Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
A *huge* thanks to those who reviewed last chapter! Thanks!! ;)
--
Key: Glad you're liking this fic so much! I hope you like this chapter... I do! ;)
--
Luimenel & Sun Queen: Gotta love Elrond and Glorfindel anyway, and seeing them like this...
annoying little kids or not, aren't they cute? I waaant 'em! ;)
--
Please review! ;)
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 5
Elladan and Elrohir walked slowly through the halls of their father's house. They were slowed by
the squirming, towel-clad Elrond that they held between them, each twin holding fast to one thin
arm. Elrond was leaning back in their grip, his bare feet set against the slick floor ahead of
him, trying to stop his forward movement... with little success.
"Stop dragging your feet," Elrohir said, teeth gritted together in annoyance.
"No!" Elrond cried. "I don't want a nap! I want to play, not sleep! No!"
"You can't play now," Elladan said, as annoyed with the child as his twin. "You can after your
rest. Now stop this."
But the child-Elrond refused to comply; kept dragging his feet and struggling constantly to get
free of their firm grip. "Let me go!" he screeched.
Elladan and Elrohir scowled at the looks some of Imladris' inhabitants were giving them upon
seeing them hauling the small child around like they were. One Elf even stopped them to berate
the twins over their lack of manners and threaten to tell their father on them. He was left
staring after them in bewilderment when they simply laughed grimly and continued on past him.
At last, the three reached Elrond's suite of rooms.
Upon entering the bedroom, Elrohir lifted Elrond off his feet with his arms around the boy's
waist, wincing as the boy's kicking feet connected with his already-bruised shins. Elladan went
around and locked all the doors and windows, locking them in the room. Only once all the exits
were locked did Elrohir release the boy.
Child-Elrond hurried away from the twins, staring at them distrustfully. Then, keeping an eye on
them at all times, he wandered around the room, peeking into everything.
Elladan looked to his twin. "We have to get him some clothes," he said. "He can't go around in
a towel all the time."
Elrohir nodded. "I know where our old outgrown clothes are stored. I'll go and bring a chest of
them here."
Elladan and Elrond watched as Elrohir left, his twin locking the door behind him.
Left alone, the two stared at each other. Then Elrond's attention was distracted from the
staring match by something that was, to him, *much* more important. His dark eyes widened as he
stared at the huge bed, then a sneaky smile snuck across his face. With a whoop of delight, he
ran at the piece of furniture, climbed up on it and proceded to jump all over it, up and down, up
and down, giggling like a maniac all the while.
"Fa- Elrond!" Elladan said, scowling at the boy. "No jumping on the bed!"
/I can't believe I just told that to my own father!/ he thought in disbelief. /It was usually
*him* telling Elrohir and I!/
Elrond just paused long enough to stick out his tongue and stare at him cross-eyed for a moment
before beginning again, the towel slipping slightly with each bounce.
"Stop," Elladan said, somewhat helplessly. /How did Father get us to stop?/ he wondered. /Oh,
yes./ "Stop that right now unless you want a good spanking!"
Elrond just bounced to the center of the bed, out of Elladan's reach from all sides of the bed.
He giggled at the twin's expression.
/How does he manage to get that much bounce out of a feather bed?/ Elladan wondered as he watched.
Then he shook himself. /Well, if he won't get off of the bed, I guess I'll have to get *on*./
Elrond's bright eyes narrowed when the other climbed onto the bed. He let out a small yelp when
the twin reached out to grab him, then he retaliated. Grabbing up one of the feather pillows at
the head of the bed, he began to beat Elladan over the head with it, showing no mercy.
Buffeted from every direction with the pillow by the quick and agile youngling, Elladan was
quickly overwhelmed, reduced to kneeling on the bed, arms up to cover his face as the pillow beat
at him from everywhere at once. "Elr-" he began, cut off by a pillow blow to the face.
