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A/N: I have decided to add an epilogue to this story and dedicate it to PuterPatty. (She will know why when she reads it!)
Epilogue.
Elrond watched as the red-gold fingers of the last rays of the setting sun gently caressed the treetops, welcoming the twilight of evening. Even though it had been several weeks since his sons had returned from Lorien, there had been no untoward incidents, and no irate weapons masters, cooks or parents of maids to deal with. Rivendell remained calm, peaceful much to Elrond's relief.
Turning to Glorfindel, who stood in silent contemplation beside his friend, Elrond said, "It seems that the spate of practical jokes is over, thank the Valar. I had hoped that the twins would heed Celeborn's words."
"Oh, I think it has more to do with them not wanting to become the subjects of another one of YOUR pranks," he replied laughing merrily. Elrond could not help but smile at that,
"As long as they have learned their lesson. Speaking of which, have you finished trying to teach the trouble -makers some elven morality and etiquette?"
"Yes, but I do not guarantee that their behaviour will remain as good as it has been recently."
"We can only hope" Elrond replied as the bell chimed for the evening meal and they made their way to the dining hall.
Elrond was pleased to note that Arwen and some of her friends had taken charge of entertaining Legolas. He had returned to continue his study of Quenya, and Elrond was becoming concerned that he was far too serious. Apparently he was so only when studying, for at present he appeared to be thoroughly enjoying being the centre of attention. Elrond found himself thinking that the prince would be a much more 'suitable' match for his daughter, than Estel. He shook his head in resignation for he knew that eventually he would lose Arwen to Estel, even with his formidable powers, that battle of the heart was not one he could win.
As he took his seat at is usual table, Elrond asked his sons, "why are you two not dining with that merry group over there" inclining his head in the direction of the table where Arwen and Legolas sat.
"Perhaps the young prince does not wish to share his admirers?" teased Glorfindel.
"We would rather be associated with the more mature members of Rivendell" Elrohir responded haughtily. Glorfindel laughed out loud,
"Since when? You do not fool me, young lord has something happened to cause you to avoid our guest?" Elladan and Elrohir exchanged worried looks, Glorfindel could not possible have found them out. Could he? Elrond noted the frowns on both their faces, and although he knew he would regret it, he said sternly,
"I think one of you had better tell me what you have done to Legolas. I assume you took your revenge for the spider incident?"
"Go ahead, Elladan" said Elrohir. His brother shot him an angry look but proceeded with the tale.
"We told Legolas that the pool in the garden where the willows grow is an 'enchanted pool' with waters that ease tired muscles and provides a feeling of well-being when you swim in it."
"There are no enchanted pools in my gardens," Elrond interrupted.
"We know that, but he did not. Any way, we also told him that the spell only worked if you were naked." Glorfindel rolled his eyes,
"You left him in the water and stole his clothes" he surmised. "Not very original."
"Yes, but we also knew that Arwen and her friends were going to swim there that day, at about the same time we were there with Legolas." They both started laughing as Elrohir described how they had hidden nearby to watch the mortified look on the prince's face as he heard the maids approaching. He had quickly swam to the bank and looked for his clothes, to no avail. As the maids entered the garden along the only pathway, his only option was to stand behind one of the bushes, which afforded some cover for his dignity.
"No wonder he does not wish to have anything to do with you, he must have been very embarrassed" Elrond said, trying hard not to laugh at the image of a naked prince, a bush and several young she-elfs. So much for Glorfindel's morality lessons!
"Oh, he actually was quite good about it all, when we finally had a chance to speak to him," Elrohir said with a hint of sarcasm. "He thanked us for providing him with an opportunity for becoming better acquainted with Arwen's friends."
"Unfortunately, they felt sorry for him, and apologised for OUR behaviour. They thought he looked "really cute standing there all wet and unclothed", and invited him to dine with them tonight." Elladan said sourly, "We received no such invitation, all we received was a scolding from Arwen."
Glorfindel and Elrond were highly amused, "I am glad that there is at least one elf in Middle Earth who is immune to your pranks, apparently it is very difficult to best a Wood Elf" said Glorfindel. "However, I thought this nonsense was at an end?" Elrond merely sighed in exasperation, so much for peace and quiet, he had enjoyed it while it lasted
A/N: I have decided to add an epilogue to this story and dedicate it to PuterPatty. (She will know why when she reads it!)
