Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
Thanks to those who left reviews last chapter! *g* They're really, really, really appreciated! ;o)
Please review!
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Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 3
"No!" the child shrieked, loud enough to make Elrohir wince. Slender arms thrashed, long skinny
legs kicked and the thin body squirmed in an effort to get away.
Elrohir hung on stubbornly, even as he knew his legs would be black and blue come morning. He
held the child-Elrond firmly about the middle, trying without much success to get the boy into
the bath.
Elladan, standing not far to his right, was being similarly assaulted by a shrieking Glorfindel.
The twins had so far been unsuccessful in getting their charges to put so much as a muddy toe
into the bath, the children seemingly terrified of water.
"Get in the bath," Elrohir hissed from between clenched teeth. He tried once again to press the
child into the pool, again failed as Elrond clung to him with hands and feet. "Elrond, if you
didn't want to take a bath, you shouldn't have been playing in that mud puddle with Glorfindel."
"He started it!" the mud-covered Elrond-child protested loudly.
"Did not!" came the response from the equally-muddy Glorfindel-child.
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Too, too, too!"
"Not, not, not!"
"Enough!" yelled Elladan. The boys stopped yelling at each other, glared muddily at him.
Elladan sighed, silently asked the Valar for the patience to deal with these two. Then
inspiration struck. "Whoever gets clean first-"
"Gets to shove a handful of mud down the loser's throat?" Elrond asked gleefully, a mischievous
gleam in his dark eyes as he eyed the other boy, who glared and stuck out his tongue.
"No," Elladan said. "Whoever gets clean first *doesn't* have to help clean up the mud you two
tracked all over the house."
He looked to his twin as Glorfindel's struggles changed, saw that Elrond, like Glorfindel, was
now struggling with all his might to get to the bath. Neither boy doubted in the least that the
nasty Elladan *would* make one of them clean the mess.
The twins shared a look, then both released the boys at the same time.
It was impossible to see which of the two hit the water first. Soon, both were covered with soap.
Elladan and Elrohir stood back, well pleased, with sighs of relief. Surely, things would go
better from here on out!
Then, the water-fight started.
Ten minutes later, a soaked and dripping Elrohir looked to his equally drenched twin, a lock of
dark, dripping hair hanging limply down between his dark eyes.
"How did this happen?" he asked in disbelief, staring around the disaster area that was the
bathhouse. Puddles were everywhere. Elrond and Glorfindel, newly scrubbed clean, dry and
wrapped in huge towels, stood with innocent expressions near the doorway out.
"I don't know," Elladan said. "All I know is that *they* started it!"
Elrond took that moment to speak. "I finished getting clean first," he said.
Elrohir nodded. "Yes, you did," he said. "And that means that you, Glorfindel, have to- hey!
Get back here! Glorfindel!"
But the boy was gone, running away quickly, clad only in the large towel. He did *not* want to
clean up an icky mess *that* big!
"Come, brother," Elladan said, resigned. "Let's get Fa- Elrond to bed for a nap. We'll send
some servants out after Glorfindel."
"Nap?" Elrond yelped, his dark eyes narrowed. "No! I don't want to go to sleep! No!" He
stubbornly set his jaw, crossed his skinny arms over his small chest and glared. Those two big
meanies were tricky. He'd have to remember that.
The twins sighed, seeing another battle ahead of them.
TBC...
So, what did you think? Leave a review and let me know! Please? For the 'bunnies? ;)
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
Thanks to those who left reviews last chapter! *g* They're really, really, really appreciated! ;o)
Please review!
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 3
"No!" the child shrieked, loud enough to make Elrohir wince. Slender arms thrashed, long skinny
legs kicked and the thin body squirmed in an effort to get away.
Elrohir hung on stubbornly, even as he knew his legs would be black and blue come morning. He
held the child-Elrond firmly about the middle, trying without much success to get the boy into
the bath.
Elladan, standing not far to his right, was being similarly assaulted by a shrieking Glorfindel.
The twins had so far been unsuccessful in getting their charges to put so much as a muddy toe
into the bath, the children seemingly terrified of water.
"Get in the bath," Elrohir hissed from between clenched teeth. He tried once again to press the
child into the pool, again failed as Elrond clung to him with hands and feet. "Elrond, if you
didn't want to take a bath, you shouldn't have been playing in that mud puddle with Glorfindel."
"He started it!" the mud-covered Elrond-child protested loudly.
"Did not!" came the response from the equally-muddy Glorfindel-child.
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Too, too, too!"
"Not, not, not!"
"Enough!" yelled Elladan. The boys stopped yelling at each other, glared muddily at him.
Elladan sighed, silently asked the Valar for the patience to deal with these two. Then
inspiration struck. "Whoever gets clean first-"
"Gets to shove a handful of mud down the loser's throat?" Elrond asked gleefully, a mischievous
gleam in his dark eyes as he eyed the other boy, who glared and stuck out his tongue.
"No," Elladan said. "Whoever gets clean first *doesn't* have to help clean up the mud you two
tracked all over the house."
He looked to his twin as Glorfindel's struggles changed, saw that Elrond, like Glorfindel, was
now struggling with all his might to get to the bath. Neither boy doubted in the least that the
nasty Elladan *would* make one of them clean the mess.
The twins shared a look, then both released the boys at the same time.
It was impossible to see which of the two hit the water first. Soon, both were covered with soap.
Elladan and Elrohir stood back, well pleased, with sighs of relief. Surely, things would go
better from here on out!
Then, the water-fight started.
Ten minutes later, a soaked and dripping Elrohir looked to his equally drenched twin, a lock of
dark, dripping hair hanging limply down between his dark eyes.
"How did this happen?" he asked in disbelief, staring around the disaster area that was the
bathhouse. Puddles were everywhere. Elrond and Glorfindel, newly scrubbed clean, dry and
wrapped in huge towels, stood with innocent expressions near the doorway out.
"I don't know," Elladan said. "All I know is that *they* started it!"
Elrond took that moment to speak. "I finished getting clean first," he said.
Elrohir nodded. "Yes, you did," he said. "And that means that you, Glorfindel, have to- hey!
Get back here! Glorfindel!"
But the boy was gone, running away quickly, clad only in the large towel. He did *not* want to
clean up an icky mess *that* big!
"Come, brother," Elladan said, resigned. "Let's get Fa- Elrond to bed for a nap. We'll send
some servants out after Glorfindel."
"Nap?" Elrond yelped, his dark eyes narrowed. "No! I don't want to go to sleep! No!" He
stubbornly set his jaw, crossed his skinny arms over his small chest and glared. Those two big
meanies were tricky. He'd have to remember that.
The twins sighed, seeing another battle ahead of them.
TBC...
So, what did you think? Leave a review and let me know! Please? For the 'bunnies? ;)