Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
A/N: Okay, I tried to do some research about what exactly it is that Vilya *does*, but couldn't
find *anything* other than who passed it down to who, what stone was in it, etc. Argh! So, I'm
making up its powers from the fact that it's the 'Ring of Air.' I'm also going to pretend that
Elrond doesn't wear it all the time, instead only taking it out at times when he needed to use it,
keeping it safely hidden otherwise. He doesn't actually want to advertise its presence, after
all, since the Dark Lord is looking for it...
**Thanks** to everybody for the great reviews!!! ;oD
--
Abby: o_O Wow! Thanks for the super-extra-great-whopping-long review! I guess Fluffy *has* been
reincarnated! Never thought of it like that... As for the Lists, I might add some stuff as I go
along and as the story goes on, if I think of stuff. I've got one such idea spinning in my head,
hopefully, I'll be able to get it into the fic. I just have to get one of the Twins alone and
asleep...
--
LoveChilde: About why Elrond's so 'mature': well, like was said 2(?) chapters ago, his father is
already a star, which means his mother would already have left as well. He would have seen much
in his short life, and is already an orphan. I just think that it was that Glorfindel had a more
sheltered childhood (though I can't seem to find out when exactly *that* was, or even his parents'
names, let alone any specifics! Argh!).
--
Mongrel Elf: Led Zeppelin? Where did *that* question come from? And nope. I listen to a lot of
stuff, but as a general rule, not heavy metal, rap or opera. *shudder*
--
Jessica: About Fluffy; it was a little of both, I think. That would make it "creative irony," do
you think? ;o)
--
Avelera: Look for an answer to your query (re: other Elves) in here! ;o)
--
Nemis: Glad you like! Those little-Elf clones driving you nuts yet? ;)
--
Thoughts, as always, are in / /.
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 13
Morning came all too soon, and with it came the re-transformation of Elrond and Glorfindel. The
two small ones looked up with bright eyes as the twins came over, clothing in hand.
"'Adan?" Elrond asked, frowning, voice partially muffled by the shirt Elladan was hauling down
over his head. "Did you wake me up?"
Elladan hesitated, then said, "You saw Earendil's light last night, yes."
Elrond frowned some more. "Oh," he said, voice subdued. "But why don't I remember that?"
Elladan was about to answer that, his thought whirling as they searched for a plausible
explanation, when the room was filled with the shriek of an outraged Elfling.
"WHERE'S FLUFFY?!" Glorfindel demanded, looking around.
Elladan and Elrond looked over to see Elrohir trying uselessly to calm the small, golden-haired
child, without success. Glorfindel, meanwhile, had hopped up on the bed, ripped off every single
blanket and cover in his search for Fluffy, pillows flying everywhere. The bed was stripped down
to the bare mattress, but Fluffy was not found on it.
"I want Fluffy!" came the ear-piercing shriek.
Elrond winced in pain, rubbed at his ears. He looked to Elladan, expression curiously adult.
"We should help him look for it. He won't be quiet until he gets it."
Elladan nodded, and the two went over to the bed-area, joining in the search.
Perhaps five minutes had passed when the twins and Glorfindel heard Elrond's triumphant, though
muffled, call. They looked around, trying to find him, finally coming to see two skinny legs
sticking out from under the low bed, feet wiggling about.
"Elrond?" Elladan asked, peering under the bed from the side opposide the legs. He saw Elrond
there, lying on the floor amidst the small dustbunnies, Fluffy in hand. "Elrond, come out from
there."
Glorfindel plopped down on the floor beside Elladan, looked under the bed also. "You found him!"
With a flick of his hand, Elrond sent the toy skittering across the floor to Glorfindel, who
grabbed up the somewhat-dust-covered toy and hugged it to him tightly before starting to sneeze
violently from the rising dust.
Elladan looked again to Elrond as Elrohir went over to the golden-haired little one and tried to
get Fluffy away to brush off some of the dust. "Elrond? Come out, now."
He saw Elrond squirm slightly in place, then look over at him, eyes starting to glisten. "I
can't. I'm stuck. The bed has me by the shirt and won't let go." He gave the twin a pleading
look. "Help me," he said. "I don't want to be stuck down here forever!"
