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The Revenge, Part 2

Galahan

It was the morning of the day Mithrandir was scheduled to arrive. Breakfast went normally, and Erestor went off with Estel to do the morning lessons. On their way off to find something interesting to do while they waited for an opportunity to snatch Estel, the twin sons of Elrond encountered a servant nervously bouncing from one foot to the other in front of the door to the room used to tutor Estel. He would repeatedly raise his hand as if to knock, then lower it. It was obvious that he had bad news for Erestor and was afraid to deliver it. Elrond's chief advisor had quite a temper sometimes.

Elladan figured that this was as good a time as any for Estel-snatching. He told Elrohir to wait around the corner until he called. Elrohir obeyed, a little puzzled. Elladan then walked up to the servant with an amused expression on his face and said, "Bad news?" The servant just nodded and raised his hand to knock again, then lowered the hand.

Elladan pretended to pause as if thinking for a moment, then said, "Since I have less than wonderful news as well, tell me what he needs to know and I'll deliver your message as well. There's no reason to have the masons make two tombstones instead of only one!"

The servant smiled, nodded, thanked Elladan profusely, and darted off. Without telling Elladan his message. "What about the message?" he shouted down the corridor at the rapidly diminishing form of the servant. This made the servant come zipping back. Elladan was then informed that there were no quarters suitable for someone of Mithrandir's status available and the occupants of suitable ones refused to move.

Smiling to himself, Elladan knocked on the door and entered. Erestor looked up from where he was trying to convince a ver unwilling Estel to learn Quenya and scowled. Elladan quickly said, "Beforeyouthrowmeoutthewindoworsomething,you'llneedtohearthis.TherearenosuitableguestquartersavailableforMithrandirandthecurrentoccupantsareunwillingtomove." Erestor just stared at him for a moment then said, " Why? Are there dwarves in those other quarters? No, I don't suppose you would know. You do realize of course that Mithrandir will arrive in only a few hours and this should have been taken care of last week?"

Completely ignoring Estel's joyous shout and happy dance over Mithrandir's imminent arrival, which managed to knock over a bottle of ink, Erestor swept out of the room wearing his customary scowl. Halfway into the hallway, Erestor half-turned and said, "Elladan, watch Estel for the time it takes to sort out this mess." Estel chose that moment to ask, "Did you say that to him in Quenya? Can you teach me?"

Elladan took one look at the inky Estel, the inky desk, the inky floor, and the inky Quenya and shouted down the hallway, "ELROHIR, GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE AND HELP ME! " Elrohir came running from his place around the corner.

It took an half hour to clean up the inky desk, inky floor, and inky Quenya. It might have gone faster, but Estel insisted upon profusely apologizing and "helping" to clean up. His idea of "helping was smearing the ink puddle until it made an even bigger mess. When the room was finally clean, the twins took one look at their inky selves and the inky Estel and simultaneously decided, "Bath time." This, of course, led to a not-so-merry game of catch Estel.

By the time the three of them were presentable once more, it was time for lunch. Lunch consisted of soup, fruit, and "How much longer until Mithrandir gets here?" After approximately 693 "A few hours, Estel"s, lunch was finally over. It was almost time for Mithrandir's arrival, so the twins suggested that they go outside to watch for him and play in the snow. This went over very well with Estel, who was waiting by the door, dressed to go outside, faster than the speediest horse runs a furlong.

When the twins were finally ready to go outside (honestly, that horse must have gotten in two miles by then!), they led Estel to the place Elladan had scouted out previously. While they waited for Mithrandir to arrive, they unsuccessfully attempted to build a snowelf, made three snowValar each, and wrestled some. As soon as Elrohir caught sight of Mithrandir, he told Elladan too quietly for Estel to hear.

Elladan's only response was to take the bottle of throw up potion and pour some of it in the snow. The snow then turned a nasty yellowish color. Elrohir got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was right on the mark, for Elladan shouted to Estel, "Help me make Elrohir eat yellow snow!" Estel happily complied, and before he knew it, Elrohir had consumed a large amount of snow with throw up potion mixed in. A moment later he was throwing up.

Elladan winced and said, "Maybe we shouldn't have made him eat all of that yellow snow." Estel nodded in agreement, looking worried. By this time one didn't need Elven eyes to see Mithrandir. So, Elladan said, "I'll take him back to the house. Mithrandir's almost here. It wouldn't be fair to make you come back with us now. And you'll only be alone for a few minutes. Try not to get in trouble, and most of all, STAY HERE until Elrond's official greeting is over."

Elladan turned to walk back to the house, half-carrying, half-dragging Elrohir with him. When the pair reached the place along the path back to the house that overlooked where Estel was watching from, Elladan had Elrohir drink more of the potion. Before he could throw up, though, Elladan dragged his brother off the path, into their snowball-stocked hiding place. Elrohir started throwing up.

Meanwhile, Mithrandir had arrived at the spot below where Estel was watching and Elrond, accompanied by Erestor, had come out to greet the wizard. Since Elladan had three snowballs, he thought this was perfect. He quickly threw two snowballs, each taking out a target. The third crumbled some in his hand, but he still gave the immaculate Erestor plenty of snow in his face and down his stiff-necked collar. Elladan then grabbed Elrohir and continued up the path. They soon arrived at the house, where the servants took pity on Elrohir and helped Elladan get him to his rooms. After he puked a few more times, often on them, the servants stopped pitying, though.

Estel, however, was unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He started laughing hysterically as soon as the snowballs hit. Since everyone in the vicinity could tell that the snowballs had come from Estel's direction, he had no help, even from Lindir, who usually was willing to cover for him to get him out of trouble. Elrond was furious. He immediately sentenced the child to clearing all the main balconies from snow. Estel never really got a chance to protest.

By the time dinner came around, Elrond had learned that his sons had been in charge of watching Estel and that Elrohir had been throwing up. It was only logical, therefore, that he ask what happened. Elladan gave his 'I'm-in-trouble' grin and said, "ImadeElrohireatyellowsnow."

Elrond blinked. Then he said, "Slower, Elladan." Apparently he wasn't as good as Erestor at translating. "I. Made. Elrohir. Eat. Yellow. Snow. And. It. Made. Him. Throw. Up." Elrond just sighed.

Lindir eventually told the twins what had happened after they left. The twins, of course, found it incredibly funny, giving the rest of the table a suspicious feeling.

Later that night, Elrond, Glorfindel, And Mithrandir were having a glass of miruvor and discussing the snowball prank. "I don't think Estel could have done it. The weather has been too cold for him to make a snowelf. How would he have managed snowballs?" That was Glorfindel's contribution. "When I observed the twins' reaction to the story, it seemed that they were most amused when they heard of Estel's punishment," said Mithrandir.

Elrond slowly nodded. After a few moments of thought, he sadly said, "I agree with both of you. Estel could not have done it. And even Elladan knows better than to feed someone yellow snow. I'd bet that if I checked my healing supplies, I'd be short on the potion used for getting poisons out of a person's stomach. It looks yellow and almost instantly makes a person throw up. I do not want to believe that my sons have become so treacherous that they would do this, but I must. It would appear that they need a lesson in honesty."

Mithrandir's eyes twinkled.

THE END

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