* I know you've been waiting, so I'll keep the notes short.
*Disclaimer: See chapter One.
*Featured Author: TreeHugger. Okay, she doesn't update that often, but her stories are FF.net classics! Besides, she lent me The Tricksy Trio! (appearing soon)
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Deidre got out of her bathtub, put on her nightgown and bathrobe, and looked out her window at the rising sun. She then went to the large mirror on her bedroom wall and picked up her hairbrush, ready to brush her hair. A flicker of green flashed across her field of vision as she took the towel off her head. She looked at her hair in the mirror and screamed.
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Meanwhile, over in Valinor, a young elf perked up his ears and listened for a moment, then retuned to reading his book. He could've sworn he heard a faint scream.
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Deidre, clad only in a pink silk nightgown and emerald silk dressing robe, fled down the halls of Imladris to Elrond and Celebrian's rooms, looking like some artist's twisted depiction of the Vala Yavanna with her acid green hair, emerald eyes, pale skin, and unusual outfit. She pounded on the bedroom door with her fists.
"Naneth! Ada! Let me in at once! It's an emergency!" Deidre shrieked, her face turning red with rage.
"What is it, nin iell?" asked Elrond, opening the door. One glance at Deidre told him all he needed to know. "Go and stay with your mother," he said, storming out to the twins' bedroom and yanking the laughing Elladan and Elrohir out of bed. As soon as they saw the look on their father's face, they stopped laughing. They were in for it now.
"I told you we shouldn't've done it," Elrohir hissed as they were dragged through the halls by their pajama collars.
"You told me?" Elladan replied. "It was your idea in the first place! You dragged me along, remember? I said, 'no, Elrohir, we shouldn't do this, Ada will kill us,' but you said, 'no worries, brother, he won't be that mad, he'll find it funny, and we'll get off scot-free.' Yeah right. Looks like I was right. He is going to kill us. Or worse, Deidre will."
Elrohir didn't have time to reply, for at that moment, they were dragged into Elrond's study, where Celebrian and Deidre waited. Elrond dropped them on the floor and went to stand beside Deidre.
Elrohir, at the sight of Deidre in a frilly lace-trimmed pink silk nightgown and an emerald silk dressing gown with roses embroidered on it, couldn't help snickering. "Pink silk with lace," he said. "Who would've guessed you had a girly side after all?"
Deidre looked longingly at the sword that hung above Elrond's desk, but Celebrian placed a hand on her shoulder as if to say attacking the twins with a sword was not the best means of revenge, though it might seem a good idea at first.
"What do you idiots think you were doing?" Elrond bellowed. "Dyeing her hair green! You'd better hope this stuff washes out quickly, or you two will be in so much trouble, it'll make fighting a balrog seem pleasant!"
"Yes, Ada," the twins droned.
"I have not had enough time to think up sufficient punishment, but I warn you, you are most definitely not going to like it. In the meantime, since you two are already up, you may report to Erestor. I believe the storerooms need inventorying again. Go!"
The twins groaned. Inventory was boring and stuffy, much like Erestor.
Thankfully, the dye washed out after ten scrubbings in steaming hot water, but not before the rumor of Deidre's little change had spread all through Imladris. When the twins finally got out of inventorying the storerooms, they found her in the practice courts, taking out her anger on a punching bag.
"Deidre," Elrohir said cautiously.
She looked up, saw them, and returned to attacking the punching bag. "Go kiss an orc," she said irritably.
"Ha ha, Deidre," he said, wondering if now was the best time to apologize.
"Who says I was joking? It might be the only date you ever get, horseface," she retorted. Elladan snickered at hearing Deidre's nickname for his twin, and Elrohir shot him a death glare.
"Look, are you going to let us apologize or not?" Elrohir did his best to ignore her comment, but he really hated it when she called him 'horseface'. Sure, it was a play off his name, which meant 'Elf-horse tamer,' and it would've been funny if it hadn't been his nickname, but it was annoying! And when he was trying to apologize, too!
"Okay, spill it." Deidre didn't even take her eyes off what she was doing.
