Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
A/N: 1)Hmmm... guess I had more material for this bit than I had thought I would. I won't be
squishing two whole weeks down into it, after all. Or perhaps I'll just describe this day as
well, and you can use your imaginations to span those two weeks, leaving me to write the Gandalf-
arrives chapter next? Hmmm... Oh, the dilemma! ;o)
2)I had written this chapter and the next as one *looong* chapter, but decided that it flowed
better with the chapter split. So here's the first part. Chapter 11 should be posted in a few
days, by Saturday at the latest.
--
D45, Avelera, LoveChilde: Thanks for the suggestions! They're great! ;) Some might find their
way in here! (Some already have! Mwahahaha!)
--
Sprite: Yes, they would [wonder where their parents are]. Hmm... going to have to find a way to
work that in somewhere... ;)
--
Avelera: Vilya! You will *not* believe the thoughts and 'bunnies that popped into my head when
you brought that up! Oh, that'll be good! Not this chapter, though. Maybe next... ;-D
--
FA: I promise I'll let Gandalf have some of the 'fun' too! ;)
--
ME!: (Now I sound schitzophrenic! Argh!) "Brilliant?" Thanks!!!
--
Dr. Kat: That'll be quite the sight, won't it? Hopefuly, we'll get there soon! :)
--
D45: One word: Scissors. *shudder* ;o)
--
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 10
Breakfast was a relatively calm affair. The twins sat one on either side of the table, each
sitting beside one of the small ones. Elrond and Glorfindel sat opposite each other and sat
there, fidgeting and having a horrible-face-making competition as they waited for their food to
be brought out to them. Elladan and Elrohir just stared, bemused, at the two, eyes glinting with
barely suppressed laughter. Though Elrond was able to make some faces that the twins had not
before thought physically possible, Glorfindel was still, in their opinion, coming out ahead by
the time the servants brought out the food.
"Your father and Glorfindel are not joining you for breakfast this morning, my Lords?" one of the
serving-Elves asked, staring curiously at the small ones.
Elladan clapped a firm but gentle hand over Glorfindel's mouth even as the boy opened his mouth
to speak, effectively muffling the boy's words. The small one started prying at the dark-haired
Elf's hand, angry mumblings coming from him, eyes glaring.
"No," Elrohir said, drawing the servant's gaze to him, away from the spectacle of Elladan and
Glorfindel. "They aren't. They... they went..."
"To Mirkwood," Elladan suggested with a slight smile. He grimaced with pain when the boy bit
into his palm, but didn't let go.
"Yes!" Elrohir said. "They went to Mirkwood." Then he shook his head, glared at his twin.
Mirkwood?! That was too far to explain away the Lords' reappearance at sunset! "No, they didn't.
They went out of Rivendell for a while. It's been so long since they had any time off, you know.
They'll be back by tonight."
The servant looked somewhat dubious at the explanation, then shrugged his concerns away. These
were Elrond's sons; surely if anything had happened to him, they wouldn't try to conceal it! He
saw the blond child squirm in Elladan's hold. Curiosity prompted him to ask. "And who are these
two? Shall they be staying in Rivendell for some time?"
"Yes, they shall be staying with us. Speaking of which, they have a tendancy to run off. Please
put out word that if anyone sees one of them out unaccompanied that he is to be caught and
brought to one of us," Elrohir said, completely ignoring the question of just who the small ones
were.
The servant, sensing that there was something strange about the children, and that it was a thing
he wasn't meant to know, took his leave of them, leaving the four to their breakfast.
Once he was sure that the servant was gone, and out of earshot, Elladan released Glorfindel.
Then he rubbed at his palm and the two red crescents left in his skin by Glorfindel's teeth.
The boy glared at him. "Why did you do that? He was asking why I wasn't here! He was just
playing."
"You can't tell anyone your name is Glorfindel," Elladan said. He looked to Elrond. "And you
can't tell anyone your name, either."
"But why not?" Elrond asked. "It's my name!"
"I know," Elrohir said. He hugged the dark-haired child gently. "And I don't know how to
explain why so that you would understand."
"But I'm smart!" Elrond said.
