Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
A/N: 1)Well, since there's some question of how big our little ones are, I can only say this:
they're as big as little Legolas in "All that Glitters." That is this: they're small, maybe four
and a half feet tall. They've got skinny arms and legs, and no baby fat around the middle, either.
They've still got most of their baby teeth. They've got small faces and humongeous eyes (you
know how much bigger the eyes seem to be in kids). I don't even know how old this would be in
human kids' ages, let alone Elves'. *shrug*
Wow! Thanks for all the great reviews last chapter! ;) Seems this fic is going over well, after
all, hmm? *g*
Please review! ;)
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 3
Elladan and Elrohir followed the sound of high-pitched giggles. They could not believe how *fast*
those two skinny younglings could run! They'd been chasing the two for nearly a quarter-hour and
still hadn't caught up.
The twins paused at the sudden stop of the giggles, looked at each other in alarm. They'd *never*
catch their father-child and little Glorfindel if the two were quiet!
But then, just as the twins were beginning to get truly worried, they heard two heavy-sounding
splashes, then the giggles began again, this time accompanied by small yips and yells, as well as
yet more splashes.
The twins started running again, gaining quickly on the giggles and yelps as the boys seemed to
have quit running. They burst into a small clearing, took in the sight before them and groaned
in distress.
They had found the boys. Unfortunately, the *boys* had found something as well: a mud puddle.
And not just a *normal* mud puddle. *This* had to be the mother of all mud puddles; full of
thick black mud, perhaps six inches deep, wider in all directions than the twins were tall.
Elrond and Glorfindel were wrestling in the mud, rolling over and over in the black stuff, mud
clinging to them until it was impossible to tell the slimy figures apart at any distance. They
were having a great time, trying to shove each other down in the puddle, trying to force each
other to eat handfulls of mud. They were covered in black mud from head to foot, their long hair
matted with it, the color of the strands hidden.
"Father... Glorfindel," Elladan moaned.
Elrohir whimpered slightly; the boys must have been wearing *at least* ten pounds of mud each.
Then he straightened, a determined light growing in his dark eyes.
"Fa-Elrond!" he called. "Glorfindel!"
The boys paused in their playing, looked over with twin expressions of innocence, which was quite
astonishing considering that one was lying full-length on his back in the mud and the other was
sitting on his chest with a handful of mud slowly oozing from one hand to plop to the puddle,
hand poised close to the other's face.
"Get out of the mud!" Elrohir said harshly, voice firm and unyielding.
Wearing expressions of muddy annoyance, the boys climbed out of the mud, the thick stuff letting
them go with obscene smacking, slurping noises somewhat reminiscent of some indelicate bodily
noises. The sounds made the two mud-covered young ones laugh.
"You do *not* play in mud puddles," Elladan said firmly, at last getting over his distress enough
to help his brother.
"But it's *fun*," one of the boys said, tone both pouting and whining.
"That doesn't matter. No playing in mud puddles."
The boys didn't seem too happy about that. Then one leaned over, whispered something in the
other's dirty ear. The second nodded. Then, before the dark-haired twins could even react, the
two were off and running again.
"Not again," Elrohir groaned. Then he paled. "Elladan."
"What?"
"They're heading toward Father's house."
"So?" Then Elladan's eyes widened. "Oh! Oh, no!"
The twin sons of Imladris' lord ran as fast as they could toward their home, each imagining the
sheer *damage* the two Elflings could cause simply by tracking all that mud in.
They *had* to catch those two younglings!
TBC...
So, what did you think? *g* Don't worry, poor Elladan and Elrohir *will* catch up with them next
chapter... poor Elrond and Glorfindel! ;) Click the button and leave a review for the plotbunnies!
I have up to part 6 written & typed up, just *waiting* to be posted. ;o)
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
A/N: 1)Well, since there's some question of how big our little ones are, I can only say this:
they're as big as little Legolas in "All that Glitters." That is this: they're small, maybe four
and a half feet tall. They've got skinny arms and legs, and no baby fat around the middle, either.
They've still got most of their baby teeth. They've got small faces and humongeous eyes (you
know how much bigger the eyes seem to be in kids). I don't even know how old this would be in
human kids' ages, let alone Elves'. *shrug*
Wow! Thanks for all the great reviews last chapter! ;) Seems this fic is going over well, after
all, hmm? *g*
Please review! ;)
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 3
Elladan and Elrohir followed the sound of high-pitched giggles. They could not believe how *fast*
those two skinny younglings could run! They'd been chasing the two for nearly a quarter-hour and
still hadn't caught up.
The twins paused at the sudden stop of the giggles, looked at each other in alarm. They'd *never*
catch their father-child and little Glorfindel if the two were quiet!
But then, just as the twins were beginning to get truly worried, they heard two heavy-sounding
splashes, then the giggles began again, this time accompanied by small yips and yells, as well as
yet more splashes.
The twins started running again, gaining quickly on the giggles and yelps as the boys seemed to
have quit running. They burst into a small clearing, took in the sight before them and groaned
in distress.
They had found the boys. Unfortunately, the *boys* had found something as well: a mud puddle.
And not just a *normal* mud puddle. *This* had to be the mother of all mud puddles; full of
thick black mud, perhaps six inches deep, wider in all directions than the twins were tall.
Elrond and Glorfindel were wrestling in the mud, rolling over and over in the black stuff, mud
clinging to them until it was impossible to tell the slimy figures apart at any distance. They
were having a great time, trying to shove each other down in the puddle, trying to force each
other to eat handfulls of mud. They were covered in black mud from head to foot, their long hair
matted with it, the color of the strands hidden.
"Father... Glorfindel," Elladan moaned.
Elrohir whimpered slightly; the boys must have been wearing *at least* ten pounds of mud each.
Then he straightened, a determined light growing in his dark eyes.
"Fa-Elrond!" he called. "Glorfindel!"
The boys paused in their playing, looked over with twin expressions of innocence, which was quite
astonishing considering that one was lying full-length on his back in the mud and the other was
sitting on his chest with a handful of mud slowly oozing from one hand to plop to the puddle,
hand poised close to the other's face.
"Get out of the mud!" Elrohir said harshly, voice firm and unyielding.
Wearing expressions of muddy annoyance, the boys climbed out of the mud, the thick stuff letting
them go with obscene smacking, slurping noises somewhat reminiscent of some indelicate bodily
noises. The sounds made the two mud-covered young ones laugh.
"You do *not* play in mud puddles," Elladan said firmly, at last getting over his distress enough
to help his brother.
"But it's *fun*," one of the boys said, tone both pouting and whining.
"That doesn't matter. No playing in mud puddles."
The boys didn't seem too happy about that. Then one leaned over, whispered something in the
other's dirty ear. The second nodded. Then, before the dark-haired twins could even react, the
two were off and running again.
"Not again," Elrohir groaned. Then he paled. "Elladan."
"What?"
"They're heading toward Father's house."
"So?" Then Elladan's eyes widened. "Oh! Oh, no!"
The twin sons of Imladris' lord ran as fast as they could toward their home, each imagining the
sheer *damage* the two Elflings could cause simply by tracking all that mud in.
They *had* to catch those two younglings!
TBC...
So, what did you think? *g* Don't worry, poor Elladan and Elrohir *will* catch up with them next
chapter... poor Elrond and Glorfindel! ;) Click the button and leave a review for the plotbunnies!
I have up to part 6 written & typed up, just *waiting* to be posted. ;o)