carried. He came to abrupt stop, almost tripping over two little elflings. Both of them looked up at him, their eyes full of innocence. Which was most likely not a good thing.

"'Restor," the first one, Elladan, said.

"Yes?" he asked, a little annoyed at the nickname.

"It's Erestor!" His twin Elrohir exclaimed.

"Yes, yes," Erestor said. "Now, I must be going. What is it you need?"

The twins looked at each other and grinned, then scampered off. Erestor shot them a suspicious look, then continued on; he had much work to do and no time to think about that. Balancing his paper work in one hand, he used his other to shove open his door.

And was immediately drenched.

"Glorfindel!" he shouted. There was no way the twins could have gotten anything up that high, and the only other one who would have done such a thing... A head full of golden hair appeared, giving the wet Erestor an innocent look.

"Yes, Lord Erestor?"

"You – you…look what you did!"

"Me?" Glorfindel said, pointing to himself. "It looks as if you went for a swim. Although, it is a bit strange to go swimming with your work."

Erestor glared at him, then marched into his room. He didn't have time to deal with this. He set his paperwork down, which somehow had not managed to get wet. He pulled the wet cloth away from himself, and headed toward the closet to get a new set of clothes.

Opening the closet, he felt something drop on his shoulder. He swept his hand up to brush it off, and froze as his hand met the body of a spider. Trying not to panic, he swept it off, and jumped back. There was a soft thump, as an oversized spider fell to the floor. He took in a deep breath, then, felt the feet of little creatures scurrying over him. He knew the feeling all too well.

And he fainted.

Elladan and Elrohir placed their hands over their mouths as they watched Erestor head to his closet. After the upsetting drenching, he had left his door open just a little. They two watched as he tried to conceal the arising panic from the first spider, it didn't work so well on the next four.

They couldn't contain it, the twins burst out laughing as Erestor crumpled to the floor. Who knew Erestor didn't like spiders? Satisfied, and also bored that the prank was over the two ran off, hungry after all their work.

"How did it go?" Glorfindel asked, as the twins almost ran into him.

Elladan looked over at his brother, and the two burst out laughing.

"I take that as it went very well," Glorfindel said, a grin on his face.

The twins nodded, then took off toward the kitchen, the only thing on their mind - food.

When they got to the kitchen, they started the search for food. Luckily, no one was in there at the moment.

"Here!" Elladan exclaimed, upon finding a plate of delicious looking treats. Elrohir hurried over as Elladan pulled the plate down, three very good looking treats sat on the plate. The twins plopped down on the spot, and promptly started eating. They savored the treats, as they finished, both went for the last one.

"That's mine," Elladan said, as he snatched it up.

"No! Mine!" Elrohir shrieked, grabbing the other end of it.

"Mine!"

"No! Mine!"

"Let go!"

"No! You let go!"

"I touched it first!"

"I saw it first!"

"No, I did!"

This resumed for about five seconds, then it turned into a full-out fight. Elrohir was the first to strike, then Elladan hit him back. It went in for several minutes, the sweet getting destroyed in the process. And this was how Glorfindel found them.

He watched them for a few minutes, amused, then decided they needed to stop before one of them got seriously injured. He reached down and grabbed Elrohir by the shoulder, pulling him away from his twin.

"That's enough," he said, putting an arm out to stop Elladan.

Elladan looked at Elrohir, then both of them looked up at Glorfindel. And attacked.

Glorfindel was quite shocked as the elflings started kicking him in the shin. He backed away, and bumped his head on a large skillet hanging from an overhead rack. He rubbed his head as he muttered a curse under his breath. Just then, Elladan hit him with a frying pan, who knows where it came from.

"Ow!" Glorfindel let out a yelp. "Give me that!" he exclaimed, diving for the little Elf. The twins eyes widened, and they turned and ran. Elladan throwing the frying pan behind him.

It hit Glorfindel's foot.

Glorfindel refrained from making any sound, half limping and half running after the twins. The brothers ran out to the hall, screaming about Glorfindel trying to kill them. Catching up to them, he cornered them and was about to give them a good lecture when –

"Glorfindel! What are you doing to my children!" Elrond had just happened to by nearby when he heard the twins screaming.

"Ada!" The twins exclaimed, running up to him.

"They kicked me, and hit me twice with a frying pan!" Glorfindel said.

"And you terrorize them?"

"No, I mean - yes, it's not what it looks like. I was just going to give them a good lecture," Glorfindel said, trying to explain himself.

"You? Give them a lecture?" Elrond shook his head. "I find that very unusual. I think you need to rest for a while."

"I am fine Lord Elrond," Glorfindel said. "Not in the least bit drowsy."

Elrond gave him a quizzical look, then turned to the twins. "Come, you two need to settle down for a while."

"But Ada," Elrohir said. "We were having fun with Glory."

"That wasn't fun!" Glorfindel snapped, rubbing where the pan had hit him.

"Glorfindel!"

"Sorry," Glorfindel said, then quickly turned to walk away.

"Are you feeling well?" Elrond called after him, seeing him limp.

"Yes, Lord Elrond," Glorfindel, immediately trying to walk normal. It was painful.

He headed outside, he just needed some fresh air. On the way out, he stopped by Erestor's room. He was still out cold on the floor, the spiders had disappeared. A small grin came to his face and he turned to leave. Only to slip on the water from the first prank.

