Disclaimer: I own Joe. And Fred. Nothing else.
Kat Heiman: Hmm. . .perhaps another color for another chapter. Purple is a one-time thing, don't you think?
Lou: Yes, Arwen will get in on the action. . .in time. . .
Kelsiface: Mwu ha ha! The boys at school think I'm sick whenever I bring that up as "one of those non-gender-specific" things.
ArwenUndomiel: Arwen is going to be in it more, especially in a certain upcoming chapter. . .mwu ha ha!
Dark Phoenix: Thanks!
Zelda123: Thanks. Hehe, I'm funny. . .
Ola: Because of the food fight. Yes she is. Plenty more in-door comedy coming!
Chelsea Taylor: Well, he wasn't too happy about it either. Stupid non- existent Estel-creature bit me. Little dork. Lol.
*****
Legolas shrieked. "What is it?" Elrohir asked. The boys (and Eowyn) were attempting to cook a meal and doing a very poor job of it. Legolas had just glanced over to see how Eowyn was doing, as he was the only decent cook of the lot, and had seen a rather small HEAD poke out of her sleeve.
"Oh, calm down!" Eowyn protested, trying to salvage something of her rather burnt salad. How she managed to burn a salad I know not, but she did. "It is only Fred, the mouse." At which point she dropped her spatula and pot- with-burnt-lettuce-stuck-to-it to the ground, and as soon as the resulting CLANG was over with, she said, "Sandwiches for supper."
"Hear, hear!" cried Estel, attempting to slice his "loaf of bread", which was more like a lump of charcoal. He had tried everything--knives, teeth, nails (both meanings), shoes, jumping up and down on the lump, even hitting it with Joe! None of this worked. At which point he rose, walked over to Eowyn, and said, "But what shall we do about bread?" As if in evidence and apology he held up his blackened loaf, which Eowyn promptly chucked out the window. There was gratuitous applause.
"Legolas, bread," Eowyn ordered.
"There isn't exactly time--" Legolas protested.
"I did not ask for time, I asked for bread," Eowyn replied haughtily. Legolas was completely baffled by her logic, so decided to just go along with her and find some bread somewhere, because he certainly could not bake any himself in only half of an hour! As he went off to that, Eowyn said, "What are the rest of you looking at? Get to it! Those sandwiches won't make themselves!"
There were mutters of "right, right" and everyone tried to appear busy. The sandwiches actually came out quite well. As Galadriel said, "Most appetizing, though I know not how it took an entire day to make them. Oh, calm down, Elrond, you've probably already got high blood pressure."
The next day was free for playing outside in the rain! The sun had barely risen when six eager young folks rushed to the door--which they found to be locked! "This is an outrage! An injustice!"
"Yes, well, Estel's been ill, you twins are still on probational status, and Eowyn, being mortal, might also become ill," Elrond said. Many eyes were narrowed at him.
"I'm not your kid!" Eowyn protested.
"That was two weeks ago!" Estel observed.
"What did we do?" Elladan asked.
"Bound and gagged Estel," Elrohir replied.
"That was only in good fun!"
"Why can't I go outside?" Legolas asked.
Needless to say, no one actually did go outside. After a time Elrond decided no noise and shouted a bit, then--as was his usual resolution--told everyone to go to bed. And, needless to say, no one stayed there. Within ten minutes, the band had gathered in the twins' room.
"You want to see a mageek treeck?" Elladan asked in a heavy accent, dealing out a deck of cards. "Well I show you mageek trick! Peeck a card, beetch," he instructed Estel, who shuffled forward uncertainly. "I say pick a card bitch! Pick a card!" Elladan was being his usual frightening self. Estel chose a card. "Now geeve it back. Geeve it back! You see, theese was your card. You see? Mageek!"
There was quite a bit of laughter. After a few rounds of Speed (which I will explain next chapter if anyone doesn't know how to play), Estel found his hands both throbbing. "Magic trick?" he suggested.
"Yes! I show you many magic treeck!"
There was a knock at the door, and everyone froze. Arwen answered it, hiding behind the door lest she be seen by Elrond. It was Galadriel. "Hello," Galadriel said. "What are you all doing?"
"Smoking and stealing, ma'am," Eowyn whispered in a high-pitched voice. She had not meant for Galadriel to hear that, but Elven hearing is disturbingly acute. "A-hem," Eowyn cleared her throat as Galadriel stared. "Magic tricks, ma'am. Would you like to try one?"
"Why not?" Galadriel replied with a smirk.
"Well, then, pick a card. . .madam," Elladan instructed.
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Author's Note: Elladan in this chapter is based on a boy at my school. For those of you who are in my classes, guess who!
