Unforeseen Consequence
A Lord of the Rings story by Deana Lisi
Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas, Aragorn, Elrond, or the twins.

Hey everyone! Here's my new snippet! It took me a while to decide which one to post--as I have quite a few, lol--and I chose this one because it's...well...different than my usual stories! I'm sure you'll love it! Thanks for reading! Chapter 1 of 'Eye of the Storm' will be posted this week!

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Elrond stood, startled when the door to his bedchamber loudly banged open. When he saw who was standing there, he frowned with surprise. "Legolas! What is wrong?"

The Mirkwood Prince stood in the doorway, breathing heavily, hair mussed and his eyes glassy and huge. "Where is it!" he exclaimed.

Elrond watched in shock as Legolas started darting around the room. "Where is what?"

Legolas didn't answer, muttering almost deliriously as he opened drawers, looked under the bed and inside the closet, sticking his hands in all the pockets of Elrond's tunics and robes.

Elrond stood and hurried over to the elf, alarmed at his odd behavior. Before he reached him, Legolas turned, having not found what he was looking for.

Legolas stared at Elrond, before suddenly lunging at him.

Elrond stumbled back as the younger elf grabbed him, looking in all his pockets. "Legolas! What are you looking for!"

"How many pockets do you have!" Legolas whined, nearly pushing the other elf to the floor. "And which one is it in!"

"Which pocket is WHAT in!" Elrond nearly screamed.

Legolas suddenly pulled a large bottle out of one of the older elf's many pockets, but his triumphant expression turned into one of defeat, and then surprise. "Glorfindel was looking for this!" Shrugging, he tossed it.

Elrond gasped and reached out to grab the bottle of First Age Gondolin wine, before trying to pull away from Legolas to hide it under his pillow.

Legolas wouldn't let go, tripping Elrond, who fell flat on the floor. He continued to search the healer, as Elrond suddenly chuckled.

"Stop!" Elrond exclaimed, trying to get away. "You are tickling me, you insane elf!"

"Then tell me where it is!" Legolas cried. Suddenly, it appeared as if he'd lost his strength, and he stopped, slumping against the side of the bed.

"Where is WHAT!" Elrond exclaimed, sitting up and scooting as far from Legolas as possible.

"The tea! The tea, tea, tea, tea, tea!"

"Tea?" said Elrond, confused. "You can get tea in any of the kitchens!"

"Noooo!" Legolas whined, loudly. "I mean your tea. YOUR tea!"

Elrond just sat on the floor, staring at Legolas. When he realized what the Prince was saying, his eyes bugged out of his head. "Do you mean to tell me that you NEED my tea? You cannot cope in life without it?" he exclaimed.

"Yes!" said Legolas, his words nearly a sob. "I NEED it! Please!"

Elrond stood and quickly crossed to the younger elf, placing a comforting hand on his head.

"I need it!" Legolas whined, remaining slumped against the bed. "Right nooooooow!"

Elrond could hardly believe his pointed ears. I have fed him that tea so much through his life, that he has become dependent on it!

Legolas sniffed.

Elrond sat on the bed, his hand still on Legolas' head. What am I to do? I cannot feed his dependence, but I cannot let him suffer!

Before he could decide what to do, there was a sudden noise in the hall.

"Legolas!" Aragorn's voice called. "Did you get it?"

Legolas sniffed again. "No!" he shouted.

"What!" Aragorn exclaimed.

Suddenly the door opened again, and all three of Elrond's sons ran in.

"Where is it?" Elladan and Elrohir both exclaimed.

Elrond gasped, leaping to his feet. "No! Not you three also!"

Aragorn nodded, his eyes looking glazed. "Yes, ada! We need your tea!"

Legolas whimpered, covering his face.

"See what you have done?" Aragorn continued, pointing to the blond elf. "You drugged us senseless too many times, ada! Look what it has done to us!"

"It is not my fault that you all have been injured so many times!" Elrond exclaimed, staring at his sons with despair, as they all started walking towards him.

"Tea!" Elrohir said.

"Tea!" said Elladan.

"Tea!" said Aragorn.

"Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeea!" wailed Legolas, from the floor.

Elrond suddenly backed against the wall, and everything abruptly turned black.

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Opening his eyes, Elrond gasped loudly. Before he had a chance to think, he was up and running out the door. He came to a room and burst in, startling the person lying in the bed and the other person standing above him. "No!" he shouted.

Aragorn gasped when his father grabbed the cup that he'd been about to give to Legolas. "Ada?" he said.

"Legolas cannot have this!" Elrond exclaimed. "I will not allow it!"

Legolas looked up from where he lay, blinking groggily.

"Ada," said Aragorn, worriedly. "Are you all right?" He saw that his father was in his nightclothes, and hadn't even put on a robe. "Did you have some kind of nightmare?"

Elrond blinked, looking at the cup, and then at Legolas again. Suddenly everything came back to him, and he realized that it had been, in fact, a dream.

Aragorn walked towards his father and took the cup back. "Is there anything wrong with this tea, ada?"

Elrond looked at him, shaking his head before looking at Legolas again. "No, nothing. Let him have it."

Aragorn smiled and went back to Legolas, gently helping him drink it.

Legolas drank the tea, painfully sighing as Aragorn laid him down again. He reached out with his right hand to hold his left arm, which was bandaged from shoulder to fingers, thanks to a run-in with orcs.

"What did you dream, ada?" Aragorn asked, staring at his father.

Elrond quickly shook his head. "Nothing...ah...I do not recall; it has left my memory. No matter; since you are in good hands, Legolas, I will bid you goodnight."

"Goodnight," Legolas mumbled, drifting off to sleep, thanks to the tea's effects.

"Goodnight, ada," said Aragorn.

Elrond smiled a little shakily, before leaving the room again. "No more pickled turnips before bedtime!" he mumbled to himself.

THE END

Was that as hilarious as I think it was? LOL