*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

Isthel began to cry as the newcomer who stood at the bedroom door stood with the darkest scowl on his fair face. Apparently, this was the twin of Rulin who's pants were being invaded at the moment by three fat caterpillars and her own brother's hand which remained frozen.

"I'm afraid you got the wrong idea, cousin." Olórin tried to explain himself, not sure if he should continue to pat for the bugs or withdraw his hand before he got ran through by the elder twin. "You see, my little sister here has pulled a prank upon your younger brother here and I'm trying to get the bugs before he awakens."

Tarin took a step into the room, his deep blue eyes flashing very dangerously. "Remove your hands from out of his pants." He ordered very quietly. "Or do you prefer that I punch you square in the face?"

Rulin began to stir just as Olórin hastily did as he was asked. "What's going on brother with all the shouting?" He said while casting a groggily glanced at everyone who stared down at him. "Oh, you must be the new people." He added cheerfully before abruptly cutting himself off when he felt something strange crawling down his leg. "What the-" He threw off the covers as the crawling feeling didn't go away but only increased more as it went further down his leg. "ARRRAAGHHHHH!" Rulin screamed, tossing the covers off the bed and jumping up and about furiously while he started to strip. "Tarin! Help me! There is something in my pants!"

"I told you so." Olórin smirked up at Tarin who rolled his eyes and went forward to rescue his twin brother. "Why don't we go downstairs, little sister and see if perhaps breakfast has been served?"

The dark haired girl's face instantly brightened as she grabbed his hand. "Yay! I'm famished after surviving on nothing but lembas and fish for three months straight." The brother and sister left the twins who were yelping and jumping about while Rulin let out great sobs.

"I HATE BUGS!" He wailed feebly. "Anything but this!"

"Hold still, brother." Tarin replied while landing a smack the back of Rulin's legs. "There, I got one!"

"You killed it!"

"What else do you want me to do? With all the hitting and jumping you are doing, I'm surprised that they are still alive."

They were in the mist of extracting the last of the now dead bugs when their door slammed open, revealing their foster father wearing a open robe with very little else on beneath with a curved sword in hand. "What's going on in here? Did someone invade us?" He barked as his elven eyes lay on the naked Rulin and Tarin who's hand was raised in mid-air. The guild master froze as the sight before him. "Now what did you boys do this time?" Brandaer asked, closing his eyes with his usual sigh. Valar help him if his black hair actually turned silver before these two were full grown.

"It wasn't my fault this time, father!" Tarin cried, hastily dropping his hand to his side. Rulin nodded and pointed a finger out the open door from whence their foster mother, several passing servants and blue guild students peeked around the door frame with gaping mouths at the sight of the younger twin fully naked while the other looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but in the room at that moment. "It was those two new arrivals! The golden haired boy and his black haired sister. They put something down my pajama pants while I was asleep."

"I found golden boy's hands down your pants." Tarin said all too sweetly while trying to appear that he was displeased with a scowl. As expected, Rulin let out a horrified screech that could be heard by every corners of the guild and beyond.

Ulmo, who was just arriving to pay his regards to the guilds on the island, stopped up short upon knocking on the door of master Brandaer's front door upon hearing the scream. He cocked his long flowing hair to one side with a look of confusion. "Did something happen that I'm not aware of?"

Meanwhile within the home, the twins were fast at hitting each other with fists and curses across the bedroom floor while Brandaer only stood by with a bored expression on his face. He rolled his grey eyes, asking the maker for all the patience he needed while the two continued to fight. Once a tall and very expensive vase fell off one of the nightstands and broke into several pieces, the guild master let out a roar that had everyone scurrying out of range while he descended upon the two who glanced up in horror at the dark look on his fair face.

"THAT IS ENOUGH YOU TWO! I am just about fed up to here to tell Ulmo to cast you two miserable brats on the next ship and send you on your way back to Eru so he can deal with you."

Twenty minutes later, Tarin and a now fully clothed Rulin were each dragged by the arm by Brandaer to the dinning hall where a servant hastily threw open the double doors. He came to an abrupt stop upon seeing Ulmo standing in deep conversation with his new foster children, Olórin and Isthel. The three turned as one upon seeing Brandaer holding Tarin and Rulin who were feebly trying to get out of the elf's grip.

