Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
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LoveChilde: Actually, *Nenya* (Galadriel's ring) is the Ring of Water, Vilya is the Ring of Air.
Trust me on this, I looked it up in several different places. Research is my friend. ;)
--
Mongrel Elf: Oh, I see. So, you sort of can tell what someone's like by what they listen to? Boy,
am I a mess, then! ;) I like stuff like Celtic folksongs, Loreena McKennitt, Enya, Dar Williams,
Beth Hart, neo-classical (instrumental soundtracks. Real classical is just so looong and
boooring and pointless!), ummm... soft rock, harp music, the occasional dance song if it has a
good, driving rhythm... I'm sure there's more, but I just can't think of it right now. All sorts
of different stuff. :)
--
Kalen: You *have* to keep writing "Not Playing Fair"!! Or I'll send my rabid plotbunnies at you
and *then* you'll be sorry! They're vicious! ;o)
--
The Plutonian Cow: Arwen? Umm... she's in Minas Tirith, settling in to being Queen, I'd say...
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A/N: 1)This is a few weeks after the Vilya Incident. Gandalf *finally* makes an appearance... poor
Gandalf! :oD
2)Sorry it's taken so long for this fic to be updated... first FF.net's loong downtime, and the
Muses went *poof!* for a space on this, then I just couldn't get a good, flowing plotline... and
the 'bunnies started me writing on perhaps a dozen other fic... Argh!! :P
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 14
"Where are you, you little-" called a very frustrated Elrohir. His temper was worn quite thin
after the past two weeks of constantly chasing after the two little brats.
To the Twins' dismay, though they had stripped the two Elflings to the skin on several occasions--
mostly for the dreaded-by-all baths --Elladan and Elrohir had yet to find Vilya. What was even
more confounding, come evening, Elrond himself, the grown one, couldn't find it.
"Come back he- Mithrandir!" Elladan's inelegant squeak of surprise brought a slight grin to his
brother's face, the grin widening as he followed his brother into one of Rivendell's many
clearings.
Elladan sat on the ground in front of the wizard, slightly dishevelled, leaves and twigs tangled
in his hair and a dark blush spreading across his face, as he had run face-first into the wizard,
bounced off, and landed seat-first on the ground.
Elrohir watched the spectacle before him, chuckling quietly at his brother's confused stammering
in the face of the white-clad wizard. Then his attention was seized abruptly as senses honed to
razor sharpness after weeks of taking care of the younglings sounded a small warning in his head.
Even as he scanned the glade to find the source of his unease, sharp hearing caught the faint
hint of soft giggles coming from Gandalf's direction.
Frowning in concentration, Elrohir sidestepped silently, focusing on his hearing, trying to
pinpoint where the giggles were coming from. He thought at first that surely the small ones must
be hiding somewhere in the bushes beyond the wizard, but after he moved he heard the giggles
again-- once more from Gandalf's direction.
Elladan was no help. He had since stopped his stammering, but was as yet still too distracted--
apparently by trying to see how darkly he could blush before the rush of blood to his face caused
him to lose consciousness --to notice anything beyond his embarrassment.
With a sigh, Elrohir cast a glance to the horizon where the sun was just beginning to disappear,
one growing edge already sunk below the mountains. He sighed again. He *knew* the two were
hiding somewhere nearby, and that he had to find them soon. It would not be the first time that
he and his brother had been unable to recapture the little monsters on time, only to have the
full-grown, mortally embarrassed Elves have to sneak back into the House wearing nothing but the
ragged remains of the too-small clothing they *had* been wearing.
This time, he knew, it was different. If his father and Glorfindel were, say, hiding in a tree at
the clearing's edge, and the sudden change caused them to lose their balance and fall facefirst
to the clearing at the wizard's feet.... Elrohir winced. That wouldn't be very good. Though it
*would* save time on an explanation of *why* Elrond had written to Gandalf and summoned him so
abruptly.
He scanned the shrubs at the clearing's edge, as well as the branches of the trees, with no luck.
More giggles came from Gandalf's direction.
Elrohir saw the mirthful sparkle in Gandalf's eyes even as Elladan once again began stammering a
confused explanation mostly consisting of the words 'chasing' and 'Elflings' as he got to his
feet.
He saw the wizard's robe ripple even as the muffled giggle was heard again.
He saw the Sun sink below the horizon just as the realization of where exactly the two were
hiding settled into his consciousness.
He flung out a helpless hand in the wizard's direction, his strangled shout echoing across the
clearing even as he hurled himself across the space between himself and the white-clad Istari.
"No!"
Too late.
The look on Gandalf's face was one Elrohir knew he would never forget.
First, the kindly eyes narrowed as a frown of confusion formed on his face at Elrohir's shout.
Then they widened with surprise as he found himself borne abruptly skyward with no warning but
the yell and sudden sound of ripping cloth from beneath his robe. A yelp born of shock escaped
lips more accustomed to giving wise counsel and blowing smoke rings.