That was how Elrohir found them when he returned. He had knocked on the door for his twin to let
him in, but when the door didn't open, he pressed his ear to it to find out what delayed him. He
heard what was obviously the sound of a struggle, decided Elladan needed his help. Quickly, he
ran down to his father's library, where he kept a spare key to the room, the ran back and
unlocked the door. A small smile twitched upon his face when he saw his brother, who could hold
off a dozen frenzied orcs without even breaking a sweat, completely at the mercy of a pillow-
wielding half-Elf child.
"Need help, Elladan?" he asked casually as he locked the door behind him after bringing in the
chest of clothes he had gone to seek.
A muffled sound came from the beleagered figure on the bed, which Elrohir took to be a plea for
help. Taking a moment, he stood back and studied the scene, trying to figure out the best way to
tackle both this situation and their previous problem. Finally deciding that the child was more
likely to comply with them about taking a nap if he were exhausted, Elrohir went to the bed,
grabbed up a pillow, climbed up and smacked the child with it, joining in the fight.
"Don't worry, Elladan!" he called laughingly. "I'll rescue you!"
Elrond, his initial shock at the pillow-blow fading quickly, laughed. It was apparent that he
had no problems with Elrohir joining in his game. He began to hit at the second twin as well as
the first.
/What is Elrohir doing, playing with him like this?/ Elladan wondered. Then he saw the child
yawn slightly between blows. He smiled as well. /If we can just get him tired enough that he
actually *wants* to sleep.../
And so Elladan also grabbed up a pillow, struck back at his tormentor, laughing at the small
squeak of surprise from the young one, the deeper one from his twin as he struck out at *him* as
well.
Then it was everyone for themselves as the pillow-fight began in earnest.
***
It was perhaps a half-hour later before the three collapsed, panting, to the bed, tired smiles
on all three faces. Elrond's towel had fallen off completely sometime during the fight and he
lay curled up at Elrohir's side, still hanging onto a corner of the pillow with one small hand,
even as he started to shiver as the warmth of exertion began to wear off.
The twins felt the shivers start, sat up with small sighs. They hadn't had that much fun for
quite a while. But now they had to get the child dressed and back to bed for a nap.
"Come on, Elrond," Elrohir said as he climbed out of the bed. He walked over to the chest,
opened it. "Come and put on some clothes."
Chilled, the naked boy let the pillow go and went over, followed closely by Elladan.
Pulling out a nightshirt that used to belong to Elladan, Elrohir pulled it over Elrond's head,
dressing him. Once the boy was clothed, he was sat down on a stool by the fireplace while
Elladan ran a comb throught the tangled strands of dark hair. While his twin did that, Elrohir
put the bed back to rights; most of the blankets had migrated to the floor during the fight, and
those that remained were skewed. The pillows were scattered. As he worked, Elrohir could hear
the boy's small yelps when Elladan caught the comb on a tangle and pulled hair. Then he heard a
louder yelp from Elladan. Looking over, he saw that Elrond was now in posession of the comb and
had tangled it up in Elladan's hair and was yanking on it in retaliation for every time his own
hair had been pulled.
Then a huge yawn broke free from the boy, who blinked sleepily.
"Elrond," Elrohir called from the newly-made bed. "Come over here. Aren't you tired after that
pillow-fight? Why don't you lay down and rest for a little while?"
Elrond saw through the ruse. He frowned, the effect a little lessened by the huge yawn that
escaped him. "I'm not sleepy." He yawned again. "I'm not."
The twins smiled. He was just about done in, they could tell. If they could just get him to lie
down for a moment, they were sure that he would be asleep in no time.
Elladan carefully untangled the comb from his hair, then walked over to the bed, lay down on it
on his back. "Well if you're not tired, I am," he said. "I need to lie down, just for a little.
I'm not sleeping, though."
Elrond wandered slowly over. "You're not sleeping?" he asked.
"No."
"If I lay down too, I don't have to sleep either, do I?"
"No. You could just lie there for a while, until you don't feel tired anymore."
Elrond considered this carefully for a long moment before nodding. He climbed onto the bed, then
over Elladan to lay beside the twin. He looked to Elrohir. "You lying down too?"