"Me, too!" Glorfindel chimed in.
The twins smiled softly. "Yes, you are," Elladan said. "But *we* don't even really understand
how this happened. How then could we explain? Just promise us that you won't tell anyone your
real names."
The two younglings looked unhappy for a time, then nodded reluctantly. "We promise," Elrond
mumbled.
"Good!" Elrohir said, spirits lightening. He smiled. "Let's eat. Then we can decide what we're
going to do for the rest of the morning."
The four then turned to their plates and started eating. Quiet fell in the room and breakfast
proceded smoothly.
Then Glorfindel and Elrond discovered nearly simultaneously that porridge and fruit could fly
quite well when propelled by a spoon.
***
It was nearly five minutes later when the twins finally managed to get the two to stop flinging
porridge about. They had just relieved the culprits of their spoons when a group of servant-
Elves came into the room. The servants stopped dead in their tracks, staring around at the
porridge-splattered disaster area the room had become, then at the only two Elves in the room
with spoons in hand.
Elladan and Elrohir both looked to each other, at the spoons in their hands, at the two young
ones, around the room, then at the servants. They blushed as they realized what the others must
be thinking. They looked to each other, then back to the servants.
"We didn't do it," Elrohir said weakly.
The only reply to *that* was a frown from every member of the servant-group.
Short minutes later found the twins on their hands and knees, cloths and brushes in hand as they
scrubbed the floor under the stern and watchful eyes of the servants. Elrond and Glorfindel,
acting innocent as new snow, were sitting near the fireplace, eyes wide as they listened to a
story that one of the others was telling them.
The two looked briefly to the twins, who looked miserable as they knelt in the soapy water that
they were using to clean the floor, the liquid soaking into the legs of their pants. Then they
looked to each other. The glint in their eyes was the same. They had just discovered a new game:
get the nasty chore-giving twins in trouble.
Evil smiles found their way onto the small faces. This game was promising to be *very* fun.
***
By the time they were done cleaning up the room's mess, Elladan and Elrohir were in no mood to
indulge the two troublemaking brats. Elrond and Glorfindel whined loudly when the twins grabbed
them firmly by the wrist, then pulled them from the room. Complaining all the way, the two were
brought back to Elrond's bedroom by the grimly silent twins.
"I don't want to be in here again!" Glorfindel whined as the door was locked behind the four. "I
want to go out and play!"
"Me, too!" Elrond said.
"Be. Quiet." Elrohir said through gritted teeth, eyes snapping angrily. "I don't think we're
*going* to be playing today."
"But you said!"
"*That* was *before* you made that big mess in the breakfast hall," Elladan said, easily as upset
as his brother. "I don't think you deserve it anymore."
"But-" Elrond said.
"In fact, I think you deserve to be punished."
"But-"
Glorfindel didn't need to hear the rest of the words to know what was going to happen. He
already knew. He and Elrond were going to be in trouble, and punished, and that was no fun at
all. His sharp eyes scanned the room, searching for an escape. He saw, through the opened door
into Elrond's study, that a servant had opened a window, probably to air out the room while the
Lord of Rivendell was away. Not wanting to give away his escape route, Glorfindel didn't let his
eyes linger on the window for any longer than he stared at anything else. He looked to the twins,
saw by the looks on their faces that they were about to pronounce their chosen punishment.
Without giving any prior warning, Glorfindel reached out, grabbed Elrond's wrist and took off,
hauling his startled friend behind him. The two children ran into the study.
Elladan and Elrohir, knowing that they had closed and locked the windows that morning before dawn,
were somewhat slow to follow. Then they cursed upon seeing the open window and sped up.
Too late. By the time they had seen it, Glorfindel was already outside, with Elrond close behind.
The twins reached the window of their father's study, stared out of it. The only sign of the
passing of the Elflings was the crushed flowers under the window and the soft giggles floating in
on the wind.
Shoulders slumped with something approaching defeat, the brothers looked to each other with tired
eyes. Then, with matching sighs, they straightened, slipped out of the window and went out into
Rivendell, chasing after the two.
Again.
TBC...
