Legolas groaned as Elrohir threw yet another pillow at his twin, who ducked, allowing the pillow to smack Aragorn in the face. "Will you two ever cease your childishness?"
The twins froze, turning to stare at Legolas, appalled. "Legolas, you have turned into your ada!" Elrohir cried.
Elladan launched himself at Legolas, shaking him desparately. "Mellon-nin do not allow him to corrupt you, free yourself from his clutches!" Elladan yelled, before Legolas threw him off the sofa.
"Are you guys alright in there...?" Glorfindel called worriedly, from where he stood in the kitchen.
"I believe Dan and Ro are attempting to rescue Legolas from Thranduil." Aragorn said, staring with one brow raised as Legolas leapt onto Elladan, Elrohir following suit.
There was a long silence from the kitchen before Glorfindel replied. "Alright then..."
The three elves wrestled on the floor for about ten minutes before Glorfindel brought the food in, a large pot of pasta. The three instantly got back into their seats at the sight of Glorfindel, eager to eat.
"Um, I'm pretty sure we never had anything like this back then so I guess this will be an adventure for all of you..." Glorfindel said as he started dishing out the food.
"I love adventures!" Elladan cried excitedly, eagerly grabbing his plate from Glorfindel's hands.
Glorfindel narrowed his eyes. "Yes, we know you do."
Everyone ate their food in relative silence, which Glorfindel did not at all mind, knowing he was not going to get a lot of it for a while.
The phone rang, causing the four to jump, Aragorn nearly dropping his plate.
"What is that!" Aragorn asked, wide eyed as he stared around.
"It's just the phone, be right back." Glorfindel said, hurrying into the other room to grab the phone. He returned five minutes later, his jacket in hand. "I'm really sorry, but they need me down at the station, I wouldn't go unless it was an emergency! Stay here, don't touch anything, and do not eat my cat!" And then he was gone, leaving the four completely unattended.
The first moments after the door slammed ominously shut were filled with silence. Finally though, it was broken, as Aragorn peered over his plate at Elladan's food. "Are you going to finish that?" He asked.
The elf scowled slightly, but slid his half eaten food towards his brother.
Eventually finishing, the four stared awkwardly at each other.
"What now...?" Elladan asked.
"Should we clean up?" Elrohir wondered, pensively.
"He said not to touch anything." Legolas observed.
The four continued to stare at each other. Elladan began to drum his fingers on the table.
Elrohir stood up. "I'm bored." he announced. Elladan followed. "Me too."
Aragorn looked at them, then Legolas, then also stood and left the table.
Elrohir went off into one room, Elladan following, presumably to find something interesting. Aragorn wandered in the opposite direction, announcing that he was gonna see if he could find anything at all familiar.
Legolas stared after them all. "He said not to touch anything!" He reminded them.
Elladan waved him off from the other room. "But he never told us when he was coming back. We can't be expected to simply sit around waiting for him to return."
Legolas only looked more concerned, making the twins laugh. Finally he gave up and left his seat at the table, deciding to find where Aragorn had wandered off to.
Within minutes, there came a crash from the bedroom. The twins stared at each other over the smashed pieces of glass lying all over the floor before them.
"I did not do that." Elrohir said firmly.
"It just fell." Elladan agreed, nodding.
"On it's own." Elrohir quickly hid his slightly singed and bleeding fingers behind his back. The two of them scampered out of the room at the sound of alarmed screeching, and found Legolas standing in the middle of what they already knew was the kitchen, water dripping from his face and hair. The entire front of his tunic was soaked. He sputtered a bit at them when they came into the room.
The drenching wet elf was trying to fend of a loudly cackling Ranger who was holding something in his hand that was shooting water at the elf. Soon enough the two of them were equally soaked and rolling across the kitchen floor. Stepping back quietly, not wanting to be noticed, the twins were almost out of the room when there was a loud crack and water exploded everywhere.
Elrond paused suddenly, midstep, on his way to his study, and gave his wife a deeply confused look. "I just got the strangest feeling... that I should call Glorfindel." He spoke slowly.
Celebrian glanced up from her computer and furrowed her brows at him. "Now? You haven't spoken to him in such a long time..."
Elrond frowned. "It has been a while, hasn't it? I don't mean to let these things happen, I just get so busy..."
His wife nodded in understanding. "You still have his number, of course?"
Elrond nodded. "Yes, I still keep all the files as up-to-date as I can. We've already seen firsthand how dangerous it can be to lose track of each other completely. I haven't contacted him in…. years now." He took a moment to look ashamed. "But I still know where to find him." Reaching for his desk phone, he dialed Glorfindel's number.
It rung so many times he worried there would be no answer, but finally, on the last ring, someone picked up. Before Elrond could speak a single word, his speaker was filled with screaming and he had to hold the phone away from his ear. Easing it back into position, he tried to focus on what could be heard. Through the phone came the sounds of eerily familiar screeching, and distant muffled shouting. The voices were too muffled and far away to recognize, yet they still filled him with a deep sense of foreboding and anticipation. He tried speaking a few times, but it was obvious there was nobody listening on the other end. He gingerly hung the phone back up and turned to Celebrian with an unreadable expression on his face.
"I think he's drunk."