Elrohir climbed onto the bed on Elrond's other side. "Yes."
The three lay down on the bed, stared up at the high ceiling. The twins pulled the blankets up
over the three of them, then they simply lay there, waiting. Waiting....
Ten minutes later, Elladan looked across the small sleeping form to meet his twin's dark gaze.
With matching smiles, the two climbed out of bed, careful not to wake the boy who slept there.
They stretched widely and yawned. That day had been one of the most exhausting that they'd ever
had, and it wasn't even over yet!
Elrond lay in his bed, hair spread around his head on the pillow. His small child-body was
nearly swallowed up by the huge, luxurious bed, the small lump of him in the middle of the bed
nearly invisible in the thick blankets and soft feather-mattresses.
Asleep, the child looked innocent, completely unlike the little troublemaking brat the twins had
discovered him to be. Who would have thought that their always-calm, rational, responsible
father would have turned out to be such a little demon as a child?
Elladan looked with exhaustion-tinged eyes to his twin, who stood beside him looking every bit as
tired as *he* felt. Even their *hair* drooped with exhaustion. "Elrohir?" he asked.
Elrohir turned his face to his brother. "Yes, Elladan?" came the tired voice.
"If I ever even *think* of having children after this, I want you to *hit* me," Elladan said. He
looked to the child, then back to his brother. "Hard," he added.
Elrohir chuckled tiredly. "Only if you promise to do the same for me," he said. Then he shook
his head, straightening slightly. He sighed. "You stay here with Fa- Elrond," he said.
"I'll go see if the servants managed to catch Glorfindel yet."
Elladan nodded. "Good luck, brother," he said as the other left.
A tired sigh was his only reply.
TBC...
A pillow fight! Whoo! ;) Jumping on the bed! Is it just me, or is Elrond corrupting his own kids?
;) And what about little Glorfindel? Don't worry, he'll be around next chapter... for a short
while anyway... So, you know the drill: Please review! Please? With only three reviews last
chapter, I'm just wondering if the interest is still 'out there'?
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
A *huge* thanks to those who reviewed last chapter! Thanks!! ;)
--
Key: Glad you're liking this fic so much! I hope you like this chapter... I do! ;)
--
Luimenel & Sun Queen: Gotta love Elrond and Glorfindel anyway, and seeing them like this...
annoying little kids or not, aren't they cute? I waaant 'em! ;)
--
Please review! ;)
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 5
Elladan and Elrohir walked slowly through the halls of their father's house. They were slowed by
the squirming, towel-clad Elrond that they held between them, each twin holding fast to one thin
arm. Elrond was leaning back in their grip, his bare feet set against the slick floor ahead of
him, trying to stop his forward movement... with little success.
"Stop dragging your feet," Elrohir said, teeth gritted together in annoyance.
"No!" Elrond cried. "I don't want a nap! I want to play, not sleep! No!"
"You can't play now," Elladan said, as annoyed with the child as his twin. "You can after your
rest. Now stop this."
But the child-Elrond refused to comply; kept dragging his feet and struggling constantly to get
free of their firm grip. "Let me go!" he screeched.
Elladan and Elrohir scowled at the looks some of Imladris' inhabitants were giving them upon
seeing them hauling the small child around like they were. One Elf even stopped them to berate
the twins over their lack of manners and threaten to tell their father on them. He was left
staring after them in bewilderment when they simply laughed grimly and continued on past him.
At last, the three reached Elrond's suite of rooms.
Upon entering the bedroom, Elrohir lifted Elrond off his feet with his arms around the boy's
waist, wincing as the boy's kicking feet connected with his already-bruised shins. Elladan went
around and locked all the doors and windows, locking them in the room. Only once all the exits
were locked did Elrohir release the boy.
Child-Elrond hurried away from the twins, staring at them distrustfully. Then, keeping an eye on
them at all times, he wandered around the room, peeking into everything.
Elladan looked to his twin. "We have to get him some clothes," he said. "He can't go around in
a towel all the time."
