Disclaimer: Not mine. Tolkien's 'cept Celebwen

No one knows Legolas's age, so it may be AU, maybe not. In this fic, Thranduil married Celeborn's other daughter so he and Elrond are brother-in- laws. Elrond is about 1500 years older than Thranduil. I forgot to mention the actual ages. Set in the 3rd Age ( I know the twins weren't born until the 3rd age and I don't Legolas was born until the third age either, but w/e) Ages( I'm making these up) Celeborn: 7549 Galadriel: 7531 Celebrian: 5594 Celebwen:4094 Elrond: 5595 Thranduil: 4095 Elladan and Elrohir: 47 Legolas: 34 Haldir: 54 Orophin: 42 Rumil: 37 Glorfindel: 6595 In here, Elves mature at 2000

"ELLADAN, ELROHIR, YOU WILL FIX THIS DOOR OR YOU WON'T EAT FOR TEN DAYS!!!!!" Elrond was really pissed.

"LEGOLAS, EVEN THOUGH YOU DID NOT DAMAGE THIS DOOR, YOU WILL HELP JUST BECAUSE I'M MAD!!!!!!" Thranduil couldn't think of

anything better than that. Everyone who heard it sweatdropped, except for Elrond. He anime-style fell over. As Legolas and the twins got to work, the healers

were trying to wake up Celeborn and Galadriel. Elrond and Thranduil stayed far away from Celeborn while Celebrian and Celebwen stayed far away from Galadriel.

All four were praying they wouldn't wake up until they left.

Legolas accidentally (REALLY accidentally) puonded Elladan's hand with a hammer.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" Elrohir wasn't there, he had gone to get wood for

a new door but, he sure heard Elladan scream. Elladan now had Legolas in a lock-hold.

"*What *was *that *for?" Legolas couldn't answer since Elladan had his hand over his mouth. When he didn't, Elladan punched him. Legolas broke free

and fought back. Pretty soon, there was a big fight going on in the hall. Luckily, Elrohir returned and stopped them before they could get into more trouble.

"Why were you boys fighting?" Elrohir imitated Celebrian with a high voice. Elladan and Legolas forgot they were supposed to be fighting and started

laughing. They got done with the door half an hour late...

"NO FOOD FOR TEN DAYS!!!!!!!" Elrond yelled. Thranduil was a little more sympathetic, or as Elrond called it, pathetic.

"Why don't we think of something else?"

"OK..fine..." Elrond and Thranduil whispered together for a few minutes. Finally Elrond stated,

"You guys can have food but...you will have to take...(room darkens and scary music starts playing)...music lessons...."

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The next day,

"Elladan, Elrohir, I don't care what instrument you play, just play something." Elrond said, irritated.

"Fine." The twins said in unison.

"Legolas, I don't care what instrument you play, just play something."

"Fine." Legolas ended up choosing a trumpet, Elladan chose to play an alto sax, and Elrohir chose to play a french horn. Their teacher ended up being

Glorfindel (anyone surprised that he's in here?) Elrond had told him that if he didn't, Erestor would make his life a nightmare. When Glorfindel said that Elladan,

Elrohir, and Legolas weren't much better, Elrond threatened to show everyone a picture of Glorfindel in his boxers when he was a kid. Glorfindel gave in.

"Elrohir and Legolas, for the last time, stop having a valve oil fight."

"We were not fighting, merely squirting valve oil on eaching other...on accident." Legolas said in his most royal voice. The twins started laughing like hyenas

(OK, maybe not THAT bad)

"All right... try the Concert Eb scale again." It was a horrible sound, complete with squeaking and blatting. "I give up. That's it for today." The three elflings

threw down their instruments and ran outside.

"I dread tomorrow..."