Hey all! Here the new chapter of Song Of Imladris! Quick note- thanks for
letting me know that you found the fic ok! And also I want to point a
finger at Indigo- her new fic Stable Boy is great- though I am a sucker for
the twins!!! Check it out if you get the time, she has a great series
running there. Should be able to access her work under her author name.
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Chapter 3
Plots and Plans
"You seem in an uncommonly foul mood tonight." Elladan noted when his brother refused to converse with him. Elrohir had been sulking for most of the day and alternated his time between glaring at his twin and ignoring him completely. Neither of which particularly seemed to affect his brother in the slightest-but made him feel somewhat better.
"Trying to get honey out of my hair all afternoon has affected my disposition. I'm sure you understand." Elrohir replied. It had taken nearly two hours of scrubbing and Vani's assistance before he finally had to use Arwen's strawberry soaps in a last effort to unglue his clumped hair. He now smelled like a six foot three dessert, however- Vani assured him that it was barely noticeable.
"YOU walked under the door!?"
"No Elladan. I didn't walk under the door. I haven't walked under a door without checking to see if you balanced a pot upon it since I was seven. THAT was 33 years ago." Elrohir's patience was thin. Vani, who was silent through the exchange, placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him.
"I don't understand then."
"A fact of which, many times, I am painfully aware."
Elladan shrugged. If Elrohir wanted to bathe himself in honey and strawberries, he certainly wasn't going to stop him from expressing himself. In fact, he encouraged his brother's eccentricities and would support whatever ventures he chose to take. Moreover, so certain was he of their bond, that he knew without a doubt they would always know exactly what the other was thinking and feeling. "Well, I think you smell wonderful and you shouldn't let anyone tell you otherwise."
Vani hid her smile behind a hand. "Yes Elrohir, you go right on scrubbing yourself with whatever food you like congealed in your hair. Elladan wont stop you. I must get ready for the banquet now, if you will excuse me."
"You're not actually thinking of putting on a dress are you Vani." Elladan said as she took her leave. "Something with lace and trim perhaps?"
"You have been practicing again in the sun too long Elladan.' She shot back over her shoulder, 'My other leathers are lacking in honey crusted sleeves and might be more comfortable."
When he was certain the ranger was out of earshot, Elladan whispered to Elrohir, "You don't think that she suspects do you? I have to arrange for tonight." He slipped the small sack of herbs from the satchel on his desk into his belt loop.
"No Elladan, I somehow doubt that our friend suspects that you might be DRUGGING her food in an effort to spark an interest in Glorfindel." Elrohir was less certain of the plan than before. "Don't you think that they might come together on their own, without your dubious help?"
"Elrohir, she wont even put on a dress, she's not going to flirt with him."
Elrohir had to concede the point to Elladan. Vani was, well, terribly unfeminine. Though it didn't seem to bother their mentor. "Mayhap Glorfindel does not interest her?"
It was obvious that Elladan had not thought of that. "Not attracted to Glorfindel?" All the women loved Glorfindel, literally. From the chubbiest baby to the 4,500 year old Sarridy-- they loved his attentions. And while the 'attentions' were usually little more than a nod, perhaps a brief conversation, or a training session, they adored him for it. "You and I could die three times and not be as loved as he."
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"Legolas?"
"Greetings Vani. Come to see if I still live?" Legolas perched on the edge of the chair towel drying his hair. He wasn't the least bit surprised to have yet another member of this household walk into his rooms and had stopped bothering to close the door.
"Actually to plead for Elladan's life." Vani smiled, humoring his temper. He seemed surprisingly calm for having humiliated himself. There were few times she had ever seen Elrohir un-nerved and it was the first time she had ever seen Legolas lose his temper. Poor Elrohir just stood there, honey soaked into his pristine locks and small globs of it running down his pale forehead to finally drip off the end of his nose. She couldn't help herself, she laughed-long, and loud. "That,' she had managed between gasps, 'is Elrohir."
The poor Prince of Mirkwood could do little more than hand him the towel he had been using to absorb the sticky substance in his own hair.
"I imagine you have had to do that a lot. Is Elrohir still angered?"
"Elrohir? Oh no, he's delt with far worse than you. He is Elladan's only brother and constant companion." Vani reminded him. "Though it's been about ten years since he tried to prank him."
