Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
Okay, I guess Vilya didn't quite make this chapter; sunset was just too close. Probably next one,
though. This chapter is shorter than the last couple; I wanted to get past the grown-up part and
back to the kids! I'm thinking that people out there would agree with that... well, that and the
fact that until Gandalf gets there, there's not much the grown Elves (E. & Gl.) do differently.
--
Jessica: Why don't the twins look for the original Fluffy? Glofindel's been around since the
First Age, and died once. The real Fluffy would have been swallowed up by the passage of time
long ago...
--
Avelera: Thanks for the great review! It's nice to know that something that I wrote has this much
effect on people! Thanks!
--
BlueberryPancakes: You'll find out *very* soon! ;o)
--
Sprite: I like your ideas! I don't know if I'll be able to get them in, but there's always the
possibility of "Missing Scenes" popping up, I guess! ;oD Heeeeeere, fishy fishy fishy!
--
Nemis: *Sends over little-Elrond and -Glorfindel clones* Catch! ... If you can! Mwahahahaha! ;)
--
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 12
It was perhaps a half-hour before the twins came back into their father's room. They looked to
the bed, saw the two still there. Two pairs of bright eyes stared at them from the pillows.
Elrond still held Glorfindel comfortingly. The twins could see that while Elrond's eyes were now
dry, though still red and puffy, Glorfindel's were still full of tears, though they no longer
poured down his face.
"Fluffy?" Glorfindel croaked hopefully, voice hoarse from crying so hard.
With a small smile, Elrohir brought his hand out from behind his back as he walked over to the
bedside. In his hand was the doll he and his brother had made.
Glorfindel sat up with a small squeal of delight. "Fluffy!" he said as he grabbed the toy out of
Elrohir's hand. He cuddled the toy tightly to him, looked up at the two as if they were the
Valar themselves. "You found him!" He turned and showed Fluffy to Elrond. "See? This is
Fluffy. They found him for me! Fluffy, this is Elrond. Elrond, meet Fluffy." He waved one of
Fluffy's hands at his friend.
"Hi, Fluffy," Elrond said, humoring his friend.
Elladan looked to the two. "Now you two should try to sleep now, all right?"
The small ones nodded. "All right," Glorfindel said. He lay back down, still cuddled up to
Elrond, holding Fluffy tightly up under his chin as he lay his head down on the pillows.
The small dark-haired half-Elf lay down as well. "Don't forget to wake me up later, right,
'Adan?"
"Right," Elladan said. He pulled the blankets up the small bodies to their chins. "Sleep now."
The twins watched silently as the two drifted off to sleep, then they moved to the far side of
the room to sit once more at the table where the two lists lay.
Elladan sat across from his brother, stared down at his hands. He'd lost the race back to their
room and had been the one to sew Fluffy together. As a result of that, his hands were covered by
countless minor punctures from the needle. He looked up at his brother. "Next time, *you* get
to sew!"
Elrohir smirked. "Whatever you say, brother."
***
Elrond woke promptly at sunset and sat up in bed.
Elladan and Elrohir, having just removed the small nightclothes from the children, were folding
them neatly not too far away.
"Good evening, Father," they greeted quietly, offering a robe.
Elrond nodded to them, took the robe. He got up, wrapped it around himself, tying the sash at
his waist. Looking back to the bed, he saw Glorfindel lying there on his side, facing away from
him, apparently holding... something... close to him. He looked to his sons, saw them smirking
at the still sleeping Elf-Lord. Truly curious now, Elrond walked around to Glorfindel's side of
the bed and looked down at his friend. A smirk found its way onto his own face when he saw the
doll the other clutched so tightly.
/Why does he have that?/ he wondered. He blinked, rubbed at his eyes. /And why do I feel as if
there's a handful of grit in my eyes?/
"If you're hungry, Father, there's some food on the table," Elrohir said, careful not to wake the
sleeping Elf.
At the mere mention of food, Elrond's stomach made its wants *very* clear with an extremely loud
growl. For the first time in a while, Elrond blushed beet red, much to his sons' amusement. As
he walked over to the table where the food waited, he asked his sons, "Didn't you feed me at all
today?" He sat down and began to eat.
That phrase brought back to the twins the memory of breakfast, and the mess *they* had had to
clean up. Then they realized that it was not long after that that the two had escaped them. Had
they had anything at all to eat when they were away? But still, the memory of the mess....
