Elladan and Elrohir sat back in their seats watching the festivities happily. The game had been going on for a good hour now and it's contestants were well on their way to being drunk. The dwarf had been the hardest to get inebriated. He had twice as many cups in front of him as any of the others. He had the highest total of twenty four cups. Legolas was next with fourteen, Aragorn and Gandalf had twelve, Boromir eleven, Frodo and Merry shared the total of nine, Pippin had seven and Sam brought up the rear with six.

The hobbits were happily singing songs from the Shire while dancing around the hall. Elladan had to admit the songs were very catchy and the dances were simple and easy to mimick. Gandalf joined the hobbbits happily knowing the steps after years spent in the hobbit's company. The hobbits soon dragged the rest of the dinner party into the dance.

The bigger people of the company were not as swift on their feet as they normally would be. Gimli after a dizzy spin stumbled into Legolas nearly knocking the elf off his feet.

"Watch where you are going Dwarf!" Legolas snapped eyes ablaze.

"Why do you not-" Gimli began.

"Peace you two." Elladan interrupted before a fight broke out. "We are here to have a good time."

Gimli muttered something in the dwarven language that the elder twin was sure was an insult. Legolas' eyes narrowed in anger. Elrohir moved behind their friend ready to grab the elf when a bright falsh of light flew by.

Surprised everyone turned to stare at the wizard.

"That is quite enough of that thank you." Gandalf replied with authority even though his speach was slightly slurred.

"Do it again Gandalf! Do it again!" Pippin hollared tugging on the wizards robes.

Gandalf complied and soon harmless balls of light were bouncing around the room. Everyone laughed acting like children as they tried to catch the balls of light. Legolas leaped up into the rafters after one stretching to catch the glow in his hands.

Elrohir's eyes widened in worry. Legolas was drunk and a fall from that height could hurt him. "Legolas! Come down from there!"

Legolas smirked at his friend. He sat astride the rafter giggling. "I do not think so, 'Ro."

"Legolas!"

"'Ro, 'Ro, 'Ro," Legolas sang in a sing song voice. He switched to an elvish song as he danced around in the rafters.

Gimli's voice boomed throughout the hall as he reencounted a tale to Boromir and Aragorn. The hobbits rushed over to them acting out the story as Gimli told it.

"I am the dwarf lord Dwalin." Pippin announced. "All shall listen to me."

"And I am Thorin." Merry shouted climbing onto the table top.

Gandalf had sat back in one of the cushions fashioning little animals out of smoke and light. He set them up like a large gameboard. "Now you, whatever you are, will go here." He murmured. One of the pieces, shaped like an Oliphaunt, trumpeted before moving across the table. "No no no." Gandalf scolded it. "You go here."

Elladan rubbed his eyes before looking over at his brother who was still trying to convince Legolas to come down. "This may not have been a good idea."

~*~*~*~

"But Lord Elrond you don't understand-"

Glorfindel slipped silently into Elrond's study in time to hear Rowan protesting. He leaned back against the wall listening to the exchange.

"Rowan have you talked to Legolas about this?" Elrond asked the young elf.

Rowan growled in anger. "Yes and he's as stubborn as his sire!"

"Then how do you expect me to sway the Prince if you cannot?"

"Order him to stay here. You're the Lord of Imladris."

"Rowan I happen to believe that Legolas should be the one to go." Elrond replied gently. "Legolas is also old enough to decide what he wants to do."

"We live as near to the shadow as any of us care to get and now your sending Legolas into Mordor!"

"Legolas' constant dealings with Dol Guider will be an asset on this quest. He will know what to expect."

"But Thranduil is very protective of his son. He loves Legolas."

Elrond sighed. "No more and no less than I love Aragorn. I have no wish for my foster son to travel there."

"But you're not the one that has to tell Thranduil!" Rowan cried. "Do you know what his father is going to do to me when I come home without his son!"