Elladan nodded, then went around to the other side of the bed. He gripped the small ankles, then
pulled.
The loud OW!! that erupted from under the bed caught the attention of the others.
"What is it?" Elrohir asked.
"Elrond's shirt is stuck. He can't get out."
Elrohir knelt down, peered under the bed from the foot of it. He saw the problem, reached for
the splinter of wood that gripped the child's shirt, but couldn't reach it. "I can't reach. I'm
too big."
Hearing that, Glorfindel lay down on the floor and pulled himself halfway under the bed, found
where Elrond was stuck and freed his friend. Then he took the opportunity to whisper his latest
plan in his friend's ear. The two children climbed out from under the bed, then Glorfindel
snatched up Fluffy. With a shared grin, the two took off into Elrond's study, slammed the door
behind them and locked it.
The twins went over, found the door locked. Quickly, Elrohir raced to the balcony, looked over
to the study window. To his relief, the children hadn't gone out of it, as it was still closed.
Just in case, he took up watch from where he stood, keeping a sharp eye on the other window.
Elladan knocked on the door. "Elrond? Glorfindel? Open the door." He paused a moment, waiting.
He didn't even notice the servant that had come in, bringing the children a surprise tray of
cookies. "Open this door or I'm going to give you a spanking you won't soon forget!"
The strangled gasp that came from the servant was hear by both twins. Wide-eyed, they looked to
the servant, saw the growing knowledge in his eyes.
He looked up at them, his eyes gone wide. "The little ones? They're Elrond and Glorfindel?
*Our* Elrond and Glorfindel? The Lords of Imladris?" His eyes darted between the twins and the
shut door. "But how did this happen? What are we going to do? Our leaders are mere children!"
"Calmness," Elladan said softly, as he would speak to a frightened horse.
Then the attention of the three was drawn to the study door as a sound of something falling was
heard from inside.
Elladan turned back to the door. "What are you two doing in there?" he demanded. There was no
answer. "Open the door now and nothing bad will happen."
Still the door remained closed and locked.
The servant was still staring in horrified shock at the closed study door.
Then Elrohir saw what he had hoped he wouldn't. "Elladan," he called. "They just opened the
window."
Elladan was too involved with trying to calm the near-hysterical servant to pay his brother's
words any attention.
Elrohir kept staring at the study's now-opened window. Then he saw something he never thought he
would ever see. He blinked, rubbed at his eyes, shook his head to clear it of the vision, to no
avail. "Elladan," he called, looking over briefly. "Glorfindel and Fluffy just *flew* out the
window."
Still, his twin didn't seem to hear.
Elrohir turned back to his watch just in time to see Elrond fly out the window to join Glorfindel
and Fluffy. He saw Elrond's hand seeming to glow blue.
/Vilya,/ he thought with a groan. /They just *had* to find Vilya. Now we'll *never* catch them./
He looked to his brother, saw him just as preoccupied as before. Looking back to the two flying
Elflings, he watched with a small smile and a feeling of dread as first they flapped their arms,
then noticed that they didn't *need* to do that to stay up. He saw Glorfindel smile at Elrond,
even as he held Fluffy tightly by one leg in one small hand.
"See?" little Glorfindel said. "I *told* you Fluffy was magic! Now we can fly!"
Then the small ones turned in midair, saw Elrohir staring at them with a confusing array of
emotions playing across his face. They waved happily at him, then flew away, laughing.
"Elladan!" Elrohir yelled as he readied himself to make the not-so-far jump to the ground. He
saw his brother's head snap around to look at him. "Elrond and Glorfindel are flying away!"
Then Elrohir jumped to the ground and raced off after the quickly-escaping small ones.
Inside the room, Elladan and the servant stared at the empty balcony in surprise.
"Did he just say they were *flying*?" Elladan croaked. Without waiting for a reply, he ran and
jumped over the edge of the balcony, joining his twin in the chase.
Left alone in Elrond's bedroom, the servant blinked in amazement, then turned and hurried back to
the kitchen. In his mind was a single thought. /Just *wait* until everyone hears about *this*!/
TBC...
