Thank you NirCele and Pip the Dark Lord of All for your reviews. :-) I feel sorry for Lindir (and Erestor, not to mention the cook) in this chapter, but you know the twins, I couldn't help it. Anyway, have fun reading!

"YAAAHH!" Elladan shrieked running down the hall, followed closely by his twin. Nearby an elf's mouth dropped open at the sight of the soaking, half-naked elflings. Not far behind an equally wet Celebrían ran after them. She looked quite frantic, her long silvery-golden hair flying behind her.

Suddenly Elladan slammed into a body, he looked up to see Elrond; giving him a sheepish smile.

"Well, at least they are clean," Elrond told his wife, as she came to a stop; grabbing Elrohir and picking him up.

"Mostly," she replied. "It will take a couple days to get all the ink off Elrohir."

"I think these two have too much time on their little hands," Elrond said. He turned as he saw the minstrel walking down the hall.

"Lindir!"

The unfortunate Lindir froze, and slowly turned to face him. "Yes, Lord Elrond?" He tried to edge backwards, and slip away unnoticed.

"Come here."

Lindir walked toward the four, a reluctant look on his face.

"These two need something to do, so I have decided you can teach them to play the flute."

Lindir just stared at him, eyes wide. "B – but what about Glorfindel?"

"Oh, they will have plenty of time to be with Glorfindel," Elrond informed them. "Are you busy at the moment?"

"Uh...y –"

"Good. Elladan, Elrohir, go with Lindir, he will be teaching you to play the flute."

"Yes, Ada," the twins replied. They slipped out of their parents' arms and ran up to Lindir.

"Behave," Celebrían told them, as she and Elrond turned to leave.

The twins just grinned, and ran after Lindir who was quickly walking away.

"Are you trying to leave us?" Elrohir asked.

"Why would I do that?" Lindir asked, looking at them oddly out of the corner of his eyes.

"I don't know, why don't you tell us?"

"Stay here," Lindir said, as he stopped outside a room. The two stopped, and waited as Lindir rushed into the room. A minute later he returned carrying three flutes, a silver one with an elegant design; the other two looked like they had been hacked at with a knife. He handed each of the twins one, and they beamed up at him.

"Thank you, Lin."

"Don't call me that," Lindir said blankly.

"What about, 'Dir', or 'In'?" Elladan asked.

"Oh, let's call him 'I'!" Elrohir exclaimed.

"Yes!" His twin agreed.

Lindir ignored them, and continued on out to the warm sunlight. He found a place by the fountain, and motioned for the twins to sit in front of him. Elladan and Elrohir plopped down on the ground, and looked up at him.

"Hold them like this," Lindir instructed, bringing the flute up to his mouth.

The twins threw their flutes at each other.

"I'm thirsty," Elrohir complained.

"Go get a drink then," Lindir told him.

Elrohir jumped up and ran off, leaving Elladan staring up at the minstrel. Lindir glanced around nervously, then picked up his flute and started playing. A grin spread across Elladan's face, and he grabbed Elrohir's flute, and blew. There wasn't a sound. He threw it.

Lindir gasped and jumped up, running to pick it up. "Do not throw instruments!" he exclaimed to the elfling.

"But it won't play!"

"Yes it will." Lindir demonstrated by blowing across the hole, a sweet sound filled the air (not as good as Lindir's flute), and Elladan started clapping.

"I want to play!" he said, running up to Lindir.

Lindir handed him the flute, then sat down, setting his flute down next to him. Elrohir came running up, and kicked Elladan in the leg.

"OW!" he yelped, hopping up and down on one leg. Lindir jumped up and grabbed Elladan before he went into attack mode on Elrohir. As he did so, Elrohir ran over and grabbed Lindir's flute.

"No!" Lindir exclaimed, letting go of Elladan and grabbing for the other elfling. Elrohir dodged as Lindir tried to grab at the flute, and crashed into his twin. The flute flew straight up into the air, and Lindir gasped, his hands going out to catch it. Luckily, he caught it, and let out a sigh.

