Disclaimer : Characters and locations belong to J.R.R. Tolkien

Ratings : G, might be PG. I'm writing non-naughty (hopefully).

Warnings : A little, little *slash* warning, this time from the beginning.

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Silver Archer

'Hey you there ! Haldir, are you sleeping ? Now, move it, we got to get this ready, lord elrond predicted rain.'

I'm opening my eyes. Elrohir and elladan are standing in front of me, hands on the hips, looking disapproving and obviously waiting for an apology. No way. I'm not apologizing to those teenelfs ! That's below a lorién archer like me.

'Now get your rear-end moving or lord elrond will have to have a serious little talk with you ,'says elladan with the air of someone who has me to do his bidding.

I guess, I just had a crumb in my ear! Might that have been a ~threat~? HE is threatening ME? Yeah, I'm quivering with fear. The evil lord elrond would probably throw poor haldir out and make him go back to lorién. That would be a ~real~ tragedy, because I like rivendell ~so~ much. Well, but I don't want any stress right now, so I decide to cooperate. But before I can show a sign of relenting, elladan is talking again. You see, he loves to hear himself talk, that jerk.

'You are never doing anything. You are just lazy all the time even though there'd be enough work to do .'

'Stop nitpicking, ankle-biter. I'm going to help you ~now~ and that is pretty much as good as it gets, believe me.'

'Don't insult me or .', starts Elladan. Well, hold it here and gimme three guesses to figure out what he wants to leave as an option to insulting him.

He'll beat me up ? Nah, unlikely, that weak little maggot would break his bones trying to hit me. He'll tell everyone that I own some lacy underwear ? Probably that, too, but not right now.

'. you go and tell lord elrond that I'm mean to you, little elladan ?'

He flushes in a nice shade of magenta. I should consider getting dressrobe in that color. Wow.

'Yes, I will have to report lord elrond about your unacceptable behavior.'

'I'm laughing later.'

Elladan stares at me. Okay, I didn't want any stress, now I definitely got some in store for me. Hallelujah. Elrohir is quiet and seems very interested in the bugs crawling on the floor.

'Ah, shut up, haldir and just help us to carry those wood-stacks to stables.'

He walks away, looking haughtily, at least until I snatch him by the ear and pull not too gently.

'Don't be cheeky, elladan. You forget who you are talking to.' I make this sound sickening superior and elladan gets the message, or at least pretends to. I let go of his ear that is now the only part of him that shines magenta.

I'm walking through the gardens to pick up one of the wood-stacks in the grass, leaving elladan behind like a small school-elf who'd been yelled at in a very humiliating way . I'm feeling great. I don't know, it may be my sadistic vein, but I always feel high after giving someone a dressing down and so I do now. When I turn around looking at both of elronds sons, elladan is white with fury and clenches his fists, but it looks like elrohir is trying to hide a smile.

When I meet elladan in the stables the next time he is telling me : 'You'll be chucked out of here for this one, believe me.'

Well, of course, I'm laughing at this, but I'm not laughing anymore when I'm summoned to lord elronds study by an elf that looks as though somebody has died. Oh, this is going to be so great.