Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
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Kellie: "Montezuma's Revenge?" I know I've heard the term before, but the meaning just isn't
popping into my head. :(
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eGGo: *snerk* Well, you've got a nasty mind! Don't worry; that's a good thing! ;)
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Aeroth: Well, this is a "humor" fic, so... *g*
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Himlaithiel: Thanks! Glad you're liking it so far! ;)
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AngelsFall: You get to find out this chapter just what I'm doing to them! Enjoy!
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Sun Queen: Glad you linke my Elrond & Glorfindel stories. They're so much fun to write! And as
for your theory, you're... hey, wait! I can't tell yet! Guess you'll have to read on, hmm? ;)
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Help save a plotbunny: review! ;)
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Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 2
Elrond and Glorfindel were walking in the moonligt garden in the chill of the fading night,
followed closely by a concerned Elladan and Elrohir.
For the sixth time that night, Elrond sighed in frustration and stopped walking, then turned to
face his sons.
"For the last time," he said in exasperation. "I am quite all right, as is Glorfindel. There is
no reason for you to continue to follow us like this."
"But, Father, we are concerned for you," Elladan said. "You were the only two so stricken."
"Perhaps so," Elrond conceded. "But we are well now."
"For how long? Father, you told us yourself that you didn't know what had happened. How can you
be so certain that it will not happen again, worse than before?" Elrohir said. "If something
were to happen-"
"Nothing is going to happen, Elrohir," Elrond said. "I am happy that you are so concerned for me,
but I assure you that I am now quite well."
"But for how long?" Elladan asked as grey false-dawn light spread across the land, though much of
Rivendell remained in shadow.
"Enough!" Glorfindel said. "As my Lord said, we are both quite well."
Just then, the Sun peeked her firey edge over the mountains on the horizon.
Elrond and Glorfindel both stiffened abruptly in shocked pain, brief, quickly choked-off cries of
pain escaping them.
Even as the twins hurried forward, the two great Elven lords fell limp to the dew-wet grass.
Then Elladan and Elrohir arrived at the side of the collapsed Elf-lords, who were just beginning
to stir from their positions on the ground. Their clothes seemed to have grown many sizes in the
past moments. Then the twins gasped in shock as the truth of the matter revealed itself... or
rather, *themselves*.
Sitting up slowly in the great puddles of loose clothing, yawning widely as if just now coming
awake, were two young Elves. Two *very* young Elves. Rather, one Elf and one Half-Elf.
As the twins stood there staring at the two, disbelieving shock running through them, the two
young ones looked to them with bright eyes and giggled.
The Elflings then stood, the overlarge clothing falling effortlessly from the small bodies. They
giggled at the twins one last time, then turned and ran away deeper into Rivendell, nude as the
day they were born.
"F-Father?" Elladan managed to stutter, staring absently after them in shock. "G-Glorfindel?"
Elrohir shook himself, rose quickly to his feet. "Come, brother!" he said, shaking his twin
slightly, enough to shake him from his dazed state. "We have to catch them! They're getting
away!"
"Wha-? Oh. Oh!"
Together, the twins ran off into the light of the new day, following the trail in the drying dew
on the grass and the sound of those carefree giggles.
TBC...
So, what do you think of this fic so far? Click the button down there and let the plotbunnies
know! *g* I have up to part 5 typed up; the more reviews, the faster they'll be posted! (Hint,
hint) ;)
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
--
Kellie: "Montezuma's Revenge?" I know I've heard the term before, but the meaning just isn't
popping into my head. :(
--
eGGo: *snerk* Well, you've got a nasty mind! Don't worry; that's a good thing! ;)
--
Aeroth: Well, this is a "humor" fic, so... *g*
--
Himlaithiel: Thanks! Glad you're liking it so far! ;)
--
AngelsFall: You get to find out this chapter just what I'm doing to them! Enjoy!
--
Sun Queen: Glad you linke my Elrond & Glorfindel stories. They're so much fun to write! And as
for your theory, you're... hey, wait! I can't tell yet! Guess you'll have to read on, hmm? ;)
--
Help save a plotbunny: review! ;)
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 2
Elrond and Glorfindel were walking in the moonligt garden in the chill of the fading night,
followed closely by a concerned Elladan and Elrohir.
For the sixth time that night, Elrond sighed in frustration and stopped walking, then turned to
face his sons.
"For the last time," he said in exasperation. "I am quite all right, as is Glorfindel. There is
no reason for you to continue to follow us like this."
"But, Father, we are concerned for you," Elladan said. "You were the only two so stricken."
"Perhaps so," Elrond conceded. "But we are well now."
"For how long? Father, you told us yourself that you didn't know what had happened. How can you
be so certain that it will not happen again, worse than before?" Elrohir said. "If something
were to happen-"
"Nothing is going to happen, Elrohir," Elrond said. "I am happy that you are so concerned for me,
but I assure you that I am now quite well."
"But for how long?" Elladan asked as grey false-dawn light spread across the land, though much of
Rivendell remained in shadow.
"Enough!" Glorfindel said. "As my Lord said, we are both quite well."
Just then, the Sun peeked her firey edge over the mountains on the horizon.
Elrond and Glorfindel both stiffened abruptly in shocked pain, brief, quickly choked-off cries of
pain escaping them.
Even as the twins hurried forward, the two great Elven lords fell limp to the dew-wet grass.
Then Elladan and Elrohir arrived at the side of the collapsed Elf-lords, who were just beginning
to stir from their positions on the ground. Their clothes seemed to have grown many sizes in the
past moments. Then the twins gasped in shock as the truth of the matter revealed itself... or
rather, *themselves*.
Sitting up slowly in the great puddles of loose clothing, yawning widely as if just now coming
awake, were two young Elves. Two *very* young Elves. Rather, one Elf and one Half-Elf.
As the twins stood there staring at the two, disbelieving shock running through them, the two
young ones looked to them with bright eyes and giggled.
The Elflings then stood, the overlarge clothing falling effortlessly from the small bodies. They
giggled at the twins one last time, then turned and ran away deeper into Rivendell, nude as the
day they were born.
"F-Father?" Elladan managed to stutter, staring absently after them in shock. "G-Glorfindel?"
Elrohir shook himself, rose quickly to his feet. "Come, brother!" he said, shaking his twin
slightly, enough to shake him from his dazed state. "We have to catch them! They're getting
away!"
"Wha-? Oh. Oh!"
Together, the twins ran off into the light of the new day, following the trail in the drying dew
on the grass and the sound of those carefree giggles.
TBC...
So, what do you think of this fic so far? Click the button down there and let the plotbunnies
know! *g* I have up to part 5 typed up; the more reviews, the faster they'll be posted! (Hint,
hint) ;)