"Sit!" he commanded the twins. Elladan and Elrohir immediately plopped down, not used to hearing Lindir sound this way. Lindir closed his eyes briefly, and took in a deep breath. "Now, hold your flute like this. And blow." Lindir blew on his own flute, and a confused look came over his face.

He blew again, still not sound. He blew harder, and harder. Frustrated, he blew as hard as he could, and heard a squeak. Then flower petals flew out of the bottom of it. Lindir just looked distraught; he looked at the twins, then got up and walked off.

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"ADA!"

Elladan and Elrohir burst into Elrond's study; he glanced up from his desk to see the two grinning widely.

"I can play the flute!" Elladan exclaimed proudly.

Elrond looked pleased. Lindir's lesson must have gone well. Elladan raised the flute up, and blew sharply. It let out a loud screech! Elrond tried his best not to clamp his hands over his ears. He grinned tightly at the two.

"Yes, wonderful." He probably killed every bird within a one-mile radius.

Elladan was about to play again, when Lindir burst in. He marched up to the twins, grabbed the flutes, and stormed out. Slamming the door behind him. Elrond was still recovering from Elladan's music, and just blinked.

"""

"Glorfindel, will you take us swimming?"

"You have to ask your –"

"We already did," Elrohir said.

"Fine then, go get ready, and I'll get a horse."

The twins eagerly ran off, while Glorfindel went to saddle up his horse, stopping by Elrond's study to confirm what the twins had told him. Within a few minutes, Glorfindel sat on his horse, a twin in front and behind him.

"Go fast!" Elladan cheered.

"No," Glorfindel replied. "I won't have you falling off like last time."

"But that was fun!"

"No, it wasn't. You broke your arm."

"It wasn't broken," Elladan said.

"Yes it was," Elrohir shot back.

"How would you know?!"

"The bone was sticking out!"

"Was not!"

By the time the twins stopped arguing, they had arrived at their destination. With a yell of excitement, the two jumped off the horse, and ran toward the water.

"Can you teach us to dive?" Elrohir asked, right before jumping in the water. Elladan jumped in after him, and a flock of ducks took off seemingly appearing from nowere. Glorfindel watched them for a minute, before they started begging him to teach them to dive.

"Follow me," Glorfindel said, leading them up to a good size rock that over hung a deep part of the pool. He showed them how to hold their hands, and place them up over their head. "Then…" He demonstrated by jumping in. The twins stared down at where he had disappeared; the water calmed, but no Glorfindel.

"Where did he go?" Elrohir asked in a whisper.

"I don't know."

"Maybe we should go find him."

"Yes, let's."

The twins were about to jump in, when they heard a voice behind them.

"You didn't even think to wait for me?"

"Glorfindel!" The twins cheered at seeing the Balrog-slayer.

The faux-insulted look left the Elf Lord's face. "Who's going first?"

"Me!" Elladan exclaimed. He grinned up at Glorfindel, just as Elrohir leapt in. "No fair!" He yelled at his twin, jumping in after him. Glorfindel shook his head. So much for a dive. He was about to dive in after them, when he saw something from the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he saw Erestor. What was he doing here? Changing his mind on going after the twins, he lightly jumped off the rock and headed down. As he reached the bottom he grabbed his outer robe he had left nearby, and tossed it over his shoulder. Best not to leave out with the twins around, or Erestor possibly still wanting to get him back for the prank.

"Erestor, what a surprise," Glorfindel greeted.

Erestor turned, his face blank for a moment, then he blinked. "Oh, yes. Lord Elrond –" He stopped as he realized something. "Where are Elladan and Elrohir?"

"Swimming," Glorfindel replied.

Erestor glanced around, and not seeing them, walked closer to the water. "Where again?"