Elrohir nodded. "I know where our old outgrown clothes are stored. I'll go and bring a chest of
them here."
Elladan and Elrond watched as Elrohir left, his twin locking the door behind him.
Left alone, the two stared at each other. Then Elrond's attention was distracted from the
staring match by something that was, to him, *much* more important. His dark eyes widened as he
stared at the huge bed, then a sneaky smile snuck across his face. With a whoop of delight, he
ran at the piece of furniture, climbed up on it and proceded to jump all over it, up and down, up
and down, giggling like a maniac all the while.
"Fa- Elrond!" Elladan said, scowling at the boy. "No jumping on the bed!"
/I can't believe I just told that to my own father!/ he thought in disbelief. /It was usually
*him* telling Elrohir and I!/
Elrond just paused long enough to stick out his tongue and stare at him cross-eyed for a moment
before beginning again, the towel slipping slightly with each bounce.
"Stop," Elladan said, somewhat helplessly. /How did Father get us to stop?/ he wondered. /Oh,
yes./ "Stop that right now unless you want a good spanking!"
Elrond just bounced to the center of the bed, out of Elladan's reach from all sides of the bed.
He giggled at the twin's expression.
/How does he manage to get that much bounce out of a feather bed?/ Elladan wondered as he watched.
Then he shook himself. /Well, if he won't get off of the bed, I guess I'll have to get *on*./
Elrond's bright eyes narrowed when the other climbed onto the bed. He let out a small yelp when
the twin reached out to grab him, then he retaliated. Grabbing up one of the feather pillows at
the head of the bed, he began to beat Elladan over the head with it, showing no mercy.
Buffeted from every direction with the pillow by the quick and agile youngling, Elladan was
quickly overwhelmed, reduced to kneeling on the bed, arms up to cover his face as the pillow beat
at him from everywhere at once. "Elr-" he began, cut off by a pillow blow to the face.
That was how Elrohir found them when he returned. He had knocked on the door for his twin to let
him in, but when the door didn't open, he pressed his ear to it to find out what delayed him. He
heard what was obviously the sound of a struggle, decided Elladan needed his help. Quickly, he
ran down to his father's library, where he kept a spare key to the room, the ran back and
unlocked the door. A small smile twitched upon his face when he saw his brother, who could hold
off a dozen frenzied orcs without even breaking a sweat, completely at the mercy of a pillow-
wielding half-Elf child.
"Need help, Elladan?" he asked casually as he locked the door behind him after bringing in the
chest of clothes he had gone to seek.
A muffled sound came from the beleagered figure on the bed, which Elrohir took to be a plea for
help. Taking a moment, he stood back and studied the scene, trying to figure out the best way to
tackle both this situation and their previous problem. Finally deciding that the child was more
likely to comply with them about taking a nap if he were exhausted, Elrohir went to the bed,
grabbed up a pillow, climbed up and smacked the child with it, joining in the fight.
"Don't worry, Elladan!" he called laughingly. "I'll rescue you!"
Elrond, his initial shock at the pillow-blow fading quickly, laughed. It was apparent that he
had no problems with Elrohir joining in his game. He began to hit at the second twin as well as
the first.
/What is Elrohir doing, playing with him like this?/ Elladan wondered. Then he saw the child
yawn slightly between blows. He smiled as well. /If we can just get him tired enough that he
actually *wants* to sleep.../
And so Elladan also grabbed up a pillow, struck back at his tormentor, laughing at the small
squeak of surprise from the young one, the deeper one from his twin as he struck out at *him* as
well.
Then it was everyone for themselves as the pillow-fight began in earnest.
***
It was perhaps a half-hour later before the three collapsed, panting, to the bed, tired smiles
on all three faces. Elrond's towel had fallen off completely sometime during the fight and he
lay curled up at Elrohir's side, still hanging onto a corner of the pillow with one small hand,
even as he started to shiver as the warmth of exertion began to wear off.
The twins felt the shivers start, sat up with small sighs. They hadn't had that much fun for
quite a while. But now they had to get the child dressed and back to bed for a nap.