Uh-oh! ;oD Don't worry, there'll be more Vilya goodness next time. This just seemed a good
place to end this chapter. So, you know the drill. Click the button down there and let me know
what you thought, hmm? ;)
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
A/N: Okay, I tried to do some research about what exactly it is that Vilya *does*, but couldn't
find *anything* other than who passed it down to who, what stone was in it, etc. Argh! So, I'm
making up its powers from the fact that it's the 'Ring of Air.' I'm also going to pretend that
Elrond doesn't wear it all the time, instead only taking it out at times when he needed to use it,
keeping it safely hidden otherwise. He doesn't actually want to advertise its presence, after
all, since the Dark Lord is looking for it...
**Thanks** to everybody for the great reviews!!! ;oD
--
Abby: o_O Wow! Thanks for the super-extra-great-whopping-long review! I guess Fluffy *has* been
reincarnated! Never thought of it like that... As for the Lists, I might add some stuff as I go
along and as the story goes on, if I think of stuff. I've got one such idea spinning in my head,
hopefully, I'll be able to get it into the fic. I just have to get one of the Twins alone and
asleep...
--
LoveChilde: About why Elrond's so 'mature': well, like was said 2(?) chapters ago, his father is
already a star, which means his mother would already have left as well. He would have seen much
in his short life, and is already an orphan. I just think that it was that Glorfindel had a more
sheltered childhood (though I can't seem to find out when exactly *that* was, or even his parents'
names, let alone any specifics! Argh!).
--
Mongrel Elf: Led Zeppelin? Where did *that* question come from? And nope. I listen to a lot of
stuff, but as a general rule, not heavy metal, rap or opera. *shudder*
--
Jessica: About Fluffy; it was a little of both, I think. That would make it "creative irony," do
you think? ;o)
--
Avelera: Look for an answer to your query (re: other Elves) in here! ;o)
--
Nemis: Glad you like! Those little-Elf clones driving you nuts yet? ;)
--
Thoughts, as always, are in / /.
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 13
Morning came all too soon, and with it came the re-transformation of Elrond and Glorfindel. The
two small ones looked up with bright eyes as the twins came over, clothing in hand.
"'Adan?" Elrond asked, frowning, voice partially muffled by the shirt Elladan was hauling down
over his head. "Did you wake me up?"
Elladan hesitated, then said, "You saw Earendil's light last night, yes."
Elrond frowned some more. "Oh," he said, voice subdued. "But why don't I remember that?"
Elladan was about to answer that, his thought whirling as they searched for a plausible
explanation, when the room was filled with the shriek of an outraged Elfling.
"WHERE'S FLUFFY?!" Glorfindel demanded, looking around.
Elladan and Elrond looked over to see Elrohir trying uselessly to calm the small, golden-haired
child, without success. Glorfindel, meanwhile, had hopped up on the bed, ripped off every single
blanket and cover in his search for Fluffy, pillows flying everywhere. The bed was stripped down
to the bare mattress, but Fluffy was not found on it.
"I want Fluffy!" came the ear-piercing shriek.
Elrond winced in pain, rubbed at his ears. He looked to Elladan, expression curiously adult.
"We should help him look for it. He won't be quiet until he gets it."
Elladan nodded, and the two went over to the bed-area, joining in the search.
Perhaps five minutes had passed when the twins and Glorfindel heard Elrond's triumphant, though
muffled, call. They looked around, trying to find him, finally coming to see two skinny legs
sticking out from under the low bed, feet wiggling about.
"Elrond?" Elladan asked, peering under the bed from the side opposide the legs. He saw Elrond
there, lying on the floor amidst the small dustbunnies, Fluffy in hand. "Elrond, come out from
there."
Glorfindel plopped down on the floor beside Elladan, looked under the bed also. "You found him!"
With a flick of his hand, Elrond sent the toy skittering across the floor to Glorfindel, who
grabbed up the somewhat-dust-covered toy and hugged it to him tightly before starting to sneeze
violently from the rising dust.
Elladan looked again to Elrond as Elrohir went over to the golden-haired little one and tried to
get Fluffy away to brush off some of the dust. "Elrond? Come out, now."
He saw Elrond squirm slightly in place, then look over at him, eyes starting to glisten. "I
can't. I'm stuck. The bed has me by the shirt and won't let go." He gave the twin a pleading
look. "Help me," he said. "I don't want to be stuck down here forever!"