The Twins watched helplessly as Gandalf flew upward, his thin legs and arms flailing in the air,
his robe flying up as he did to reveal the suddenly-grown Elf-lords that stood, pressed tightly
together where they had been hiding for the past few minutes. They were naked except for what
scraps of torn, too-small clothing remained on them. They blinked at the staring Twins in
shocked confusion.
Both Elrond and Glorfindel had acquired a certain resignation about the fact that no matter how
hard the Twins tried, there would be times when they could not be caught in time. But it was
still a shock every time it happened, even more so when there was someone there to witness the
sudden transformation. Luckily, the only witnesses so far had been the Twins and the occasional
servant.
Gandalf thumped down rear-first on the ground behind the lords, causing them to jump slightly in
shock and embarrassment. A quick glance behind had them blushing easily as deeply as Elladan had
been scant minutes before. To have Middle-earth's most powerful wizard see them in such a state...!
Elrohir was the first to move. He unclasped his cloak and offered it to his father, who took it
gratefully, wrapping it tightly about himself. Glorfindel did the same scant moments later with
Elladan's cloak. Then the two cloak-clad Elves turned to face the stunned wizard.
Gandalf did not speak for a long moment. Then he stirred and smiled gently. He looked to Elrond.
"I take it *this* is the problem you requested my urgent assistance on?" His eyes sparkled with
humor, chuckles began to escape his lips.
Elrond nodded. "Yes. I-" he broke off abruptly, stared to the ground and the small doll that lay
abandoned there. "Glorfindel, is that Fluffy?"
Glorfindel protectively picked up the toy. He had grown rather fond of it in the weeks since the
twins had 'found' it for him. "Yes."
"And is that Vilya it's wearing as an armband?" Without bothering to wait his answer, Elrond took
back his Ring from the toy and slipped it back onto his finger where it belonged... at least
until he could find a child-proof hiding spot for it.
"Elrond?" Gandalf asked, one eyebrow arched in question.
"It is a long story, my friend, and I for one would prefer to speak it both indoors and clothed."
The wizard chuckled again, then followed as the two Elf-lords led the way back to Elrond's house,
the Twins taking up the rear.
TBC...
So, what did you think? Will Gandalf know what to do? Will he be able to do it? What about the
inhabitants of Rivendell? ;o)
Click the button down there and feed the rabid plotbunnies a review...
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
--
LoveChilde: Actually, *Nenya* (Galadriel's ring) is the Ring of Water, Vilya is the Ring of Air.
Trust me on this, I looked it up in several different places. Research is my friend. ;)
--
Mongrel Elf: Oh, I see. So, you sort of can tell what someone's like by what they listen to? Boy,
am I a mess, then! ;) I like stuff like Celtic folksongs, Loreena McKennitt, Enya, Dar Williams,
Beth Hart, neo-classical (instrumental soundtracks. Real classical is just so looong and
boooring and pointless!), ummm... soft rock, harp music, the occasional dance song if it has a
good, driving rhythm... I'm sure there's more, but I just can't think of it right now. All sorts
of different stuff. :)
--
Kalen: You *have* to keep writing "Not Playing Fair"!! Or I'll send my rabid plotbunnies at you
and *then* you'll be sorry! They're vicious! ;o)
--
The Plutonian Cow: Arwen? Umm... she's in Minas Tirith, settling in to being Queen, I'd say...
--
A/N: 1)This is a few weeks after the Vilya Incident. Gandalf *finally* makes an appearance... poor
Gandalf! :oD
2)Sorry it's taken so long for this fic to be updated... first FF.net's loong downtime, and the
Muses went *poof!* for a space on this, then I just couldn't get a good, flowing plotline... and
the 'bunnies started me writing on perhaps a dozen other fic... Argh!! :P
*****
Saruman's Revenge
by SkyFire
Part 14
"Where are you, you little-" called a very frustrated Elrohir. His temper was worn quite thin
after the past two weeks of constantly chasing after the two little brats.
To the Twins' dismay, though they had stripped the two Elflings to the skin on several occasions--
mostly for the dreaded-by-all baths --Elladan and Elrohir had yet to find Vilya. What was even
more confounding, come evening, Elrond himself, the grown one, couldn't find it.
"Come back he- Mithrandir!" Elladan's inelegant squeak of surprise brought a slight grin to his
brother's face, the grin widening as he followed his brother into one of Rivendell's many
clearings.
Elladan sat on the ground in front of the wizard, slightly dishevelled, leaves and twigs tangled
in his hair and a dark blush spreading across his face, as he had run face-first into the wizard,
bounced off, and landed seat-first on the ground.
Elrohir watched the spectacle before him, chuckling quietly at his brother's confused stammering
in the face of the white-clad wizard. Then his attention was seized abruptly as senses honed to
razor sharpness after weeks of taking care of the younglings sounded a small warning in his head.