"Come on, Elrond," Elrohir said as he climbed out of the bed. He walked over to the chest,
opened it. "Come and put on some clothes."
Chilled, the naked boy let the pillow go and went over, followed closely by Elladan.
Pulling out a nightshirt that used to belong to Elladan, Elrohir pulled it over Elrond's head,
dressing him. Once the boy was clothed, he was sat down on a stool by the fireplace while
Elladan ran a comb throught the tangled strands of dark hair. While his twin did that, Elrohir
put the bed back to rights; most of the blankets had migrated to the floor during the fight, and
those that remained were skewed. The pillows were scattered. As he worked, Elrohir could hear
the boy's small yelps when Elladan caught the comb on a tangle and pulled hair. Then he heard a
louder yelp from Elladan. Looking over, he saw that Elrond was now in posession of the comb and
had tangled it up in Elladan's hair and was yanking on it in retaliation for every time his own
hair had been pulled.
Then a huge yawn broke free from the boy, who blinked sleepily.
"Elrond," Elrohir called from the newly-made bed. "Come over here. Aren't you tired after that
pillow-fight? Why don't you lay down and rest for a little while?"
Elrond saw through the ruse. He frowned, the effect a little lessened by the huge yawn that
escaped him. "I'm not sleepy." He yawned again. "I'm not."
The twins smiled. He was just about done in, they could tell. If they could just get him to lie
down for a moment, they were sure that he would be asleep in no time.
Elladan carefully untangled the comb from his hair, then walked over to the bed, lay down on it
on his back. "Well if you're not tired, I am," he said. "I need to lie down, just for a little.
I'm not sleeping, though."
Elrond wandered slowly over. "You're not sleeping?" he asked.
"No."
"If I lay down too, I don't have to sleep either, do I?"
"No. You could just lie there for a while, until you don't feel tired anymore."
Elrond considered this carefully for a long moment before nodding. He climbed onto the bed, then
over Elladan to lay beside the twin. He looked to Elrohir. "You lying down too?"
Elrohir climbed onto the bed on Elrond's other side. "Yes."
The three lay down on the bed, stared up at the high ceiling. The twins pulled the blankets up
over the three of them, then they simply lay there, waiting. Waiting....
Ten minutes later, Elladan looked across the small sleeping form to meet his twin's dark gaze.
With matching smiles, the two climbed out of bed, careful not to wake the boy who slept there.
They stretched widely and yawned. That day had been one of the most exhausting that they'd ever
had, and it wasn't even over yet!
Elrond lay in his bed, hair spread around his head on the pillow. His small child-body was
nearly swallowed up by the huge, luxurious bed, the small lump of him in the middle of the bed
nearly invisible in the thick blankets and soft feather-mattresses.
Asleep, the child looked innocent, completely unlike the little troublemaking brat the twins had
discovered him to be. Who would have thought that their always-calm, rational, responsible
father would have turned out to be such a little demon as a child?
Elladan looked with exhaustion-tinged eyes to his twin, who stood beside him looking every bit as
tired as *he* felt. Even their *hair* drooped with exhaustion. "Elrohir?" he asked.
Elrohir turned his face to his brother. "Yes, Elladan?" came the tired voice.
"If I ever even *think* of having children after this, I want you to *hit* me," Elladan said. He
looked to the child, then back to his brother. "Hard," he added.
Elrohir chuckled tiredly. "Only if you promise to do the same for me," he said. Then he shook
his head, straightening slightly. He sighed. "You stay here with Fa- Elrond," he said.
"I'll go see if the servants managed to catch Glorfindel yet."
Elladan nodded. "Good luck, brother," he said as the other left.
A tired sigh was his only reply.
TBC...
A pillow fight! Whoo! ;) Jumping on the bed! Is it just me, or is Elrond corrupting his own kids?
;) And what about little Glorfindel? Don't worry, he'll be around next chapter... for a short
while anyway... So, you know the drill: Please review! Please? With only three reviews last
chapter, I'm just wondering if the interest is still 'out there'?