"Ten? That seems long."
"Aye, well Elrohir's revenges are worse than Elladan's stunts, so he stopped victimizing his brother and focused on the other hapless residents of Imladris."
"Well Elrohir is far more clever than I it seems." Legolas replied dryly, holding up yet another pair of leggings with the seat cut out.
"Now a righteous man, or elf as the case may be, would ignore these immature happenings.' Vani smiled 'but then, what fun are the righteous? I'm sure that Elladan must have a tunic set you could borrow this evening. I certainly HOPE you don't spill anything on it. Let me see if I cant get a hold of a favorite."
"I don't want to start a war with those two,' Legolas laughed, 'they no doubt could take on Mordor with a pair of shears and a jar of glue."
"Yes, well you HAVE to wear something. It will take but a moment."
"Indeed, that's true."
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Serifina watched Elladan liberally powder the individual tureens of soup from the shadows. It seemed almost excessive, but she knew little of herbal mixtures, and thusly ignored it.
Remi's cousin shifted nervously from foot to foot, as Elladan gave him precise instructions on whose bowl belonged to whom. was quite use to the heir's pranks and was not particularly keen on aiding in the venture. Pherdae was no fool however and didn't want to end up on the receiving end of a future stunt.
"This one is for Glorfindel and THIS one is for Vani, the ranger. Understood?"
"Yes sire, but do you think that...well.....Glorfindel sir?"
"It is not an unhealthy thing I do, I promise Pherdae. It is for his own good. And I PROMISE I wont let him cut off your head." Elladan was not terribly reassuring as he took his leave with a jaunty step.
Serifina slipped quietly from her hiding place. "You see Pheradae, just as I warned you. And this will most surely displease Glorfindel."
"Yes lady, you were right." The nervous elf gulped visibly. "What should I do?" He sounded fairly pathetic with his pleading.
"Very simple, just switch one of the bowls with his. It matters not who. Leave the other, for the human as instructed, she wont notice and Elladan wont suspect that you ruined his plots purposefully." Serifina was far more concerned that her intended remained undrugged than Vani. Besides, Vani might benefit from a romp.
-TBC
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Anyone want to take a guess on who is ending up with what bowl?
Have to reload Prince Of Light/ Lord of Dark as well as My Brother's Keeper. But Ill get there !!
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Chapter 3
Plots and Plans
"You seem in an uncommonly foul mood tonight." Elladan noted when his brother refused to converse with him. Elrohir had been sulking for most of the day and alternated his time between glaring at his twin and ignoring him completely. Neither of which particularly seemed to affect his brother in the slightest-but made him feel somewhat better.
"Trying to get honey out of my hair all afternoon has affected my disposition. I'm sure you understand." Elrohir replied. It had taken nearly two hours of scrubbing and Vani's assistance before he finally had to use Arwen's strawberry soaps in a last effort to unglue his clumped hair. He now smelled like a six foot three dessert, however- Vani assured him that it was barely noticeable.
"YOU walked under the door!?"
"No Elladan. I didn't walk under the door. I haven't walked under a door without checking to see if you balanced a pot upon it since I was seven. THAT was 33 years ago." Elrohir's patience was thin. Vani, who was silent through the exchange, placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him.
"I don't understand then."
"A fact of which, many times, I am painfully aware."
Elladan shrugged. If Elrohir wanted to bathe himself in honey and strawberries, he certainly wasn't going to stop him from expressing himself. In fact, he encouraged his brother's eccentricities and would support whatever ventures he chose to take. Moreover, so certain was he of their bond, that he knew without a doubt they would always know exactly what the other was thinking and feeling. "Well, I think you smell wonderful and you shouldn't let anyone tell you otherwise."
Vani hid her smile behind a hand. "Yes Elrohir, you go right on scrubbing yourself with whatever food you like congealed in your hair. Elladan wont stop you. I must get ready for the banquet now, if you will excuse me."
"You're not actually thinking of putting on a dress are you Vani." Elladan said as she took her leave. "Something with lace and trim perhaps?"
"You have been practicing again in the sun too long Elladan.' She shot back over her shoulder, 'My other leathers are lacking in honey crusted sleeves and might be more comfortable."
