*This story is based of several fanfic stories I found while reading that involves crazy pranks and childish mishaps of various LOTR characters and I thought I'd write one myself that involves The twin Blues, Rulin and Tarin from my own fanfiction story "Lost but Never Forgotten." So sit back and enjoy! I do not own any of the LOTR characters, only my OC's
(Valinor)
The Valar had been resting peacefully within their own respective domains with the sea birds singing their songs of the sea and Ulmo sending calm waves upon the white shores of the Undying lands. The thousands of those who called Valinor home, that consists of the high elves and their various families along with the Orders and the Istari in training were all working hard with daily life. There were many kinds of different guilds that housed and fostered the male and female Istari who came to them by the will of Eru after he created them as young children that would someday each have their own assigned destiny and order to carry out by whichever Valar they served.
But in the meantime until their calling came once they were matured enough in both body, mind and abilities, the children Istari were often found running along the shores or streets, playing lots of games with older Istari's from the other color guilds or just enjoying the sun and sea breeze while the ocean gently swept its wet caress upon their feet.
Amid all of ranked colors within the guilds themselves, two particular Istari's always caused one to quiver and tremble in constant fear whenever they came into sight anywhere on the island.
Their names was Tarin and Rulin of the Blue guild.
They were born twins under Eru's will. Why the hell the creator even thought of making twins Istari's in the first place, was above all of the Valar's heads as soon as they were sent to Valinor to be fostered by a decent Istari couple at the Blue guild. No sooner that those two seemingly sweet, innocent and fair looking pair set foot upon the white sands, total chaos broke out with gleeful shrieks while Tarin and Rulin went about pranking anyone and everyone who could possibly become victims of their schemes.
It was so bad that sometimes whenever they called upon Eru to do something about the rascals, he would just shrug his shoulders and give a hearty laugh, saying that perhaps it was high time that a little prank or two was much needed to help give balance amid the too quite community. This caused his lower Valar to grumble daily, saying that the twin Blues were going to be the very death of every creature on the island and to the shores of Middle Earth.
But if it was the will of Eru that they had to be fostered and taught by their guild masters once they were ready to training, then nothing could be done other then perhaps laying down strict rules which obviously was often broken by the two.
"Tarin!" Blue guild master Brandaer cried furiously as he ran down the stairs of the guild, fully naked and not caring who saw him. Several female istaris eyes grew wide, cheeks becoming rapidly red as they spied their naked guild master running about without a stitch of clothing on. "Where is that rascal?" He snarled, face red with anger. "I swear by the very will of Yavanna, I will send him back along with his twin brother to Eru if they do not appear soon!"
He spied a nearby blue cloak that was hanging by the front entrance and quickly grabbed it, shoving himself into it before slamming open the dining hall's double doors. The other students within jumped at the sudden appearance of their guild master. Two empty spots by one of the windows told him exactly who wasn't present for breakfast at the moment.
Everyone else either shrug their shoulders, seeing that this was a near constant accordance or sat with gaping mouths. "Has anyone seen Tarin and Rulin?" Brandaer asked through a very tightly controlled smile. "I in great need of speaking with the pair this morning."
"No, darling." Replied a red haired elleth who was his wife and overseer of the guild beside himself. She walked over from the dais and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "But I do see that having red and green hair is most charming of you, my dearest husband." She smiled cheekily. "It sure does bring out more of your hazel eyes when the sunshine hits it."
"I am going to kill those two foster sons of mine when I get my hands on them." Brandaer snarled, turning from the room while several Istari's giggles could be heard behind him. "Even if its the very last thing I do!" He shouted to anyone who would listen as he made his way back to his chambers. "Curse Eru and his crazy idea of wanting twins! Why the hell did it even had to be twins boys! Why couldn't it be twin girls? At least they are not as hard headed when it comes to responsibility and honor to this guild!"
"He always says that whenever he is the unfortunate victim from the Blues." His wife sadly shook her head, chuckling while she went back to finish her breakfast.
Poor Brandaer, it was at first very much joy to receive the first-born istari twins into their home after they were chosen from hundreds of volunteer couples to raise them as their own until they were old enough to start their training of knowledge, magic and fighting. Istari children were very slow in growing to full maturity like that of elves, however their minds grew a rapid rate as they learned everything that was to learn from the world around them.