"Papa, you are hurting us!" They cried as one, using the rarely used name unless they were in deep trouble.

"Its it too late to perhaps take these two rascals with you, Ulmo?" He asked without any formal greeting as he raised them two inches in the air before the very amused Valar. "I have had enough of their constant pranks and misbehaving within my guild."

"Eru chose you to take the first born istari to nurture and raise them as your own, master Brandaer." Ulmo replied with a twinkled in his light blue eyes while casually eyeing the twins who were turning bright red. "However, I'm sure perhaps a visit from their real father will help remedy any future problems that may arise from Tarin and Rulin. I only have to send a message through the waters to notify within seconds. It's been quite a while since they last saw their father so I'm sure he will be really ecstatic to visit under such circumstances." He added very slowly.

The twins immediately stopped their struggling in their foster father's grip with exact looks of horror came to their faces and eyes. Brandaer did his very best to not openly smile as he released them both at the same time. The twins both dropped to their knees, looking up beechingly up at him with hands folded before their faces as tears of remorse, (or they were desperate enough to cry so that their father didn't end up visiting on terms that he would need to personally reprimand his sons on such a visit. He couldn't tell if they were real or just for show. Either way, he had a fine headache.)

"Please papa!" Cried Tarin. "I promise we will behave this time!"

"Yeah, it wasn't our fault what happened to me!" Rulin added with a hard nod of his head.

"Just don't send us away!" They said in unison, big blue eyes desperately pleading up at the guild master who was by now, having a very hard time containing his own amusement of seeing the sheer desperation on the twins' faces.

"It's not up to me if you two have must deal with the consequences of your own actions." He replied sternly, eyebrows furrowing. "If I hear one more thing that involves you two bringing utter chaos upon this guild, I will not hesitate sending you two packing your bags and leaving on the first docking ship, am I not understood?"

"Yes, papa! Loud and clear!" They cried before scampering off with relief only to stop half way when Ulmo called them back.

The valar motioned a hand towards Olórin and Isthel's way. "I still believe that formal introductions must be made between you two and these new additions. Tarin and Rulin, this is Olórin and his little sister, Isthel. They are your cousins and will be one day serving beside you when you are all grown up."

Olórin being the more friendlier of the two, stepped forward with a hand held out. "I'm sorry about this morning, Rulin." He said sheepishly. "I honestly didn't know she would do that."

A sharp cuff from their foster father sent Rulin forward. He took a hold of the offered hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you and don't worry. Its not often that someone manages to catch me off guard these days."

The younger boy turned towards his sister who was timidly hanging back behind Ulmo's great robes, peeking beneath thick locks of hair that fell over her face. "Sister, come say hello." Olórin coaxed her with a encouraging smile. "They won't bite."

Isthel took the four steps forward until she was peering up into the identical faces of the twins. "Hello, I'm Isthel and I promise to not pull a prank like that every again."

Brandaer let out another sigh, this time more relived that the twins were rapidly accepting Olórin and Isthel as one of their own in a span of a few minutes of talking. He walked over to the dais to pour himself a glass of much needed wine. "Care for some, Lord Ulmo?" He asked while picking up a crystal decanter.

"Sure, a glass won't hurt me." Ulmo eagerly accepted. "Its not like I get to have any back home anyway. That's why I'm always making sure to stop by your guild first to get a few sips."

"Hmm," Brandaer mused while swirling his wine in his cup after handing the valar his own. "Must be the restrictions that your lovely wife puts on your these days. I think you need a man's night out from time to time, my lord."

"Ahh, I so desperately wish such was the case. But I cannot for my job is everlasting for all eternity."

The guild master snorted. So was his every since Eru send his firstborns to him to be raised until they were ready to taking on the second training and trials.

"By the way, where is the other one that you took in as well?" Ulmo was saying while absently watching the four children go off to eat their already cold meal. "I didn't see him upon entering."

"I'm not too sure myself." Brandaer replied while beckoning one of the nearby female servants over. "Have you seen Aiwendil by any chance this morning?" He politely asked a raven haired elleth.

"Yes, guild master." She replied immediately while raising a fair hand to point towards an open window. "I saw him rushing out this morning in naught but his nightshirt, saying that it was imperative that he has to greet the morning seagulls. I tried to stop him however he is much too swift for me to catch."

