A/N: This story is mainly based upon all the pranks and witty jokes from the two troublemakers: Elora and Varella. They are all little drabbles or scenes that me and my friend have made up over the past year we've had these characters.

Disclaimer: Finally I get to own something! I own my character Elora. My friend owns Varella, and everything else is not ours!

Chapter One: Sulking Jokers

Scene 1:

A terrible rainy day had cast itself over Elesmara. Varella walked lazily around the palace halls looking for something, anything that might be entertaining. Her boots thumped against the marble floors, and her face shined in the glossy finish.

As she turned the corner she spotted Eragon leaning against the wall. He was muttering something, but with his back turned to her she couldn't hear a thing. Slowly she eased her way from behind the wall, and got just far enough to see who he was speaking to.

And as always, it was Arya. Elora and Varella had noticed some time ago that those two had a thing for each other. That and also because Angela told them some weird fortune telling about them.

Varella hid back behind the corner wall and smirked. She knew she just couldn't miss this opportunity. Somehow she had to make a fool of him. But how?

She thought of several funny ideas, but only one stood out to her the most. She ran over it again clearly in her mind. She and Elora would climb the air ducts and along with a bucket of water. Varella smiled to herself as she noticed Arya just so happened to be wearing a white tunic. Perfect.

As Varella turned to leave Elora came in flipping and playing with her scythe. Before she had a chance to turn the corner, Varella grabbed her and brought her back behind the wall.

"What the hell are you doing?" Elora violently whispered.

"Are you bored?" Varella asked.

"Well let's see… yes."

"Good."

Not even five minutes later Elora and Varella rushed back to the soon to be seen of the crime. Eragon and Arya were still having a very deep conversation. Now was the hard part. Climbing into the air ducts and managing to make it right above their heads.

Soon after several minutes of attempting to climb into the entrance in the ceiling to the air ducts, and fooling a guard saying they were just doing some maintenance; they made their way in.

The place smelled of old grandma perfume and moldy crackers. When they reached the source of that smell, they found three dead frogs, cat feces, and several different kinds of cheeses. The perfume was probably a janitor trying to cover it up so he wouldn't have to touch it.

10 minutes later they found themselves hovering above Eragon and Arya's head with a large pale of water. Both of them lifted the bucket, and…

"Eragon I really have to say, that as much as I admire your maturity here, I think you have enough power to heal her." Arya said concerned.

Eragon sighed, "Yes but what I'm saying is what if I don't have en-… SPLASH!

Arya screamed placing her hands to her collarbone, and wiping as much water as she could off. Eragon flung his arms once or twice also trying to rid of the ice cold water.

As Eragon parted the wet hair that covered his eyes, he went completely blank. Too make the situation worse, Arya was now cold and shivering, along with a very see through tunic. And a white bra showed clearly under it. She looked at Eragon and covered herself blushing as though a fire was lit in her head. Eragon quickly looked away as though he had seen nothing.

Now Elora and Varella were howling with laughter. Elora was wheezing and her breaths came in short terms.

"YOU TWO!!!" Arya screeched.

Elora and Varella quickly took their leave. As they crawled quickly through the ducts the metal beneath them banged loudly with every step.

Eragon placed his cape on her, and led her back to her rooms, then setting off to find the culprits.

Varella and Elora giggled as they at their warm soup in front of a blazing fire. Suddenly hearing angry footsteps marching in their general direction, they swiftly got up from the luxurious couch, and raced out of the common room. They saw Eragon arms crossed and blocking the door. Looking to the window as their only escape, they attempted to jump. However Eragon practically grabbed them by their necks, and dragged them to Arya's quarters.

The black haired elf now fully dry and nuzzled comfortably in her bed, read a book of poems. She looked up from her novel to see the door creaking open revealing an outraged Eragon, and two sulking jokers.

"Sorry…" they both mumbled. Eragon elbowed them, still managing to keep a charming handsome smile for Arya.

"Sorry." They spoke louder.

Arya swiped off the covers, and made her way towards them.

"It's okay, I'll forgive you." She smiled.

Elora and Varella's faces turned completely uncomforted by the chilling water that snaked down their backs.

"Just not today" Arya finished.

"YOU'RE DEAD TO ME!" Elora exploded. Eragon and Arya ran hand in hand, while Elora and Varella followed in hot pursuit.

A/N: So…. Whadya think? Good? Bad? Just ok? Sorry for that one perverted bit. It was just too funny to pass up. Hehehe. Well I'm surprised I actually got passed two pages. I guess I had so much fun writing this one I lost track of where I was. Well I hope you enjoyed, I might update if anyone is reading. Please review, thanks.