A/N I have been thinking of something to try and write in memory of my wisdom-teeth, that happened at the beginning of the year. I am thankful that I was not very loopy and didn't say anything too bizarre...but, I guess that is where some of the humor/relief comes from after such trauma, just spouting some random stuff and staring at something like it was the most incredible/meaningful thing in the world. An interesting experience to say the least.

May life treat everyone well.

Elladan and Elrohir: When you are not warned beforehand on what the side effects could be when consuming your medicine, and when you have a body chemistry that needs a small overdose, or you don't get the relief promised to you. And when the person giving you the medicine happens to be the most well-renowned healer of the age, and happens to be your father, who did not know the chemistry and needed to experiment on the dose (for better service in the future, except trust issues are now present). Plus, brains are strange under medicinal influence.

Elrond messed up.

He was too confident in his abilities.

As a healer, the best, one should add, he should have taken precautions.

He was going to regret this for the rest of his days.

Erestor and Glorfindel were standing before their lord, the former having a slightly dead panned look while the latter looked sympathetic. Elrond was pinching his nose so hard it should be close to breaking.

He was too confident.

"You should not have let them see me when they were younger." Erestor said finally, flat out blunt.

"Would you have denied a child's curiosity about their father's work?" Glorfindel questioned, turning to face his colleague and friend.

Erestor stared at the golden-head, "If I could think straight, and were I not drooling like a fool and whining for my wife's touch, I would have locked the door to everyone except Elrond and you." The laiquendë looked back at Elrond; who was still probably breaking the cartilage in his nasal passages, "And if I had known the twins have somehow managed to inherit my problem when it comes to taking those medicines…"

It was go big, or it would be ineffective.

Glorfindel made a face, "How could any of us have known? Well…maybe some warnings beforehand may have helped, so they could have been prepared in the event there was unwanted…"

"Hit me." Elrond ground out.

The two lords shot their eyes back to the master of the vale. Whenever Elrond requested that…

He was serious.

Erestor blinked, "Ah…I do not think I heard that quite right?"

"Yes you did, you have one the sharpest pair of ears in this place." Elrond stared at both of them, "Hit me."

Glorfindel shook his head, "Nay, lord, you do not need to be sla-"

"Then slap EACHOTHER!" Elrond yelled. Glorfindel and Erestor looked very frightened by this outburst given their bulging eyeballs. Elrond sighed and composed himself, putting on a fake smile and then a sweet, dangerous, slightly sarcastic tone to his voice, "I am sure you both have something you would like to hurt each other for. Please, for me, my dear friends, humor this old elf and let him hear a slap to the face. I will regret this day forever. I just know it."

"I HAVE A SISTER?!" Exclaimed a very emotional voice from beyond the closed door behind Elrond.

"Yes, dear!" Came Celebrían's soothing, maybe slightly desperate voice (not that elves high on concentrated medicine would discern that part), "You have had one for many years!"

Erestor and Glorfindel felt bad after hearing this. They both gave their master a look that said: 'you really did it wrong'. But the two councilors face each other, and prepared their hands.

Erestor hit first. And it sounded loudly.

"That was for Thôn's eyes falling out."

'…over a decorated pine-cone?' Elrond thought confused. He did not understand Erestor sometimes. Or him and Glorfindel's games. Especially their ongoing tally on who can sneak up on each other without the other noticing, until they are clinging to a beam in the ceiling from fright.

No one has ever said in the textbooks that Elves were mature or behaved as such all the time.

Glorfindel rubbed a hand on his cheek, grinning slightly before returning the slap with full force. Erestor has teeth of mithril to not have lost some there.

"And that is for conspiring against me with our tree."

The great oak, taller than any other in the valley, that was planted when Rivendell was founded. Erestor and Glorfindel was its main caretakers, given they planted it. Elrond has learned that elves that are called green elves really know how to talk to trees.

Erestor inclined his head, "Thank you." He said kindly.

They looked back to Elrond.

"I feel better now." Elrond admitted, "But I wish it was me to receive it."

"Do not lose hope," Glorfindel said, cautiously, "I believe the lady Celebrían would be more than willing to give the face-slap of your life soon."

And that is why the twins never like taking their pain-medicine or sleep-medicine, for the emotional mess Elrohir becomes, and Elladan the sulkiest elf-gollum in all of Middle-Earth. Especially if the medicine was made by their father, and by a certain human who happened to be trained by said father years later. Who was also adopted.