Elladan nodded, then went around to the other side of the bed. He gripped the small ankles, then
pulled.
The loud OW!! that erupted from under the bed caught the attention of the others.
"What is it?" Elrohir asked.
"Elrond's shirt is stuck. He can't get out."
Elrohir knelt down, peered under the bed from the foot of it. He saw the problem, reached for
the splinter of wood that gripped the child's shirt, but couldn't reach it. "I can't reach. I'm
too big."
Hearing that, Glorfindel lay down on the floor and pulled himself halfway under the bed, found
where Elrond was stuck and freed his friend. Then he took the opportunity to whisper his latest
plan in his friend's ear. The two children climbed out from under the bed, then Glorfindel
snatched up Fluffy. With a shared grin, the two took off into Elrond's study, slammed the door
behind them and locked it.
The twins went over, found the door locked. Quickly, Elrohir raced to the balcony, looked over
to the study window. To his relief, the children hadn't gone out of it, as it was still closed.
Just in case, he took up watch from where he stood, keeping a sharp eye on the other window.
Elladan knocked on the door. "Elrond? Glorfindel? Open the door." He paused a moment, waiting.
He didn't even notice the servant that had come in, bringing the children a surprise tray of
cookies. "Open this door or I'm going to give you a spanking you won't soon forget!"
The strangled gasp that came from the servant was hear by both twins. Wide-eyed, they looked to
the servant, saw the growing knowledge in his eyes.
He looked up at them, his eyes gone wide. "The little ones? They're Elrond and Glorfindel?
*Our* Elrond and Glorfindel? The Lords of Imladris?" His eyes darted between the twins and the
shut door. "But how did this happen? What are we going to do? Our leaders are mere children!"
"Calmness," Elladan said softly, as he would speak to a frightened horse.
Then the attention of the three was drawn to the study door as a sound of something falling was
heard from inside.
Elladan turned back to the door. "What are you two doing in there?" he demanded. There was no
answer. "Open the door now and nothing bad will happen."
Still the door remained closed and locked.
The servant was still staring in horrified shock at the closed study door.
Then Elrohir saw what he had hoped he wouldn't. "Elladan," he called. "They just opened the
window."
Elladan was too involved with trying to calm the near-hysterical servant to pay his brother's
words any attention.
Elrohir kept staring at the study's now-opened window. Then he saw something he never thought he
would ever see. He blinked, rubbed at his eyes, shook his head to clear it of the vision, to no
avail. "Elladan," he called, looking over briefly. "Glorfindel and Fluffy just *flew* out the
window."
Still, his twin didn't seem to hear.
Elrohir turned back to his watch just in time to see Elrond fly out the window to join Glorfindel
and Fluffy. He saw Elrond's hand seeming to glow blue.
/Vilya,/ he thought with a groan. /They just *had* to find Vilya. Now we'll *never* catch them./
He looked to his brother, saw him just as preoccupied as before. Looking back to the two flying
Elflings, he watched with a small smile and a feeling of dread as first they flapped their arms,
then noticed that they didn't *need* to do that to stay up. He saw Glorfindel smile at Elrond,
even as he held Fluffy tightly by one leg in one small hand.
"See?" little Glorfindel said. "I *told* you Fluffy was magic! Now we can fly!"
Then the small ones turned in midair, saw Elrohir staring at them with a confusing array of
emotions playing across his face. They waved happily at him, then flew away, laughing.
"Elladan!" Elrohir yelled as he readied himself to make the not-so-far jump to the ground. He
saw his brother's head snap around to look at him. "Elrond and Glorfindel are flying away!"
Then Elrohir jumped to the ground and raced off after the quickly-escaping small ones.
Inside the room, Elladan and the servant stared at the empty balcony in surprise.
"Did he just say they were *flying*?" Elladan croaked. Without waiting for a reply, he ran and
jumped over the edge of the balcony, joining his twin in the chase.
Left alone in Elrond's bedroom, the servant blinked in amazement, then turned and hurried back to
the kitchen. In his mind was a single thought. /Just *wait* until everyone hears about *this*!/
TBC...
Uh-oh! ;oD Don't worry, there'll be more Vilya goodness next time. This just seemed a good
place to end this chapter. So, you know the drill. Click the button down there and let me know
what you thought, hmm? ;)