Epilogue.
Elrond watched as the red-gold fingers of the last rays of the setting sun gently caressed the treetops, welcoming the twilight of evening. Even though it had been several weeks since his sons had returned from Lorien, there had been no untoward incidents, and no irate weapons masters, cooks or parents of maids to deal with. Rivendell remained calm, peaceful much to Elrond's relief.
Turning to Glorfindel, who stood in silent contemplation beside his friend, Elrond said, "It seems that the spate of practical jokes is over, thank the Valar. I had hoped that the twins would heed Celeborn's words."
"Oh, I think it has more to do with them not wanting to become the subjects of another one of YOUR pranks," he replied laughing merrily. Elrond could not help but smile at that,
"As long as they have learned their lesson. Speaking of which, have you finished trying to teach the trouble -makers some elven morality and etiquette?"
"Yes, but I do not guarantee that their behaviour will remain as good as it has been recently."
"We can only hope" Elrond replied as the bell chimed for the evening meal and they made their way to the dining hall.
Elrond was pleased to note that Arwen and some of her friends had taken charge of entertaining Legolas. He had returned to continue his study of Quenya, and Elrond was becoming concerned that he was far too serious. Apparently he was so only when studying, for at present he appeared to be thoroughly enjoying being the centre of attention. Elrond found himself thinking that the prince would be a much more 'suitable' match for his daughter, than Estel. He shook his head in resignation for he knew that eventually he would lose Arwen to Estel, even with his formidable powers, that battle of the heart was not one he could win.
As he took his seat at is usual table, Elrond asked his sons, "why are you two not dining with that merry group over there" inclining his head in the direction of the table where Arwen and Legolas sat.
"Perhaps the young prince does not wish to share his admirers?" teased Glorfindel.
"We would rather be associated with the more mature members of Rivendell" Elrohir responded haughtily. Glorfindel laughed out loud,
"Since when? You do not fool me, young lord has something happened to cause you to avoid our guest?" Elladan and Elrohir exchanged worried looks, Glorfindel could not possible have found them out. Could he? Elrond noted the frowns on both their faces, and although he knew he would regret it, he said sternly,
"I think one of you had better tell me what you have done to Legolas. I assume you took your revenge for the spider incident?"
"Go ahead, Elladan" said Elrohir. His brother shot him an angry look but proceeded with the tale.
"We told Legolas that the pool in the garden where the willows grow is an 'enchanted pool' with waters that ease tired muscles and provides a feeling of well-being when you swim in it."
"There are no enchanted pools in my gardens," Elrond interrupted.
"We know that, but he did not. Any way, we also told him that the spell only worked if you were naked." Glorfindel rolled his eyes,
"You left him in the water and stole his clothes" he surmised. "Not very original."
"Yes, but we also knew that Arwen and her friends were going to swim there that day, at about the same time we were there with Legolas." They both started laughing as Elrohir described how they had hidden nearby to watch the mortified look on the prince's face as he heard the maids approaching. He had quickly swam to the bank and looked for his clothes, to no avail. As the maids entered the garden along the only pathway, his only option was to stand behind one of the bushes, which afforded some cover for his dignity.
"No wonder he does not wish to have anything to do with you, he must have been very embarrassed" Elrond said, trying hard not to laugh at the image of a naked prince, a bush and several young she-elfs. So much for Glorfindel's morality lessons!
"Oh, he actually was quite good about it all, when we finally had a chance to speak to him," Elrohir said with a hint of sarcasm. "He thanked us for providing him with an opportunity for becoming better acquainted with Arwen's friends."
"Unfortunately, they felt sorry for him, and apologised for OUR behaviour. They thought he looked "really cute standing there all wet and unclothed", and invited him to dine with them tonight." Elladan said sourly, "We received no such invitation, all we received was a scolding from Arwen."
Glorfindel and Elrond were highly amused, "I am glad that there is at least one elf in Middle Earth who is immune to your pranks, apparently it is very difficult to best a Wood Elf" said Glorfindel. "However, I thought this nonsense was at an end?" Elrond merely sighed in exasperation, so much for peace and quiet, he had enjoyed it while it lasted