He held back a shriek as he slammed down onto the floor, and went sliding a few feet.

"Lord Glorfindel?"

Glorfindel jumped up to see an elf standing nearby, with a strange look on his face. Glorfindel nodded to him and hurried away. After a few minutes he was walking, well, limping peacefully along listening to strands of Linder's newest song.

"Uh... Glorfindel?"

Glorfindel turned to face another Elf, "Yes?" He asked cheerfully.

"There's a wet spot on the back of your robe," the elf lady told him.

"What? Oh, that. I uh... accidentally sat on a wet spot from the rain."

"It has not rained here in days," the Lady informed him.

"What?" Glorfindel scrambled to find an excuse. "Elladan, Elrohir," he blurted out.

"Oh, I see," the Lady gave him a smile, and he excused himself and hurried away. He found a nice bench, and sat down, resting his foot. He took in a deep breath of the fresh morning air, and closed his eyes leaning back against the bench.

Crack!

The sound shocked Glorfindel, and he felt himself falling backwards. He slammed into the ground, brief memories flashing through his head. He shook his head, to find himself somehow on his shoulders, his legs extending over his head.

"Glorfindel!"

Glorfindel tried to get up, only managing to tangle himself more. The faces of Elladan and Elrohir came inches from his own as he pushed himself up.

"Are you okay?" they asked, worried expressions on their faces.

"Yes," Glorfindel replied.

The twins beamed at him, and stuck a plate in his face. "We brought these for you!" they said in unison.

"Thank you," Glorfindel said, taking them. Mmm, the sweets smelled wonderful! He paused before taking a bite, and looked up at them.

"Did you two drug these?"

Elladan and Elrohir shook their heads. "Ada won't teach us about herbs," Elladan replied.

Relieved, Glorfindel took a bite.

"But we stole them from the kitchen."

Glorfindel spit it out.

"But she doesn't know that we took them and gave them to you," Elrohir said, as the two crawled up into his lap.

"Can we have some?" Elladan asked.

"I thought you got them for me?" Glorfindel said, acting insulted.

"You spit them out," Elrohir said.

Glorfindel shrugged, and popped the sweet into his mouth. The twins looked up at him, grins on their faces.

"Can we have some?" Elrohir asked.

"I thought you brought them for me."

"Yes, and we want some," Elladan said.

Glorfindel reluctantly handed each of the two a piece of the dessert, then taking a bite of his own.

"Thank you," the twins said, then slid off his lap, and ran off.

Glorfindel stood, balancing the plate in one hand. He scowled down at his foot, as it started throbbing again.

"Glorfindel!"

How many times was his name going to be shouted that day?! Glorfindel turned to see the elven cook, hands on her hips. "Where did you get those?"

Glorfindel looked down at the plate, "These – oh. The twins," he replied.

"Really, you're putting the blame on little elflings? Lord Elrond's elflings at that!"

"I - What were they for anyway?"

"Lady Celebrían," the cook replied.

Glorfindel dropped the half eaten treat on the plate, and shoved the plate toward the cook. "I had no idea," he said meekly.

"I can't give them to her now!" The cook exclaimed. She shook her head, then turned and walked swiftly away. Leaving the golden haired elf staring at the plate in dismay, debating on whether to finish them or not.

"Erestor, are you hungry?" Elladan stuck his head in the chief adviser's room.

Erestor looked up from where he had been writing a invitation for Elrond. He gave the two a suspicious glare, "What do you need?"

"We brought you something," Elrohir said, shoving the door open the rest of the way. The two walked in, Elladan holding a plate of sweets.

"I'm not particularly hungry," Erestor told them.

"Yes, you are," Elrohir retorted.

"And how would you know that?"

"Because we're hungry, that means you're hungry."

"You can have them," Erestor said.

"Thank you!" The twins exclaimed, dropping down to a sitting position across from each other, and started eating.

"Not in here!" Erestor exclaimed, flustered as the two dropped crumbs on his nice clean floor. The two grabbed the treats, and ran off, leaving the dirty plate. A few minutes later, they found Lindir playing his harp, a few elves gathered around listening.

"Are you hungry?" Elladan asked, as he finished the song and the elves scattered.

"No," Lindir replied.

"Yes you are," Elrohir replied, shoving a plate they had just from the kitchen toward him.

"Well, maybe a little," Lindir said, taking the plate. He set it down next to him, and looked up as the twins stared at him expectantly.

"Do you need something?"

"Are you going to eat those?" Elrohir asked.

"Later," Lindir replied, strumming the strings on the harp.

"Can we have them?" Elladan asked.

"Didn't you just give them to me?"

"Yes, now we want them back."

Lindir started to say something, when Glorfindel came marching up. Suddenly his foot hit a large rock, just happening to be the hurt foot. He jerked back, his lips pressed tightly together.

"Are all right?" Elladan asked Glorfindel.

Glorfindel muttered something under his breath, and a shocked look came to Lindir's face.

"What did he say?" Elrohir asked.

"Nothing," Lindir replied quickly.

"But it sounded like he said-"

Lindir jumped up and clamped a hand over Elrohir's mouth. Then received a kick from Elladan.

"Ow!" Lindir whirled around, grabbed his harp and practically ran away.

Glorfindel turned and limped away, heading toward the infirmary.