Disclaimer: I never have, nor in all likelihood ever will own anything, so, in the words of Erestor… STOP PESTERING ME!

Erestor awoke. 'Now what,' he wondered, 'am I doing in here?' 'Here' was his room, and to the best of his knowledge, he had never lost his memory before, so why…oh, Valar…"GLORFINDEL!"

Glorfindel heard Erestor's enraged yell all the way down the hall in his rooms, where he was busy with the much-needed job of cleaning out Erestor's wardrobe and grinned. It appeared he was awake.

"GLORFINDEL! If you do not let me out of my room this instant, I will be forced to–"

It also appeared that he had discovered his locked door as well. Glorfindel began to sing happily, drowning out Erestor's voice as he sorted wearable clothing from the non-wearable.

"GLORFINDEL! I WILL tell Lord Elrond about this, and rest assured, he WILL take measures! This is completely undignified and inexcusable behavior, and if you even THINK that –"

"Mellon nin, all of Rivendell agrees with me on the fact that you need new clothes." Glorfindel was now standing outside Erestor's doorway . He too was shouting in hopes that Erestor would hear him.

"You CANNOT lock me in my room like a misbehaving elfling!"

"But mellon nin, it was not I who locked you in your room."

"But you told whoever did to do so!"

"And what makes you say that?"

"Mîbo orch! I know you TOO well." A moment and then, "and the fact that my ENTIRE wardrobe is now missing was a dead giveaway."

"Yes, I suppose that did sort of give it away." Glorfindel said nonchalantly. "But do we really have to insult each other? Go kiss an orc? Honestly, Erestor..."

"I will continue to insult you until such time you release me from this room! And another thing! If you even THINK about throwing away ANY of my robes, not even the halls of Mandos will be safe for you when I get out!"

"Threats, now? I thought we knew each other too well for this sort of thing."

"You really did go a little too far, locking him up in his own room." A new voice said

"LORD ELROND! Thank the Valar! Please make Glorfindel release me from this room!"

"However, now that you have him captive, and his wardrobe is in your hands, it would be a pity to waste such a golden opportunity."

"WHAT?! Lord Elrond, please tell me you don't agree with this ridiculous scheme!"

"But I do, advisor. You must be appropriately dressed for our guests from Mirkwood. This alliance must succeed."

"And what is so important that you must lock me up in my room?"

Elrond sighed. "We need to make a good impression. Thranduil and I are not always the best of friends, and I may need him in the future."

"That is not good enough!"

"Please, advisor, this is difficult enough."

"No alliance should be worth my FREEDOM!"

"How is your freedom connected to this in any matter?" Elrond seemed honestly perplexed.

"I am LOCKED in my own ROOM! And you ask how this affects my freedom?!"

"Ah yes, there is that little fact. But Glorfindel will release you as soon as the seamstress has finished making your new robes."

"I will not have GLORFINDEL as a jailer!"

"You know, Elrond, I think that perhaps someone else should be given the job as well. I haven't finished cleaning out Erestor's wardrobe yet, and that really needs to be done. Perhaps Elladan or Elrohir would willingly guard him, after all, he was their tutor, and they might regard it as a sort of ironic revenge."

"Well, if you think so, but I'm not sure about Elrohir. Perhaps Elladan would be a better candidate."

"That might work. I will go find him."

Glorfindel stood outside Elladan's room and knocked. The sound of harps was heard and Lindir's voice was saying, "Yes! I think that we have it down. Now just remember that the third chord is a..." Glorfindel knocked again.

"Yes? Who is it?"

"Tis Glorfindel, may I enter?"

"Of course, come right in."

Glorfindel did so. "Your Adar and I have a dilemma."

"And that would be...." Elrond's eldest said.

"We need someone to stand outside Erestor's room and make sure he doesn't leave while Elrond and I are busy cleaning out Erestor's wardrobe and forcing him to wear the new robes that the seamstress is making. We thought that perhaps you could…"

Elladan glanced at Lindir who told them, "I think we have it down well enough, go ahead."

"Hannon le, Master Lindir, it should not be too long and you will probably have more time to practice before the feast." Glorfindel bowed, and Elladan followed him out of the doorway and down the hall to Erestor's room where Elrond was still trying to reason with his angry advisor.

"…Erestor, this is not a misuse of friendship, we are doing this for your own good, out of the kindness of our hearts."

"Yours maybe, but Glorfindel most definitely is NOT!"

"How could you doubt me in such a way, mellon nin?" Glorfindel asked, drawing closer to the door.

"HOW could I DOUBT you?! Saes, Glorfindel, let me explain: first, you bother me about this nonsense when I am working. THEN, you have the gall to go and tell Elrond about it. Who then happens to support your idea of putting some drugs to make me sleep in my lunch, and LOCKING me in my own ROOM! You also deceived me into eating the lunch by making me feel guilty! Have I left anything out?"

"Well, actually..." Glorfindel began while at the same time Elladan said,

"I have been locked in my room many times."

"Elladan, is that you?"

"Yes."

"Good. Would you please tell these two mad Elves to LET ME OUT?"

"Well, I would, but they have already left."

Erestor considered this for a moment before saying, "Typical. Now lean in closer to the door. There is something I need to ask you."

Elladan did so. "Yes?"

"Tell me, what do you know about the fine art of picking locks?"

Elladan grinned.

A/N Thank you to Ellen again for being the beta to whom we all bow!! Go read her fics! They are wonderful! Under the penname Luna-Stella! Read them or I won't update (chap 7 since I'm already at chapter 6)!

ELVISH TRANSLATIONS:

Mellon nin = my friend

Saes = please

Mîbo orch! = go kiss an orc!

Hannon le = thank you