Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
Thanks for the great reviews last chapter! Glad you're enjoying this fic! I *do* read all my
reviews (it's like an obsession! Help!), and they really are appreciated! Even the anonymous
smileys! ;o)
Nemis: Enjoying this? How could I not? ;o) The little ones are just *so* much fun to write!
--
D45: *waves* Hi! Glad that you like these! ;o)
--
Sun Queen: Glad you like little Glorfindel. He *is* kinda cute, isn't he? ;) Hopefully, my
GlorfindelMuse will let me write him into more of the fic...
Thoughts, as always, are in / /.
Please review! ;)
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 7
Elladan looked up from his silent vigil as Elrohir came quietly back into their Father's room.
After a last look at the sleeping half-Elf child, Elladan rose and went over to his twin.
"Any luck?" he asked softly, careful not to awaken the sleeping one.
Elrohir shook his head. "No. They're still looking. Apparently, Glorfindel is both fast *and*
good at hiding." He looked to Elrond. "He hasn't awakened yet?"
"No. There were a few times I thought he might, but then his sleep deepened again. Even so, he
will probably wake soon." He looked to his twin. "Stay here with him. I'll go get him
something to eat from the kitchens."
Elrohir went over and sat in the chair that his brother had occupied. He heard the door close
softly behind the other, then looked to the small one in the bed. He smiled. /Fa-Elrond is cute
when he's asleep,/ he mused. /I wonder if he looked like this when he really *was* this young?
And was he such a brat?/
***
Elladan returned to the room, a covered tray of food in his hands. He chuckled at the sight that
greeted him as he closed the door behind him, then set the tray down on the small table nearby.
Elrond had apparently awakened while he'd been away on his errand, and Elrohir was playing with
him in an effort to keep him out of trouble until Elladan returned. His twin was down on the
floor on all fours, crawling around. Elrond was astride his back, hands tangled in the other's
dark hair, kicking Elrohir's sides with his small feet, giggling all the while.
Elladan winced, his own bruises aching in sympathetic pain upon seeing Elrond once again kick
Elrohir in the sides, pulling at the dark hair.
"Go faster, horsie!" Elrond giggled. Kick. "Faster!" Kick, kick. "When I'm big, I'm going to
have a horse of my own, you know," he said confidentially. "He's going to be white with black
spots. He's going to be very fast, faster than the wind." Another kick. "Go faster!"
"Food," Elladan called. He bit back a laugh at the obvious relief on Elrohir's face when Elrond
slid off his back.
The small one ran over to the table, lifted the silver up from over the food. He studied the
food on the plate, then dropped the dome back down. He stuck out his tongue with a grimace of
disgust. "Yuck. That's not food, it's *vegetables*!"
"Vegetables *are* food, Elrond" Elladan said.
"No, they're not," came the reply. The thin arms crossed stubbornly over the small chest. "Go
get *real* food."
"Real food?" asked Elrohir.
The small head nodded. "Yes. Real food. You know, cookies and cake and candy and berries."
"That's for *after* you eat, Elrond," Elrohir said. "First, you have to eat your vegetables."
"No."
The twins shared a look and sigh. Their father ate his vegetables, *liked* them. How were they
to get this small version of him to eat them? Another sigh. This was going to be messy.
"Come here, Elrond," Elladan said. "Let's get the nightshirt off."
"Why?" came the question as the boy stared at them in suspicion.
"Because you *are* going to eat that food, and we don't want you to get the clothes all messy.
It's easier to clean bare skin." He grabbed hold of the nightshirt, pulled it off the small one.
"Now you sit at the table, and don't leave it until you've eaten all your food."
"No."
"Elrond."
"No."
The twins shared another Look.
Yes, this was definitely going to be messy.
***
A half-hour passed. The Sun was perhaps five minutes from the horizon.
The twins sat on either side of the child, who squirmed unhappily as he sat on the very edge of
the chair, naked. A plate of food sat on the table in front of him, still mostly full.
Both of the twins, as well as Elrond, were liberally splattered with the food they were trying to
get the child to eat. They *knew* that the boy was old enough to feed himself, but the problem
was that he *wouldn't*. Apparently he'd developed his like for vegetables after he'd grown.
Elladan closed his eyes in frustration as the spoonful of shredded greens he'd just fed Elrond
was spit forcefully onto his face. He already had mashed carrot on his forehead and in his hair,
as did Elrohir. As he felt the green mess slowly sliding down his face, his patience finally
wore out.
"Elrohir," he snapped, "hold him."
Just as frustrated as his twin, Elrohir smiled grimly. He slipped behind Elrond, slipping his
arms around the child, pinning the small arms with their sticky, food-flinging hands firmly
against the thin sides.
Child-Elrond let loose a shriek of outrage, kicked his feet, hitting nothing, squirmed in the
other's hold, trying and failing at trying to get away.