Even as he scanned the glade to find the source of his unease, sharp hearing caught the faint
hint of soft giggles coming from Gandalf's direction.
Frowning in concentration, Elrohir sidestepped silently, focusing on his hearing, trying to
pinpoint where the giggles were coming from. He thought at first that surely the small ones must
be hiding somewhere in the bushes beyond the wizard, but after he moved he heard the giggles
again-- once more from Gandalf's direction.
Elladan was no help. He had since stopped his stammering, but was as yet still too distracted--
apparently by trying to see how darkly he could blush before the rush of blood to his face caused
him to lose consciousness --to notice anything beyond his embarrassment.
With a sigh, Elrohir cast a glance to the horizon where the sun was just beginning to disappear,
one growing edge already sunk below the mountains. He sighed again. He *knew* the two were
hiding somewhere nearby, and that he had to find them soon. It would not be the first time that
he and his brother had been unable to recapture the little monsters on time, only to have the
full-grown, mortally embarrassed Elves have to sneak back into the House wearing nothing but the
ragged remains of the too-small clothing they *had* been wearing.
This time, he knew, it was different. If his father and Glorfindel were, say, hiding in a tree at
the clearing's edge, and the sudden change caused them to lose their balance and fall facefirst
to the clearing at the wizard's feet.... Elrohir winced. That wouldn't be very good. Though it
*would* save time on an explanation of *why* Elrond had written to Gandalf and summoned him so
abruptly.
He scanned the shrubs at the clearing's edge, as well as the branches of the trees, with no luck.
More giggles came from Gandalf's direction.
Elrohir saw the mirthful sparkle in Gandalf's eyes even as Elladan once again began stammering a
confused explanation mostly consisting of the words 'chasing' and 'Elflings' as he got to his
feet.
He saw the wizard's robe ripple even as the muffled giggle was heard again.
He saw the Sun sink below the horizon just as the realization of where exactly the two were
hiding settled into his consciousness.
He flung out a helpless hand in the wizard's direction, his strangled shout echoing across the
clearing even as he hurled himself across the space between himself and the white-clad Istari.
"No!"
Too late.
The look on Gandalf's face was one Elrohir knew he would never forget.
First, the kindly eyes narrowed as a frown of confusion formed on his face at Elrohir's shout.
Then they widened with surprise as he found himself borne abruptly skyward with no warning but
the yell and sudden sound of ripping cloth from beneath his robe. A yelp born of shock escaped
lips more accustomed to giving wise counsel and blowing smoke rings.
The Twins watched helplessly as Gandalf flew upward, his thin legs and arms flailing in the air,
his robe flying up as he did to reveal the suddenly-grown Elf-lords that stood, pressed tightly
together where they had been hiding for the past few minutes. They were naked except for what
scraps of torn, too-small clothing remained on them. They blinked at the staring Twins in
shocked confusion.
Both Elrond and Glorfindel had acquired a certain resignation about the fact that no matter how
hard the Twins tried, there would be times when they could not be caught in time. But it was
still a shock every time it happened, even more so when there was someone there to witness the
sudden transformation. Luckily, the only witnesses so far had been the Twins and the occasional
servant.
Gandalf thumped down rear-first on the ground behind the lords, causing them to jump slightly in
shock and embarrassment. A quick glance behind had them blushing easily as deeply as Elladan had
been scant minutes before. To have Middle-earth's most powerful wizard see them in such a state...!
Elrohir was the first to move. He unclasped his cloak and offered it to his father, who took it
gratefully, wrapping it tightly about himself. Glorfindel did the same scant moments later with
Elladan's cloak. Then the two cloak-clad Elves turned to face the stunned wizard.
Gandalf did not speak for a long moment. Then he stirred and smiled gently. He looked to Elrond.
"I take it *this* is the problem you requested my urgent assistance on?" His eyes sparkled with
humor, chuckles began to escape his lips.
Elrond nodded. "Yes. I-" he broke off abruptly, stared to the ground and the small doll that lay
abandoned there. "Glorfindel, is that Fluffy?"
Glorfindel protectively picked up the toy. He had grown rather fond of it in the weeks since the
twins had 'found' it for him. "Yes."
"And is that Vilya it's wearing as an armband?" Without bothering to wait his answer, Elrond took
back his Ring from the toy and slipped it back onto his finger where it belonged... at least
until he could find a child-proof hiding spot for it.
"Elrond?" Gandalf asked, one eyebrow arched in question.
"It is a long story, my friend, and I for one would prefer to speak it both indoors and clothed."
The wizard chuckled again, then followed as the two Elf-lords led the way back to Elrond's house,
the Twins taking up the rear.
TBC...
So, what did you think? Will Gandalf know what to do? Will he be able to do it? What about the
inhabitants of Rivendell? ;o)
Click the button down there and feed the rabid plotbunnies a review...