"They were just right –" Glorfindel trailed off, trying to hide a grin. "I'm sure they're around her somewhere."

"That is not a good answer!" Erestor exclaimed. "Lord Elrond will be seriously –"

He was cut off as a flash of dark-haired elflings charged toward him; he started to move, but was too late. Elladan and Elrohir crashed into him, throwing him backwards. Right into the cool blue water.

"""

Two grinning elflings looked up at a shivering Erestor. He scowled back down at them, and tugged at his black garment. "That was not fun!" he snapped, from an earlier conversation.

"You never go swimming," Elrohir said.

"I take baths," Erestor said.

"But that's boring," Elladan informed him.

"When you get older you'll understand."

"Only if you're like Erestor," Glorfindel said, coming up beside them. Erestor immediately turned and hurried off to change out of the soaking clothes. Elrond came walking toward them, glancing over at the retreating councilor.

"Glorfindel I need you to –" He paused as he saw the twins looking at him expectantly. "You two go find your Nana, she had something for you to do."

The twins stood there for a second, then trotted off, stopping to look back at the two Lords. Elrond glowered at them, and they ran off.

"Nana!" Elrohir yelled, as they approached Celebrían's room.

"Shh, there is no need for you to be loud," Celebrían said, appearing behind the two. The twins jumped, and smiled up at Celebrían.

"We're hungry," Elladan informed her.

"And thirsty," Elrohir added.

"Good." Celebrían had a secretive sort of grin on her face. "Come along," she said, leading the way.

Elladan and Elrohir ran along behind her, chattering to her as they went. "And he went like this!" Elladan demonstrated Erestor falling into the water, sending his twin into a burst of giggles. Celebrían just smiled, and turned a corner as they headed toward the kitchen. The twins ran ahead, bursting into the large room. Then turned, confused, to Celebrían.

"Where's the food?" Elrohir asked.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Celebrían replied. The cook came walking up, and Celebrían greeted her as she did so.

"You are going to help clean the floor," Celebrían replied. "After that prank with the food, and the mess with the wine, I think you need to make up for it."

Elrohir stuck out his bottom lip, "But Nana, that wasn't a prank. We were helping."

Celebrían smiled at the twins sweetly. "Yes, and you will help again."

"Will we get to eat?" Elladan asked.

"Yes," Celebrían replied.

"Yay!" The boys cheered, running into the kitchen, then grabbing random items and throwing them at each other.

"Elladan! Elrohir!"

The twins turned to face Celebrían. "That is not how you clean."

"Oh."

"Now pick all of that up."

The brothers picked up the stuck they had thrown at each other and placed it in a pile. "Can we eat now?" Elladan asked.

"No. I want you to do everything she tells you. Got it?"

The twins nodded.

"Good." Celebrían turned to leave, and said to the cook as she did, "Good luck."

As Celebrían vanished, the twins just stared up at the cook. "What do we do?" Elrohir asked.

The cook grabbed a mop, and bucket of water. "Follow me."

The first five minutes went peaceful, for having the twins around. Until Elladan decided he didn't want to share his mop.

"It's my turn!" Elrohir exclaimed.

"No!" Elladan jerked the mop away, and plopped the wet rag side down on the floor. Then started running around while pushing it, Elrohir screaming while chasing after his twin. The cook just sat on the counter, watching the two. And glancing toward the entrance to make her escape.

Elrohir suddenly came to a stop, glaring at Elladan. Elladan smirked at him. "Ha! You –" He stopped when Elrohir picked up the bucket of dirty water, which was surprising since it was almost as big as him. Then he ran toward Elladan, who turned and stumbled into a counter.

Elladan let out a shriek as Elrohir poured the water on him. Elrohir dropped the bucket, and dove toward the mop Elladan had dropped. Elladan stood there for a moment, fuming. Elrohir cheerfully started mopping the floor, being the sweetest little elfling for about ten seconds. Then he was slammed to the floor.

The cook ran.

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