The Sun sank below the horizon even as the shriek was cut off abruptly as Elladan stuck a
spoonful of greens into the child's mouth...
...and found himself holding a spoon in his newly-grown father's mouth. Elrond swallowed the
cold greens with a grimace of disgust as Elladan, shocked, withdrew the spoon.
Elrond looked around, seeing the plate on the table, the food-mess that was spread all around him,
saw a rather food-splattered Elladan staring at him in shock. Elrohir stood behind him, pinning
his arms to his sides. Then Elrond noticed that he was both naked and covered with spilled food.
"*What* do you think you're *doing*?" he half-yelled at his sons.
Elrohir let go with a small yelp, backed away, eyes wide. "F-father!" he croaked. "It's you!"
"Who else would I be?" Elrond asked. He stood, walked over to his washbasin, scrubbed the sticky,
drying food off of him, then pulled on a robe, belting it firmly at his waist. Then he turned
back to his sons, who still stood in the disaster area near the table, staring at him. "What?
What is the meaning of... of..." he gestured to the table, "this?"
"Father? You.... You don't remember?" Elladan asked.
"Remember what?"
"Remember today," Elrohir said. "You remember that sudden-hitting pain you felt last night?"
"Of course I remember that.... Last night?" Elrond looked sharply to the twins, frowning. "That
was *last* night?"
"Yes." Elladan. "What is the last thing you remember?"
Elrond sat down on the edge of his bed. "I... We were walking, before dawn. The sky lightened...
then we were here and you two were forcefeeding me disgusting, cold greens." He looked to the
twins. "What happened?"
"Father, you and Glorfindel-" Elrohir started.
"Glorfindel!" Elladan exclaimed, eyes wide as he looked to his brother. "We forgot about
Glorfindel-"
Then the door of Elrond's chambers burst open and Glorfindel, leaves in his golden hair, fair
skin scratched, hands stained blue from berry-juice, came into the room wearing only a towel.
The expression on his face was stormy. "*What* is going on here and *why* was I lying on the
ground in a rosebush thicket wearing only a *towel*?"
Elladan and Elrohir, exhausted by the long day, finally came to the end of their endurance. Both
burst into near-hysterical laughter.
TBC...
Poor Glorfindel! *g* Anyways, please review! Please, even if it's just an anonymous smiley! Let
me know what you'd like to see! *g* This is really kinda fun to write! ;)
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
Thanks for the great reviews last chapter! Glad you're enjoying this fic! I *do* read all my
reviews (it's like an obsession! Help!), and they really are appreciated! Even the anonymous
smileys! ;o)
Nemis: Enjoying this? How could I not? ;o) The little ones are just *so* much fun to write!
--
D45: *waves* Hi! Glad that you like these! ;o)
--
Sun Queen: Glad you like little Glorfindel. He *is* kinda cute, isn't he? ;) Hopefully, my
GlorfindelMuse will let me write him into more of the fic...
Thoughts, as always, are in / /.
Please review! ;)
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 7
Elladan looked up from his silent vigil as Elrohir came quietly back into their Father's room.
After a last look at the sleeping half-Elf child, Elladan rose and went over to his twin.
"Any luck?" he asked softly, careful not to awaken the sleeping one.
Elrohir shook his head. "No. They're still looking. Apparently, Glorfindel is both fast *and*
good at hiding." He looked to Elrond. "He hasn't awakened yet?"
"No. There were a few times I thought he might, but then his sleep deepened again. Even so, he
will probably wake soon." He looked to his twin. "Stay here with him. I'll go get him
something to eat from the kitchens."
Elrohir went over and sat in the chair that his brother had occupied. He heard the door close
softly behind the other, then looked to the small one in the bed. He smiled. /Fa-Elrond is cute
when he's asleep,/ he mused. /I wonder if he looked like this when he really *was* this young?
And was he such a brat?/
***
Elladan returned to the room, a covered tray of food in his hands. He chuckled at the sight that
greeted him as he closed the door behind him, then set the tray down on the small table nearby.
Elrond had apparently awakened while he'd been away on his errand, and Elrohir was playing with
him in an effort to keep him out of trouble until Elladan returned. His twin was down on the
floor on all fours, crawling around. Elrond was astride his back, hands tangled in the other's
dark hair, kicking Elrohir's sides with his small feet, giggling all the while.
Elladan winced, his own bruises aching in sympathetic pain upon seeing Elrond once again kick
Elrohir in the sides, pulling at the dark hair.
"Go faster, horsie!" Elrond giggled. Kick. "Faster!" Kick, kick. "When I'm big, I'm going to
have a horse of my own, you know," he said confidentially. "He's going to be white with black
spots. He's going to be very fast, faster than the wind." Another kick. "Go faster!"