Please review! Please? :)
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
A/N: 1)Hmmm... guess I had more material for this bit than I had thought I would. I won't be
squishing two whole weeks down into it, after all. Or perhaps I'll just describe this day as
well, and you can use your imaginations to span those two weeks, leaving me to write the Gandalf-
arrives chapter next? Hmmm... Oh, the dilemma! ;o)
2)I had written this chapter and the next as one *looong* chapter, but decided that it flowed
better with the chapter split. So here's the first part. Chapter 11 should be posted in a few
days, by Saturday at the latest.
--
D45, Avelera, LoveChilde: Thanks for the suggestions! They're great! ;) Some might find their
way in here! (Some already have! Mwahahaha!)
--
Sprite: Yes, they would [wonder where their parents are]. Hmm... going to have to find a way to
work that in somewhere... ;)
--
Avelera: Vilya! You will *not* believe the thoughts and 'bunnies that popped into my head when
you brought that up! Oh, that'll be good! Not this chapter, though. Maybe next... ;-D
--
FA: I promise I'll let Gandalf have some of the 'fun' too! ;)
--
ME!: (Now I sound schitzophrenic! Argh!) "Brilliant?" Thanks!!!
--
Dr. Kat: That'll be quite the sight, won't it? Hopefuly, we'll get there soon! :)
--
D45: One word: Scissors. *shudder* ;o)
--
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 10
Breakfast was a relatively calm affair. The twins sat one on either side of the table, each
sitting beside one of the small ones. Elrond and Glorfindel sat opposite each other and sat
there, fidgeting and having a horrible-face-making competition as they waited for their food to
be brought out to them. Elladan and Elrohir just stared, bemused, at the two, eyes glinting with
barely suppressed laughter. Though Elrond was able to make some faces that the twins had not
before thought physically possible, Glorfindel was still, in their opinion, coming out ahead by
the time the servants brought out the food.
"Your father and Glorfindel are not joining you for breakfast this morning, my Lords?" one of the
serving-Elves asked, staring curiously at the small ones.
Elladan clapped a firm but gentle hand over Glorfindel's mouth even as the boy opened his mouth
to speak, effectively muffling the boy's words. The small one started prying at the dark-haired
Elf's hand, angry mumblings coming from him, eyes glaring.
"No," Elrohir said, drawing the servant's gaze to him, away from the spectacle of Elladan and
Glorfindel. "They aren't. They... they went..."
"To Mirkwood," Elladan suggested with a slight smile. He grimaced with pain when the boy bit
into his palm, but didn't let go.
"Yes!" Elrohir said. "They went to Mirkwood." Then he shook his head, glared at his twin.
Mirkwood?! That was too far to explain away the Lords' reappearance at sunset! "No, they didn't.
They went out of Rivendell for a while. It's been so long since they had any time off, you know.
They'll be back by tonight."
The servant looked somewhat dubious at the explanation, then shrugged his concerns away. These
were Elrond's sons; surely if anything had happened to him, they wouldn't try to conceal it! He
saw the blond child squirm in Elladan's hold. Curiosity prompted him to ask. "And who are these
two? Shall they be staying in Rivendell for some time?"
"Yes, they shall be staying with us. Speaking of which, they have a tendancy to run off. Please
put out word that if anyone sees one of them out unaccompanied that he is to be caught and
brought to one of us," Elrohir said, completely ignoring the question of just who the small ones
were.
The servant, sensing that there was something strange about the children, and that it was a thing
he wasn't meant to know, took his leave of them, leaving the four to their breakfast.
Once he was sure that the servant was gone, and out of earshot, Elladan released Glorfindel.
Then he rubbed at his palm and the two red crescents left in his skin by Glorfindel's teeth.
The boy glared at him. "Why did you do that? He was asking why I wasn't here! He was just
playing."
"You can't tell anyone your name is Glorfindel," Elladan said. He looked to Elrond. "And you
can't tell anyone your name, either."
"But why not?" Elrond asked. "It's my name!"
"I know," Elrohir said. He hugged the dark-haired child gently. "And I don't know how to
explain why so that you would understand."
"But I'm smart!" Elrond said.