Of the Order, the Blue guild was one of the most well established homes that housed many Blue istari's of both sex. Upon arrival, some chose to chose partners grow and train together or others chose to be solitary, preferring that learning by one's self was an important role in becoming a good wizard that will someday serve one of the Valar's.
Tarin and Rulin...well, their Valar already had been chosen once they reached the age of one thousand seven-hundred, which in human years, was only twelve years old. Eru decreed that once they reached close to about two thousand something, they would be old enough to serve Oromë for about seven hundred plus years before he deemed it time for them to be sent along with other chosen Istari of the main Order to the shores of Middle Earth.
That is if their constant pranking didn't cause them to be sent into the larger part of the world much sooner then originally anticipated.
The twins were still quite too young to begin their second part of training, so that is why Brandaer and his wife, Calemirbes had been selected to be their foster mother and father until then. The two really did love them dearly as they were the very first to start out their guild, but sometimes it was a near constant of pranks being pulled upon the servants, neighbors or even themselves as the two preferred to be playing outside in the ocean then studying from their books.
To make things short in words, Tarin and Rulin were a handful that that always took great pride if their pranks succeeded. If anything, they were the very terrors that the Valar and the people of Valinor had to put up with day in and day out.
The Blue Twin Lords of Pranksterville.
"Twins of pure terror" was more fitting.
That's what Yavanna caught Aulë muttering under his breath one fine day while he pounded away angrily in his forges after he was pranked on several occasion that included dumping fire ants into his bed, dying his normally red, firery hair very bright pink or hiding his prized iron hammers somewhere outside his forge.
Even poor Ulmo, the future teacher of the two once they were grown enough to maturity, would often fall for their pranks whenever they brought him his favorite batch of honey cookies laced with laxatives. It was then that often the waters would be very uneasy for long periods of time as he would be groaning and moaning in his personal bathroom for hours on end while the laughing twins hid themselves in the white towers.
Gentle Estë often would of lamante whenever she found that someone had gotten into her herbs and potions to use for devious plans, but did little to stop it if it turned out to be the twins's doing. It was forever firmly believed that perhaps she found great secret amusement of watching her superiors being pranked left and right while she remain untouched since she was well known of having only a gentle personality.
And the list went on and on.
The only one that they could even possibly prank outside of Estë, was Eru their father and creator himself. They were too afraid that if they went too far with him, he would all together just end their very existence as if they were never created in the first place. So there was plenty of fresh victims that sailed in from both Middle Earth and from Eru's and Manwe's domains to pull upon.
It was so that it happened on late evening that a white swan shaped ship came to port that carried unknown color ranked istari's. Why that was, no one other then Eru himself knew, but it was their duty to welcome them nonetheless to the shores of Valinor and into society.
Tarin and Rulin had been carrying out various small missions about the city for most of the day and half the night when they spied the lone elven ship that came to dock at the port while on their way home.
"Look Tarin!" Rulin cried while eagarly pulling at the blue sleeve of his twin. "A white ship has come after several hundred years. I wonder who comes tonight to our shores."
"I'm not sure, brother." Tarin replied while watching various guild masters and mistresses suddenly converge upon the ship. "But it seems that an Istari child has appeared tonight."
"I wonder of what rank and color. Can we go see who it is, please?" Rulin plead, turning his matching blue eyes upon his older twin brother. "I'm sure that father doesn't mind if we are late by a few minutes."
"Why not? I'm just as curious as you are." Tarin agreed, pulling his brother along as they raced along the water's edge. Imagine their great surprise however as more and more of the other Order's came to greet and possibly see if they fit to foster the newcomer. By the time that the Blue's had reached the docks, it was over-crowded with both curious residents, various ages of color Istari's and their guild masters. The twins somehow manged to find a spot that overlooked the ship itself from a guard sea post nearby so it was easier for them to get a good look from afar but still hear what was going on amid the loud voices that eagerly spoke.
They could see the sea elves swiftly working on tying their ropes to the posts and lowering a bridge to shore. Rulin had to crane his head to one side to get a better look as a golden haired boy came into view while holding the hand of a small frighten girl with hair that was a dark as the black evening sky above. To the twin's utter surprise their foster parents, Brandaer and Calemirbes stepped forward from the crowd to receive the pair with kind smiles and warm hugs. Tarin turned to his brother with a raised eyebrow. "Its seems we shall have two new additions to our guild as of this very night."