Kat Heiman: Hmm. . .perhaps another color for another chapter. Purple is a one-time thing, don't you think?
Lou: Yes, Arwen will get in on the action. . .in time. . .
Kelsiface: Mwu ha ha! The boys at school think I'm sick whenever I bring that up as "one of those non-gender-specific" things.
ArwenUndomiel: Arwen is going to be in it more, especially in a certain upcoming chapter. . .mwu ha ha!
Dark Phoenix: Thanks!
Zelda123: Thanks. Hehe, I'm funny. . .
Ola: Because of the food fight. Yes she is. Plenty more in-door comedy coming!
Chelsea Taylor: Well, he wasn't too happy about it either. Stupid non- existent Estel-creature bit me. Little dork. Lol.
*****
Legolas shrieked. "What is it?" Elrohir asked. The boys (and Eowyn) were attempting to cook a meal and doing a very poor job of it. Legolas had just glanced over to see how Eowyn was doing, as he was the only decent cook of the lot, and had seen a rather small HEAD poke out of her sleeve.
"Oh, calm down!" Eowyn protested, trying to salvage something of her rather burnt salad. How she managed to burn a salad I know not, but she did. "It is only Fred, the mouse." At which point she dropped her spatula and pot- with-burnt-lettuce-stuck-to-it to the ground, and as soon as the resulting CLANG was over with, she said, "Sandwiches for supper."
"Hear, hear!" cried Estel, attempting to slice his "loaf of bread", which was more like a lump of charcoal. He had tried everything--knives, teeth, nails (both meanings), shoes, jumping up and down on the lump, even hitting it with Joe! None of this worked. At which point he rose, walked over to Eowyn, and said, "But what shall we do about bread?" As if in evidence and apology he held up his blackened loaf, which Eowyn promptly chucked out the window. There was gratuitous applause.
"Legolas, bread," Eowyn ordered.
"There isn't exactly time--" Legolas protested.
"I did not ask for time, I asked for bread," Eowyn replied haughtily. Legolas was completely baffled by her logic, so decided to just go along with her and find some bread somewhere, because he certainly could not bake any himself in only half of an hour! As he went off to that, Eowyn said, "What are the rest of you looking at? Get to it! Those sandwiches won't make themselves!"
There were mutters of "right, right" and everyone tried to appear busy. The sandwiches actually came out quite well. As Galadriel said, "Most appetizing, though I know not how it took an entire day to make them. Oh, calm down, Elrond, you've probably already got high blood pressure."
The next day was free for playing outside in the rain! The sun had barely risen when six eager young folks rushed to the door--which they found to be locked! "This is an outrage! An injustice!"
"Yes, well, Estel's been ill, you twins are still on probational status, and Eowyn, being mortal, might also become ill," Elrond said. Many eyes were narrowed at him.
"I'm not your kid!" Eowyn protested.
"That was two weeks ago!" Estel observed.
"What did we do?" Elladan asked.
"Bound and gagged Estel," Elrohir replied.
"That was only in good fun!"
"Why can't I go outside?" Legolas asked.
Needless to say, no one actually did go outside. After a time Elrond decided no noise and shouted a bit, then--as was his usual resolution--told everyone to go to bed. And, needless to say, no one stayed there. Within ten minutes, the band had gathered in the twins' room.
"You want to see a mageek treeck?" Elladan asked in a heavy accent, dealing out a deck of cards. "Well I show you mageek trick! Peeck a card, beetch," he instructed Estel, who shuffled forward uncertainly. "I say pick a card bitch! Pick a card!" Elladan was being his usual frightening self. Estel chose a card. "Now geeve it back. Geeve it back! You see, theese was your card. You see? Mageek!"
There was quite a bit of laughter. After a few rounds of Speed (which I will explain next chapter if anyone doesn't know how to play), Estel found his hands both throbbing. "Magic trick?" he suggested.
"Yes! I show you many magic treeck!"
There was a knock at the door, and everyone froze. Arwen answered it, hiding behind the door lest she be seen by Elrond. It was Galadriel. "Hello," Galadriel said. "What are you all doing?"
"Smoking and stealing, ma'am," Eowyn whispered in a high-pitched voice. She had not meant for Galadriel to hear that, but Elven hearing is disturbingly acute. "A-hem," Eowyn cleared her throat as Galadriel stared. "Magic tricks, ma'am. Would you like to try one?"
"Why not?" Galadriel replied with a smirk.
"Well, then, pick a card. . .madam," Elladan instructed.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Author's Note: Elladan in this chapter is based on a boy at my school. For those of you who are in my classes, guess who!