"Me, too!" Glorfindel chimed in.
The twins smiled softly. "Yes, you are," Elladan said. "But *we* don't even really understand
how this happened. How then could we explain? Just promise us that you won't tell anyone your
real names."
The two younglings looked unhappy for a time, then nodded reluctantly. "We promise," Elrond
mumbled.
"Good!" Elrohir said, spirits lightening. He smiled. "Let's eat. Then we can decide what we're
going to do for the rest of the morning."
The four then turned to their plates and started eating. Quiet fell in the room and breakfast
proceded smoothly.
Then Glorfindel and Elrond discovered nearly simultaneously that porridge and fruit could fly
quite well when propelled by a spoon.
***
It was nearly five minutes later when the twins finally managed to get the two to stop flinging
porridge about. They had just relieved the culprits of their spoons when a group of servant-
Elves came into the room. The servants stopped dead in their tracks, staring around at the
porridge-splattered disaster area the room had become, then at the only two Elves in the room
with spoons in hand.
Elladan and Elrohir both looked to each other, at the spoons in their hands, at the two young
ones, around the room, then at the servants. They blushed as they realized what the others must
be thinking. They looked to each other, then back to the servants.
"We didn't do it," Elrohir said weakly.
The only reply to *that* was a frown from every member of the servant-group.
Short minutes later found the twins on their hands and knees, cloths and brushes in hand as they
scrubbed the floor under the stern and watchful eyes of the servants. Elrond and Glorfindel,
acting innocent as new snow, were sitting near the fireplace, eyes wide as they listened to a
story that one of the others was telling them.
The two looked briefly to the twins, who looked miserable as they knelt in the soapy water that
they were using to clean the floor, the liquid soaking into the legs of their pants. Then they
looked to each other. The glint in their eyes was the same. They had just discovered a new game:
get the nasty chore-giving twins in trouble.
Evil smiles found their way onto the small faces. This game was promising to be *very* fun.
***
By the time they were done cleaning up the room's mess, Elladan and Elrohir were in no mood to
indulge the two troublemaking brats. Elrond and Glorfindel whined loudly when the twins grabbed
them firmly by the wrist, then pulled them from the room. Complaining all the way, the two were
brought back to Elrond's bedroom by the grimly silent twins.
"I don't want to be in here again!" Glorfindel whined as the door was locked behind the four. "I
want to go out and play!"
"Me, too!" Elrond said.
"Be. Quiet." Elrohir said through gritted teeth, eyes snapping angrily. "I don't think we're
*going* to be playing today."
"But you said!"
"*That* was *before* you made that big mess in the breakfast hall," Elladan said, easily as upset
as his brother. "I don't think you deserve it anymore."
"But-" Elrond said.
"In fact, I think you deserve to be punished."
"But-"
Glorfindel didn't need to hear the rest of the words to know what was going to happen. He
already knew. He and Elrond were going to be in trouble, and punished, and that was no fun at
all. His sharp eyes scanned the room, searching for an escape. He saw, through the opened door
into Elrond's study, that a servant had opened a window, probably to air out the room while the
Lord of Rivendell was away. Not wanting to give away his escape route, Glorfindel didn't let his
eyes linger on the window for any longer than he stared at anything else. He looked to the twins,
saw by the looks on their faces that they were about to pronounce their chosen punishment.
Without giving any prior warning, Glorfindel reached out, grabbed Elrond's wrist and took off,
hauling his startled friend behind him. The two children ran into the study.
Elladan and Elrohir, knowing that they had closed and locked the windows that morning before dawn,
were somewhat slow to follow. Then they cursed upon seeing the open window and sped up.
Too late. By the time they had seen it, Glorfindel was already outside, with Elrond close behind.
The twins reached the window of their father's study, stared out of it. The only sign of the
passing of the Elflings was the crushed flowers under the window and the soft giggles floating in
on the wind.
Shoulders slumped with something approaching defeat, the brothers looked to each other with tired
eyes. Then, with matching sighs, they straightened, slipped out of the window and went out into
Rivendell, chasing after the two.
Again.
TBC...
Please review! Please? :)