"Shh, I can't hear what they are saying." Rulin shushed him while pushing himself forward on the rails. Tarin kept a tight hold on the back of his brother's shirt, least he should fall into the cold water's below. Rulin made a sound of frustration. "I didn't get their names when you spoke." He grumbled. "Why must you always have perfect timing during the important stuff?"
"I don't. It just happens that is the case." Snorted his older twin. "We should be get going soon even though father and mother are down there. If we are not back before they are, I'm sure we will be on kitchen duty for almost a full week and that is something that I don't want to happen since we just got off of it three days ago."
"It was your idea that we pour salt into the breakfast porridge that time." Ruiln defended himself even though he helped Tarin to pull it off. "But yes, let us get going." He started to pull away from the raling but he suddenly felt a hand stop him. "What is it?"
"There are two more coming off the boat." Tarin pointed a finger that followed a tall, skinny white haired young teenager and what looked like to be their age, a brown haired boy that lingered behind him. He bumped into the teenager Istari who gave him a sharp cuff on the hear with the back of his hand before proudly stepping off. Rulin felt sorry for the younger boy and wondered who was going to take him in. It seemed like no one wanted to take the brown haired boy as he stood forlornly about, clasping a stuffed teddy against his chest while looking about the many faces of strangers whom he didn't know. Some gave open looks of curiosity, but not stepped forward to adopt him as their foster son.
It was a deep pity and perhaps it was that very pity that stirred the hearts of the twin's foster parents when they gazed back at the young boy who stood all alone. Calemirbes whispered something into her husband's ear, nodding towards him before silently pushing him forward. He frowned but did as she asked until he was in front of him. Kneeling down at eye level, he found that the boy have very beautiful brown eyes mixed with fleck's of grey here and there that gave him almost a slight animal like look.
The boy started to whimper as two big, fat wet tears began to fall from those orbs down his fair face. He hugged his teddy bear even harder then ever as more silent tears fell. Brandaer immediately enfolded him into a tight hug for a minute as the whimpers became sobs. "Shhh, little one." He comforted him. "I know you must be feeling rather scared, however there is nothing to fear from me or these kind people. I know Eru has sent you and your kin to live and grow here until you are ready to set out into the world outside these shores, but until then, child." He smiled kindly while pulling a way slightly. "You have nothing to fear. What is your name first of all? I am the head Blue Guild master, Brandaer. That young elleth you see over there? She is my wife and her name is Calemirbes. We are going to take the brother and sister into our guild for the time being until the Valar have decided their colors of rank."
"My name is Aiwendil and it seems that no one wants me for I do not have any rank color here that will take me." The boy cried as he tried in vain to not cry anymore. "I am too young then Curumo who was created a little older then I."
Curumo whom Aiwendil was speaking of, was enfolded into the arms of the head White guild master name Talvon before walking away without so much as a goodbye to the other young Istari companions that he had sailed with. Brandaer resist the urge of very childishly sticking his tongue out at Talvon who shot him a triumphant smile his way. He didn't want to set a very poor example of how a head foster parent and guild master would act in front of young Istari, much less all other elves and their elfling.
Nope, he had to act with good grace of smiling politely before returning his gaze back down at Aiwendil's innocent gaze. "Say, why don't you come home with your other companions and me? I'm sure you shall find plenty of playmates and potential partners if you shall ever want to select one to train and board with."
"Really?" The brown haired boy beamed, all traces of forlorn and sadness but a fleeting memory as his fair face lit up with utter joy. "I shall greatly love that, master Brandaer!"
The head master laughed heartily while taking the child's hand and leading him to the golden hair boy and his female companion who turned out to be his younger sister.
Another surprise from Eru himself who was no doubt snickering behind everyone's backs once again with a sibling pair.
"No,you don't have to call me master Brandaer. Just call me Ada like everyone else at the guild. You also can call my wife Nana as well since we shall be foster parents to all three of you until its time to begin your second training."
"Do you hear that, Olórin and Isthelarwen!" Aiwendil cried happily as he ran up to his companions who smiled brightly back at him. "I get to stay with you guys!"
"I can't wait to see our new rooms and beds." Isthelarwen beamed while latching her free hand into his. "This is one of the best adventures ever!"
"Yeah!" Olórin agreed full heartily. He glanced up at the smiling faces of their new foster parents. "Thank you for choosing us to bring into your guild. We won't fail in serving and training under you."