"You had breakfast," Elrohir said. "And you were very well-behaved."
"Until you and Glorfindel found out porridge could fly." Elladan said. He glowered, remembering.
"Very well."
Elrond winced. "Fly?" he asked, dreading the answer.
"Yes, fly," Elrohir said. "The two of you had a great food-fight. Porridge and fruit went
*everywhere*."
"We just got your spoons away when the servants came in and saw the mess."
"So 'Adan and I spent the next while on our hands and knees, scrubbing up *your* mess."
"It wasn't very fun, Father."
"Then you both escaped again and we only found you a couple of hours ago."
"Then you caught us and did something? Why do my eyes feel so scratchy?" Elrond asked. He would
understand if the twins *had* punished both he and Glorfindel; from the sound of it they had
truly given the twins a *very* bad day.
"We found you both up a tree, so high you couldn't get down," Elrohir said. "On branches too
thin for any of us to climb on."
"Then the treetop broke," Elladan added. "And you fell. But we caught you before you hit the
ground."
"Both of you were very upset and were crying ever since."
"And the toy Glorfindel is hugging so tightly?" Elrond asked.
"That's Fluffy," Elladan said. "Glorfindel wanted him."
The three paused in their conversation as the golden-haired Elf on the bed stirred, then sat up,
still cultching the toy. Frowning, he looked down at the object in his hands and blushed. Then
he looked up and saw the tree staring at him. The blush deepened. He looked to the twins. "Why?"
"You wanted Fluffy."
Glorfindel only moaned. He flopped back down on the bed, covered his head with a pillow, still
unconsciously holding tight to Fluffy with one hand. His prayer to the Valar that the bed should
open up and swallow him whole went unanswered.
***
Over the rest of the sunset hour, the two Elf-Lords were told of everything they had done that
day, as well as what the twins had told the others to account for their absence during the day.
More letters and orders were written by the two in preparation for the next day, then they went
and spent some time trying to relax in the Hall of Fire, listening to tales and songs.
All too soon, as far as any of the four were concerned, the dawn came for them.
TBC...
Okay, so Vilya should be next...
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
Okay, I guess Vilya didn't quite make this chapter; sunset was just too close. Probably next one,
though. This chapter is shorter than the last couple; I wanted to get past the grown-up part and
back to the kids! I'm thinking that people out there would agree with that... well, that and the
fact that until Gandalf gets there, there's not much the grown Elves (E. & Gl.) do differently.
--
Jessica: Why don't the twins look for the original Fluffy? Glofindel's been around since the
First Age, and died once. The real Fluffy would have been swallowed up by the passage of time
long ago...
--
Avelera: Thanks for the great review! It's nice to know that something that I wrote has this much
effect on people! Thanks!
--
BlueberryPancakes: You'll find out *very* soon! ;o)
--
Sprite: I like your ideas! I don't know if I'll be able to get them in, but there's always the
possibility of "Missing Scenes" popping up, I guess! ;oD Heeeeeere, fishy fishy fishy!
--
Nemis: *Sends over little-Elrond and -Glorfindel clones* Catch! ... If you can! Mwahahahaha! ;)
--
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 12
It was perhaps a half-hour before the twins came back into their father's room. They looked to
the bed, saw the two still there. Two pairs of bright eyes stared at them from the pillows.
Elrond still held Glorfindel comfortingly. The twins could see that while Elrond's eyes were now
dry, though still red and puffy, Glorfindel's were still full of tears, though they no longer
poured down his face.
"Fluffy?" Glorfindel croaked hopefully, voice hoarse from crying so hard.
With a small smile, Elrohir brought his hand out from behind his back as he walked over to the
bedside. In his hand was the doll he and his brother had made.
Glorfindel sat up with a small squeal of delight. "Fluffy!" he said as he grabbed the toy out of
Elrohir's hand. He cuddled the toy tightly to him, looked up at the two as if they were the
Valar themselves. "You found him!" He turned and showed Fluffy to Elrond. "See? This is
Fluffy. They found him for me! Fluffy, this is Elrond. Elrond, meet Fluffy." He waved one of
Fluffy's hands at his friend.
"Hi, Fluffy," Elrond said, humoring his friend.
Elladan looked to the two. "Now you two should try to sleep now, all right?"