"And why wasn't I summoned when this occurrence happened?" Brandaer replied sternly. "He has just but arrived as of last night and has no idea of what is what and where is where. Valar, he could have fallen into the sea for all we know."

"I would have sensed that immediately is such is the case, my friend." Ulmo replied with a slightly injured tone."

The elleth gave a curtsy to them both. "Forgive me, guild master." She replied with reddening cheeks. "I would have however it seemed that you and your wife were...er, too occupied to take much notice of my knocking upon your chamber doors this morning. But I did send one of our runner boys after him to keep an eye out for any danger that may befall the boy."

Brandaer's cheeks and the tips of his ears began to turn equal bright red as he realized she was correct. Perhaps he and his dear wife were too into what they were experimenting this morning. He will need to try and tell her to tone it down next time or else the whole island will be gossiping about them. Ulmo choked upon his wine and hide a sharp chuckle behind his fist, glancing over to see if the children were paying attention to the conversation at hand.

Apparently they were not, much to his relief as they were all leaning very dangerously out the edge of the windowsill."Children!" He called out sternly. All four jumped in the air at the sound of his voice. "Finish your breakfast so I can show you about the city and where you will be taking your lessons."

"Okay!" They chores together amid turning back to servants placing fresh bowls of hot porridge with berries and nuts before them.

"Do you think you will be able to handle them?"

"Of course I'll be able to. If I and my wife were able to handle the twins for almost six hundred plus years, what makes you think we won't be able to with these three?"

Ulmo smoothed the front of his robes with a hand while draining his wine glass. "You are very lucky that Aiwendil has a very kind and less mischievous nature for he has always been one for the animals and natural life around him. I'm sure he will serve Yavanna very well as her student when the time comes for him. However his fellow cousins are of all whole different matter."

"How so?" Brandaer dared to laugh at the thought of seeing the four bickering among themselves while they were sailing for Valinior's shores. "What can a brother, a sister and a teenage boy possibly do?"

There was a very long silence before Ulmo finally answered. "The reports that my son had given to me while I allowed them safe passage through the waters during the long journey, had beckon that of several fights breaking out between Olórin and Curumo for no apparent reason or pranks being pulled, much the dismay of the sea elves." His eyes twinkled but his face was grave. "If I were you, be sure to encourage the brother and sister to take tutelage under Nienna and Estë for I have already foreseen that it will play an very important role for them both down the long, winding road ahead. But in the meantime," He concluded. "Continue to be a good example for not only these ones, but for everyone else here. You have a high reputation among the other color ranked guilds, so any petty rivalry that you decide to have will greatly effect your foster children who reside under your care."

"Like I'm not aware of any of this." The guild master rolled his eyes as the hour bell rang out the time, signaling for everyone, except the twins and their cousins, to head out on their various missions and lessons for the day. "It still bothers me why Eru created siblings in the first place. Perhaps it was to mock our parenting skills where he doesn't wish to raise them himself, bur rather dump them upon us innocent elves and laugh while we struggle to keep up with all of them."

"And such is the foresight of our creator." Ulmo laughed. Turning back to the children, he beckoned them with his hand. "If all of you are nice and full, I shall relive your foster father for the day and show you about town. I'm sure Tarin and Rulin is most eager to show you all of their favorite spots about the city."

"What about Aiwendil?" Olórin asked in concern for his cousin. "Will he not be joining us as well?"

"I'll go get him myself and show him about the city." Brandaer volunteered. "I'm sure he's still trying to recover from all the initial shock of being surrounded by so many strangers and the different air. You four go off and have a fun time." He shooed them. "Tarin and Rulin, be sure to stop by the herbal shop on your way home to pick up that remedy cream that your mother needs for her back."

"Yes, Ada!"

Ulmo chuckled as the children began to pull and tug at his robes. "Let me know later how things go after a few months of passed, my friend." He called back to the guild master. "I'll be dying to know how things go by then."

"Not if I die first from all the pranking that's going to be unfolding ten times around here." Brandaer replied to himself as the doors slammed shut. He glanced around the silent room, observing the servants as they swiftly gathered up the dirty dishware and wiped down the tables before going back upstairs to find some suitable clothes to wear out for the day. If Aiwendil was greeting animals at this fine hour of the morning, he knew just where to find him.