"We'll go to Elladan's room first. I know for a fact Elrohir hates anyone
else wearing his clothes," Estel commented. "You know the sons of Lord
Elrond well?" Giles asked. Estel turned to look at him, "Yes, they're
brothers to me, I was raised here in Imladris. I lived here for twenty
years and try to visit as often as I can, which lately isn't as often as I
would like."
"Oh of course! Estel, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, to call you by a few of
your many names."
"How do you know of my heritage, none but the people closest to me know
that?"
"Don't let him go into it, it was in that book he was reading," Spike
grumbled. Estel cast a glance at Giles who seemed to in deep concentration.
"So what noncy clothes will I have to wear?"
"Excuse me?"
"What stupid clothes will I have to wear?" he asked rolling his eyes.
"It depends on what 'Ladan has in his wardrobe, I wouldn't count on him
having a lot of good clothes. He tends to soil and tear them." He led them
up several flights of stairs and along a corridor and knocked on one of the
doors, he called out a something in elvish then walked in. "Atar wants you
to lend Spike some clothes, a dress robe and some tunics, breeches, maybe
some boots. He sent the girl to Arwen's wardrobe."
"Are you joking?"
"No, Legolas took her." Elladan started laughing and shaking his head,
"Come, we will find you some clothes." He opened his wardrobe which was
actually a wardrobe and peered inside, "All right, I have various boots in
different sizes so just try them on until you find the right size," he dug
around in the bottom and pulled out four pairs of brown boots and six pairs
of black boots, "Oh, three of them are Elrohir's, so give me them back," he
noticed his brothers stamp on the soles. "I have several tunics and a few
undershirts you can have, you are going to be getting some clothes of your
own?"
"Eventually, I gathered from Lord Elrond," Giles spoke up.
"Oh good, you got some boots yet?"
"Yeah, these ones'll do."
"Change into these breeches and this tunic. Now, dress robes, can't have
the blue one, or the green one no doubt Legolas will be wearing that."
"Can't show up looking better than the prince," Estel laughed.
"Of course not, we lowly subjects must not measure up to the standards of
Mirkwood royalty."
"We tease him too much," Estel grinned.
"All right, do you want burgundy or red?"
"Just give me the burgundy, I don't care."
"Spike, go change," Estel propelled him into the bathroom Elladan and
Elrohir shared.
"Right Giles, once Spike has changed we will take you to Erestor's room,
he's quite hospitable and friendly, I think you'll like him," Estel said
turning to Giles.
"Don't drop his books in the fire," Elladan said from inside the closet.
"Oh, there's no point giving Spike more than one change of clothes, he
won't use them. An I take it you dropped one of Erestor's books into a
fire."
"No, Elrohir did it, Legolas and I were the reason he dropped it, so
Erestor blamed all three of us and still hasn't gotten over it."
"I feel his pain, a few years ago I had almost half of my library burnt.
How long ago was it?"
"I think we were about twelve hundred and seventy and now I'm twenty eight
hundred and fifty seven."
"I would've got over it by now," Giles smiled. Estel frowned and went over
to the bathroom and started hammering on the door, "Spike! How long does it
take you to change?"
"I look like an idiot," came the reply.
"You look like an idiot all the time, we've got to get going," Giles
yelled.
"We've only got two hours until the feast!" Estel cried.
"Get out of my bathroom!" Elladan shouted, "I need to take a bath!"
"I'm not coming out!" Elladan said something to Estel in elvish and left
the room. Soon enough the door was opened from the other side and Spike
pushed through, "I'll see you all in two hours," Elladan said sticking his
head round the door, "I'll get someone to wash your clothes or possibly
burn them, they smell disgusting."