The small ones nodded. "All right," Glorfindel said. He lay back down, still cuddled up to
Elrond, holding Fluffy tightly up under his chin as he lay his head down on the pillows.
The small dark-haired half-Elf lay down as well. "Don't forget to wake me up later, right,
'Adan?"
"Right," Elladan said. He pulled the blankets up the small bodies to their chins. "Sleep now."
The twins watched silently as the two drifted off to sleep, then they moved to the far side of
the room to sit once more at the table where the two lists lay.
Elladan sat across from his brother, stared down at his hands. He'd lost the race back to their
room and had been the one to sew Fluffy together. As a result of that, his hands were covered by
countless minor punctures from the needle. He looked up at his brother. "Next time, *you* get
to sew!"
Elrohir smirked. "Whatever you say, brother."
***
Elrond woke promptly at sunset and sat up in bed.
Elladan and Elrohir, having just removed the small nightclothes from the children, were folding
them neatly not too far away.
"Good evening, Father," they greeted quietly, offering a robe.
Elrond nodded to them, took the robe. He got up, wrapped it around himself, tying the sash at
his waist. Looking back to the bed, he saw Glorfindel lying there on his side, facing away from
him, apparently holding... something... close to him. He looked to his sons, saw them smirking
at the still sleeping Elf-Lord. Truly curious now, Elrond walked around to Glorfindel's side of
the bed and looked down at his friend. A smirk found its way onto his own face when he saw the
doll the other clutched so tightly.
/Why does he have that?/ he wondered. He blinked, rubbed at his eyes. /And why do I feel as if
there's a handful of grit in my eyes?/
"If you're hungry, Father, there's some food on the table," Elrohir said, careful not to wake the
sleeping Elf.
At the mere mention of food, Elrond's stomach made its wants *very* clear with an extremely loud
growl. For the first time in a while, Elrond blushed beet red, much to his sons' amusement. As
he walked over to the table where the food waited, he asked his sons, "Didn't you feed me at all
today?" He sat down and began to eat.
That phrase brought back to the twins the memory of breakfast, and the mess *they* had had to
clean up. Then they realized that it was not long after that that the two had escaped them. Had
they had anything at all to eat when they were away? But still, the memory of the mess....
"You had breakfast," Elrohir said. "And you were very well-behaved."
"Until you and Glorfindel found out porridge could fly." Elladan said. He glowered, remembering.
"Very well."
Elrond winced. "Fly?" he asked, dreading the answer.
"Yes, fly," Elrohir said. "The two of you had a great food-fight. Porridge and fruit went
*everywhere*."
"We just got your spoons away when the servants came in and saw the mess."
"So 'Adan and I spent the next while on our hands and knees, scrubbing up *your* mess."
"It wasn't very fun, Father."
"Then you both escaped again and we only found you a couple of hours ago."
"Then you caught us and did something? Why do my eyes feel so scratchy?" Elrond asked. He would
understand if the twins *had* punished both he and Glorfindel; from the sound of it they had
truly given the twins a *very* bad day.
"We found you both up a tree, so high you couldn't get down," Elrohir said. "On branches too
thin for any of us to climb on."
"Then the treetop broke," Elladan added. "And you fell. But we caught you before you hit the
ground."
"Both of you were very upset and were crying ever since."
"And the toy Glorfindel is hugging so tightly?" Elrond asked.
"That's Fluffy," Elladan said. "Glorfindel wanted him."
The three paused in their conversation as the golden-haired Elf on the bed stirred, then sat up,
still cultching the toy. Frowning, he looked down at the object in his hands and blushed. Then
he looked up and saw the tree staring at him. The blush deepened. He looked to the twins. "Why?"
"You wanted Fluffy."
Glorfindel only moaned. He flopped back down on the bed, covered his head with a pillow, still
unconsciously holding tight to Fluffy with one hand. His prayer to the Valar that the bed should
open up and swallow him whole went unanswered.
***
Over the rest of the sunset hour, the two Elf-Lords were told of everything they had done that
day, as well as what the twins had told the others to account for their absence during the day.
More letters and orders were written by the two in preparation for the next day, then they went
and spent some time trying to relax in the Hall of Fire, listening to tales and songs.
All too soon, as far as any of the four were concerned, the dawn came for them.
TBC...
Okay, so Vilya should be next...