When he was certain the ranger was out of earshot, Elladan whispered to Elrohir, "You don't think that she suspects do you? I have to arrange for tonight." He slipped the small sack of herbs from the satchel on his desk into his belt loop.
"No Elladan, I somehow doubt that our friend suspects that you might be DRUGGING her food in an effort to spark an interest in Glorfindel." Elrohir was less certain of the plan than before. "Don't you think that they might come together on their own, without your dubious help?"
"Elrohir, she wont even put on a dress, she's not going to flirt with him."
Elrohir had to concede the point to Elladan. Vani was, well, terribly unfeminine. Though it didn't seem to bother their mentor. "Mayhap Glorfindel does not interest her?"
It was obvious that Elladan had not thought of that. "Not attracted to Glorfindel?" All the women loved Glorfindel, literally. From the chubbiest baby to the 4,500 year old Sarridy-- they loved his attentions. And while the 'attentions' were usually little more than a nod, perhaps a brief conversation, or a training session, they adored him for it. "You and I could die three times and not be as loved as he."
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"Legolas?"
"Greetings Vani. Come to see if I still live?" Legolas perched on the edge of the chair towel drying his hair. He wasn't the least bit surprised to have yet another member of this household walk into his rooms and had stopped bothering to close the door.
"Actually to plead for Elladan's life." Vani smiled, humoring his temper. He seemed surprisingly calm for having humiliated himself. There were few times she had ever seen Elrohir un-nerved and it was the first time she had ever seen Legolas lose his temper. Poor Elrohir just stood there, honey soaked into his pristine locks and small globs of it running down his pale forehead to finally drip off the end of his nose. She couldn't help herself, she laughed-long, and loud. "That,' she had managed between gasps, 'is Elrohir."
The poor Prince of Mirkwood could do little more than hand him the towel he had been using to absorb the sticky substance in his own hair.
"I imagine you have had to do that a lot. Is Elrohir still angered?"
"Elrohir? Oh no, he's delt with far worse than you. He is Elladan's only brother and constant companion." Vani reminded him. "Though it's been about ten years since he tried to prank him."
"Ten? That seems long."
"Aye, well Elrohir's revenges are worse than Elladan's stunts, so he stopped victimizing his brother and focused on the other hapless residents of Imladris."
"Well Elrohir is far more clever than I it seems." Legolas replied dryly, holding up yet another pair of leggings with the seat cut out.
"Now a righteous man, or elf as the case may be, would ignore these immature happenings.' Vani smiled 'but then, what fun are the righteous? I'm sure that Elladan must have a tunic set you could borrow this evening. I certainly HOPE you don't spill anything on it. Let me see if I cant get a hold of a favorite."
"I don't want to start a war with those two,' Legolas laughed, 'they no doubt could take on Mordor with a pair of shears and a jar of glue."
"Yes, well you HAVE to wear something. It will take but a moment."
"Indeed, that's true."
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Serifina watched Elladan liberally powder the individual tureens of soup from the shadows. It seemed almost excessive, but she knew little of herbal mixtures, and thusly ignored it.
Remi's cousin shifted nervously from foot to foot, as Elladan gave him precise instructions on whose bowl belonged to whom. was quite use to the heir's pranks and was not particularly keen on aiding in the venture. Pherdae was no fool however and didn't want to end up on the receiving end of a future stunt.
"This one is for Glorfindel and THIS one is for Vani, the ranger. Understood?"
"Yes sire, but do you think that...well.....Glorfindel sir?"
"It is not an unhealthy thing I do, I promise Pherdae. It is for his own good. And I PROMISE I wont let him cut off your head." Elladan was not terribly reassuring as he took his leave with a jaunty step.
Serifina slipped quietly from her hiding place. "You see Pheradae, just as I warned you. And this will most surely displease Glorfindel."
"Yes lady, you were right." The nervous elf gulped visibly. "What should I do?" He sounded fairly pathetic with his pleading.
"Very simple, just switch one of the bowls with his. It matters not who. Leave the other, for the human as instructed, she wont notice and Elladan wont suspect that you ruined his plots purposefully." Serifina was far more concerned that her intended remained undrugged than Vani. Besides, Vani might benefit from a romp.
-TBC
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Anyone want to take a guess on who is ending up with what bowl?
Have to reload Prince Of Light/ Lord of Dark as well as My Brother's Keeper. But Ill get there !!