"Food," Elladan called. He bit back a laugh at the obvious relief on Elrohir's face when Elrond
slid off his back.
The small one ran over to the table, lifted the silver up from over the food. He studied the
food on the plate, then dropped the dome back down. He stuck out his tongue with a grimace of
disgust. "Yuck. That's not food, it's *vegetables*!"
"Vegetables *are* food, Elrond" Elladan said.
"No, they're not," came the reply. The thin arms crossed stubbornly over the small chest. "Go
get *real* food."
"Real food?" asked Elrohir.
The small head nodded. "Yes. Real food. You know, cookies and cake and candy and berries."
"That's for *after* you eat, Elrond," Elrohir said. "First, you have to eat your vegetables."
"No."
The twins shared a look and sigh. Their father ate his vegetables, *liked* them. How were they
to get this small version of him to eat them? Another sigh. This was going to be messy.
"Come here, Elrond," Elladan said. "Let's get the nightshirt off."
"Why?" came the question as the boy stared at them in suspicion.
"Because you *are* going to eat that food, and we don't want you to get the clothes all messy.
It's easier to clean bare skin." He grabbed hold of the nightshirt, pulled it off the small one.
"Now you sit at the table, and don't leave it until you've eaten all your food."
"No."
"Elrond."
"No."
The twins shared another Look.
Yes, this was definitely going to be messy.
***
A half-hour passed. The Sun was perhaps five minutes from the horizon.
The twins sat on either side of the child, who squirmed unhappily as he sat on the very edge of
the chair, naked. A plate of food sat on the table in front of him, still mostly full.
Both of the twins, as well as Elrond, were liberally splattered with the food they were trying to
get the child to eat. They *knew* that the boy was old enough to feed himself, but the problem
was that he *wouldn't*. Apparently he'd developed his like for vegetables after he'd grown.
Elladan closed his eyes in frustration as the spoonful of shredded greens he'd just fed Elrond
was spit forcefully onto his face. He already had mashed carrot on his forehead and in his hair,
as did Elrohir. As he felt the green mess slowly sliding down his face, his patience finally
wore out.
"Elrohir," he snapped, "hold him."
Just as frustrated as his twin, Elrohir smiled grimly. He slipped behind Elrond, slipping his
arms around the child, pinning the small arms with their sticky, food-flinging hands firmly
against the thin sides.
Child-Elrond let loose a shriek of outrage, kicked his feet, hitting nothing, squirmed in the
other's hold, trying and failing at trying to get away.
The Sun sank below the horizon even as the shriek was cut off abruptly as Elladan stuck a
spoonful of greens into the child's mouth...
...and found himself holding a spoon in his newly-grown father's mouth. Elrond swallowed the
cold greens with a grimace of disgust as Elladan, shocked, withdrew the spoon.
Elrond looked around, seeing the plate on the table, the food-mess that was spread all around him,
saw a rather food-splattered Elladan staring at him in shock. Elrohir stood behind him, pinning
his arms to his sides. Then Elrond noticed that he was both naked and covered with spilled food.
"*What* do you think you're *doing*?" he half-yelled at his sons.
Elrohir let go with a small yelp, backed away, eyes wide. "F-father!" he croaked. "It's you!"
"Who else would I be?" Elrond asked. He stood, walked over to his washbasin, scrubbed the sticky,
drying food off of him, then pulled on a robe, belting it firmly at his waist. Then he turned
back to his sons, who still stood in the disaster area near the table, staring at him. "What?
What is the meaning of... of..." he gestured to the table, "this?"
"Father? You.... You don't remember?" Elladan asked.
"Remember what?"
"Remember today," Elrohir said. "You remember that sudden-hitting pain you felt last night?"
"Of course I remember that.... Last night?" Elrond looked sharply to the twins, frowning. "That
was *last* night?"
"Yes." Elladan. "What is the last thing you remember?"
Elrond sat down on the edge of his bed. "I... We were walking, before dawn. The sky lightened...
then we were here and you two were forcefeeding me disgusting, cold greens." He looked to the
twins. "What happened?"
"Father, you and Glorfindel-" Elrohir started.
"Glorfindel!" Elladan exclaimed, eyes wide as he looked to his brother. "We forgot about
Glorfindel-"
Then the door of Elrond's chambers burst open and Glorfindel, leaves in his golden hair, fair
skin scratched, hands stained blue from berry-juice, came into the room wearing only a towel.
The expression on his face was stormy. "*What* is going on here and *why* was I lying on the
ground in a rosebush thicket wearing only a *towel*?"
Elladan and Elrohir, exhausted by the long day, finally came to the end of their endurance. Both
burst into near-hysterical laughter.
TBC...
Poor Glorfindel! *g* Anyways, please review! Please, even if it's just an anonymous smiley! Let
me know what you'd like to see! *g* This is really kinda fun to write! ;)