Calemirbes sniffled with a merry laugh. "I and my husband are more the proud to have you three join us. Wait until you meet the first born Istari twins Tarin and Rulin. They are always out and about of the guild, so I'm sure they will be your best guides around the islands and the cities once you are more settled within the next few weeks."
"There are twin Istari's?" Aiwendil's eyes grew very big as saucer plates. "I didn't know that."
"Nither did we or even the Valar themselves." Brandaer muttered darkly under his breath before shutting up swiftly at the threatening glare his wife was sending him over the children's heads. "I mean of course! I'm sure they will love you three as soon as they get to meet you coming first dawn's light." He half laughed with a roll of his eyes. "That is if they don't decide to make you the fresh batch of victims." He added softly while they made their way towards the Blue guild.
Meanwhile, the twins agreed full heartily that they didn't like the teenager called Curumo. He was much too proud and snot nosed to become a possible companion and play mate. Plus, he was much older the then so that didn't work too well, so that alone only made it much easier to put him at the top of their list to prank first once the chance arises.
As for Olórin, his younger sister Isthelarwen and Aiwendil who would all now be joining the growing guild, they were't all too sure what to with them until all the formal introductions had taken place between them. Tarin grabbed Rulin's hand and led him down the post, hitting the ground with two feet before they sped ahead of their parents and the newly arrived Istari.
Fortunately, they made it home by ten minutes and taking various short cuts through the city to get there before collapsing at the front reception desk in panting heap. The receptionist on duty didn't comment on how late they were upon returning home, but gave them a stern warning of next time perhaps making it back sooner if they wanted something to eat for supper before taking three leather pouches filled with gold coin from them.
"I'm super beat, Rulin. Let's go get something to eat in the kitchens before we retire for bed." Tarin suggested while getting up on his feet and dragging his twin brother with him. "I just wanna sleep now."
"But what about the new arrivals? Shouldn't we wait to greet them?"
"Na, lets wait until morning."
Rulin pouted, but allowed his brother to pull him along towards the kitchens. He was right in saying that they could wait until morning, but since there was new foster brothers and a sister who was closer to their ages, perhaps it wouldn't be as bad to finally play with someone other then their age.
~The next morning~
Rulin was fast asleep and snoring away when something soft and thing began to slowly crawl down his face.
"Isthel! I told you to not disturb him!" Someone hissed from across the room. "What did you do now?"
"Nothing, big brother." Isthel replied very innocently with wide eyes. "I just put three fat caterpillars on his face to see what he would do."
The said caterpillars were now making their way down into Rulin's shirt, down his bare chest underneath. His face scrunched itself up, making the new Istari sister laugh out loud and drawing a sharp whisper of warning from her brother.
"Shush! What in Valar's name possessed you to do that to him? For Eru's sake! He is asleep and you do that to someone who hasn't yet met you?!"
"I just wanted to see how he reacted." She pouted, stomping her foot against the floor while frowning at the disapproving glare Olórin shot at her. "Its completely harmless."
"Uh-huh. Look what happened to Curumo when you pulled that on him. If I wasn't there when it happened, I think you would have been thrown overboard. Now I want you go and get the poor bugs before they become squashed vitims when our sleeping friend awakes."
Isthel glanced back but found that they were no longer in sight. "I can't!" She wailed softly. "They are deeper down his pajamas!" She pointed a small finger where his pants and legs would be.
Olórin groaned, slapping a hand over his face.
Just great.
His sister had to pull a prank before they even had formal introductions with this fella. "Why must it be I to pull you out of your own mess, sister dearest?" He muttered while jumping out of bed. He strode over to the bed where Rulin slept soundly, oblivious of what was taking place under his clothes. "He seems pretty knocked out. Maybe this will be very easy with very minimal damages." He lifted the blankets a little bit. "Why does it have to the pants?"
"They crawled under them." She pointed out. "Maybe they will crawl out from the bottom." She added brightly. "We just need to wait until then."
"Not happening." Olórin objected as he began to very lightly pat Rulin's legs with one hand. Sure enough, he felt the three caterpillars life forces laying near the boy's groin area. "Lovely, they had to stop there of all places." He began to slowly slip his hand underneath the pants, making faces as he tried to not touch skin along the way.
"HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING TO MY TWIN BROTHER WITH YOUR HAND DOWN HIS PANTS!?"