"We're really sorry for dyeing your hair green, and while I admit it was my fault, Elladan wanted to rub poison ivy into your saddle again, it was just a harmless prank. I swear on Elbereth we won't do it again. And besides, its' family tradition. Turgon dyed Grandmother's hair green, her son dyed Naneth's hair purple, and we continued the tradition by repeating Turgon's idea and dyeing yours green. Never hesitate to borrow from those wiser than yourself, right? And who could be better to borrow from than the King of Gondolin? Anyway, the bottom line is, we're sorry. Do you forgive us?"
"No, but it was a nice start," she said, turning from the punching bag and giving Elrohir a swift right hook to the jaw. Then she hit Elladan with a devastating punch to the stomach.
The twins didn't complain, they had gotten what was coming to them. Elrohir rubbed his jaw, trying to see if it was broken or not. Deidre hit harder than anyone else he knew, maiden or not. Not that he had been hit by many maidens, that is.
"And that bit about you not having a girly side, we're sorry for that," Elladan said. "I mean, of course you are a girl, not like we could ignore that, the way you've been looking lately." Deidre slapped him on the face. "I mean, there's not a male elf in Imladris, well, one that's not related to you, that wouldn't love to court you."
Deidre stared. "I appreciate you trying to compliment me, but please don't mention this morning's events again. Unless you want a jaw to match your twin's, that is."
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The next morning, they were summoned to Elrond's study. "I have decided your final punishment," he declared.
"If it concerns the twins, then why am I here? Did you like my idea of locking them each in a separate room with a bunch of spiders from Mirkwood and seeing who passed out first?" Deidre asked eagerly. The twins looked at each other with horror.
"No. But Mirkwood is a part of what I have planned. In one month, the three of you will be sent to the court of King Thranduil, as my representatives. You will stay there for six months. Deidre, the reason you are going is to serve as a good example for the twins. And boys, if you play a prank on anyone while you are there, or on the way to and from Mirkwood, you both will be Deidre's personal servants for the next two years. That is my decision. I sent out a messenger this morning to inform Thranduil. That is all."
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*Next Chapter: Deidre's reaction, and what happens when the Tricksy Trio finds out?
*Disclaimer: See chapter One.
*Featured Author: TreeHugger. Okay, she doesn't update that often, but her stories are FF.net classics! Besides, she lent me The Tricksy Trio! (appearing soon)
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Deidre got out of her bathtub, put on her nightgown and bathrobe, and looked out her window at the rising sun. She then went to the large mirror on her bedroom wall and picked up her hairbrush, ready to brush her hair. A flicker of green flashed across her field of vision as she took the towel off her head. She looked at her hair in the mirror and screamed.
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Meanwhile, over in Valinor, a young elf perked up his ears and listened for a moment, then retuned to reading his book. He could've sworn he heard a faint scream.
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Deidre, clad only in a pink silk nightgown and emerald silk dressing robe, fled down the halls of Imladris to Elrond and Celebrian's rooms, looking like some artist's twisted depiction of the Vala Yavanna with her acid green hair, emerald eyes, pale skin, and unusual outfit. She pounded on the bedroom door with her fists.
"Naneth! Ada! Let me in at once! It's an emergency!" Deidre shrieked, her face turning red with rage.
"What is it, nin iell?" asked Elrond, opening the door. One glance at Deidre told him all he needed to know. "Go and stay with your mother," he said, storming out to the twins' bedroom and yanking the laughing Elladan and Elrohir out of bed. As soon as they saw the look on their father's face, they stopped laughing. They were in for it now.
"I told you we shouldn't've done it," Elrohir hissed as they were dragged through the halls by their pajama collars.
"You told me?" Elladan replied. "It was your idea in the first place! You dragged me along, remember? I said, 'no, Elrohir, we shouldn't do this, Ada will kill us,' but you said, 'no worries, brother, he won't be that mad, he'll find it funny, and we'll get off scot-free.' Yeah right. Looks like I was right. He is going to kill us. Or worse, Deidre will."
Elrohir didn't have time to reply, for at that moment, they were dragged into Elrond's study, where Celebrian and Deidre waited. Elrond dropped them on the floor and went to stand beside Deidre.
Elrohir, at the sight of Deidre in a frilly lace-trimmed pink silk nightgown and an emerald silk dressing gown with roses embroidered on it, couldn't help snickering. "Pink silk with lace," he said. "Who would've guessed you had a girly side after all?"
Deidre looked longingly at the sword that hung above Elrond's desk, but Celebrian placed a hand on her shoulder as if to say attacking the twins with a sword was not the best means of revenge, though it might seem a good idea at first.
"What do you idiots think you were doing?" Elrond bellowed. "Dyeing her hair green! You'd better hope this stuff washes out quickly, or you two will be in so much trouble, it'll make fighting a balrog seem pleasant!"
"Yes, Ada," the twins droned.
"I have not had enough time to think up sufficient punishment, but I warn you, you are most definitely not going to like it. In the meantime, since you two are already up, you may report to Erestor. I believe the storerooms need inventorying again. Go!"
The twins groaned. Inventory was boring and stuffy, much like Erestor.
Thankfully, the dye washed out after ten scrubbings in steaming hot water, but not before the rumor of Deidre's little change had spread all through Imladris. When the twins finally got out of inventorying the storerooms, they found her in the practice courts, taking out her anger on a punching bag.
"Deidre," Elrohir said cautiously.
She looked up, saw them, and returned to attacking the punching bag. "Go kiss an orc," she said irritably.
"Ha ha, Deidre," he said, wondering if now was the best time to apologize.
"Who says I was joking? It might be the only date you ever get, horseface," she retorted. Elladan snickered at hearing Deidre's nickname for his twin, and Elrohir shot him a death glare.
"Look, are you going to let us apologize or not?" Elrohir did his best to ignore her comment, but he really hated it when she called him 'horseface'. Sure, it was a play off his name, which meant 'Elf-horse tamer,' and it would've been funny if it hadn't been his nickname, but it was annoying! And when he was trying to apologize, too!
"Okay, spill it." Deidre didn't even take her eyes off what she was doing.
"We're really sorry for dyeing your hair green, and while I admit it was my fault, Elladan wanted to rub poison ivy into your saddle again, it was just a harmless prank. I swear on Elbereth we won't do it again. And besides, its' family tradition. Turgon dyed Grandmother's hair green, her son dyed Naneth's hair purple, and we continued the tradition by repeating Turgon's idea and dyeing yours green. Never hesitate to borrow from those wiser than yourself, right? And who could be better to borrow from than the King of Gondolin? Anyway, the bottom line is, we're sorry. Do you forgive us?"
"No, but it was a nice start," she said, turning from the punching bag and giving Elrohir a swift right hook to the jaw. Then she hit Elladan with a devastating punch to the stomach.
The twins didn't complain, they had gotten what was coming to them. Elrohir rubbed his jaw, trying to see if it was broken or not. Deidre hit harder than anyone else he knew, maiden or not. Not that he had been hit by many maidens, that is.
"And that bit about you not having a girly side, we're sorry for that," Elladan said. "I mean, of course you are a girl, not like we could ignore that, the way you've been looking lately." Deidre slapped him on the face. "I mean, there's not a male elf in Imladris, well, one that's not related to you, that wouldn't love to court you."
Deidre stared. "I appreciate you trying to compliment me, but please don't mention this morning's events again. Unless you want a jaw to match your twin's, that is."
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The next morning, they were summoned to Elrond's study. "I have decided your final punishment," he declared.
"If it concerns the twins, then why am I here? Did you like my idea of locking them each in a separate room with a bunch of spiders from Mirkwood and seeing who passed out first?" Deidre asked eagerly. The twins looked at each other with horror.
"No. But Mirkwood is a part of what I have planned. In one month, the three of you will be sent to the court of King Thranduil, as my representatives. You will stay there for six months. Deidre, the reason you are going is to serve as a good example for the twins. And boys, if you play a prank on anyone while you are there, or on the way to and from Mirkwood, you both will be Deidre's personal servants for the next two years. That is my decision. I sent out a messenger this morning to inform Thranduil. That is all."
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*Next Chapter: Deidre's reaction, and what happens when the Tricksy Trio finds out?