"I will send a messenger to King Thranduil, Rowan. Everything will be fine I assure you. The Prince is a good and capable warrior, you must have faith."

Rowan slumped back in his seat looking utterly defeated. "If you say so my Lord. I just hope you're prepared when Thranduil comes to your door."

Elrond got up and crossed over to the younger elf putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Do not worry young one. Now why don't you go and get some rest."

Dejectedly Rowan let Elrond steer him out the doors. Elrond turned his gaze on Glorfindel who had a large grin on his face. "About Thranduil-"

"No my Lord." Glorfindel replied holding up his hands and shaking his head. "I am sorry but there is nothing you can do that will send me to the Wood King's door to tell him that Legolas is going to Mount Doom. No."

Elrond glared at his long time friend. "You are not helping Glorfindel."

Glorfindel smirked. "You are going to have to downright order someone to go and it's not going to be me."

"Maybe Estor."

"That's cruel Elrond."

~*~*~*~

Up in the rafters Legolas rocked on his perch laughing in delight. Elrohir felt like choking his long time friend but he couldn't release his hold on Boromir. Elladan had a hold of Aragorn and was restraining the human.

It had started when Aragorn had commanded Boromir to fetch more wine. The man from Gondor had not taken the order well stating that he was no serving wench. Aragorn had then reminded Boromir of his nonexistant kingship.

The only person that could have helped them at this point was soundly asleep on the pillows his tall hat sagging over his face. Gandalf wasn't the only one out cold. The hobbits had passed out and were scattered all over the dining hall. Pippin had fallen asleep on the table; Merry was underneath it; Frodo had curled into one of the pillows; and Sam was at his feet. Gimli hadn't passed out yet, but was watching the whole activity in a stupor.

"By what right to you have to tell me what to do?!" Boromir demanded.

"Peace Boromir." Elrohir soothed. "Aragorn did not mean it that way."

"Yes I did," muttered Aragorn darkly.

"Estel!" Elladan repremanded.

"Come Boromir I will fetch the wine." Elrohir cajoled as he led the man back to the table. The distraction worked and soon Boromir was sitting at the table sipping from a tumbler.

"Fight, fight, fight, fight." Legolas sang happily from his perch.

The twins shared a disgruntled look before glaring up at Legolas.

"Would you please come down from there." Elrohir pleaded with the elf prince.

"No, no, no, 'Ro, 'Ro, 'Ro." Legolas chirped before falling into more giggles.

Loud laughter turned the elves attention. They were rather surprised to see Aragorn and Boromir rocking in their seats with laughter as they pointed at the dwarf. Their animosity forgotten in their drunken glee. Gimli had fallen backwards and they could see his feet sticking up from behind the table. A loud rumbling snore let them know the dwarf was sleeping.

~*~*~*~

"Elrond I came to speak with you a moment anyhow."

"What is it Glorfindel."

"It's your sons."

Elrond groaned aloud resting his face in his hands before looking over at his friend. "What did they do now?"

A smile hinted at the edge of the blonde's mouth. "They shut off the lower hall."

"Okay, and?"

"I think they have the Fellowship in there with them."

Elrond blinked uncomprehendingly. "I think you just said-"

"Your sons have locked the Fellowship in the lower hall with them."

"Are you sure?"

"None of the members of the Fellowship can be found. I am positive I can hear them in the hall."

"Why didn't you check?" Elrond demanded.

"Your sons have posted guards at the door."

"Guards?"

"The twins said they are following your orders."

"My orders?" Elrond sighed climbing to his feet. "My orders involved a dinner not an armed guard. Come. I am going to find out what's going on."

Glorfindel followed at the rapid pace Elrond set as they made their way to the lower halls. The posted elven guards straightened visibly upon seeing their Lord approach.

"Step aside." Elrond commanded. The guards moved aside quickly. Elrond tried the door. It didn't budge. Elrond glowered. "They've put wards on the doors."

Glorfindel snickered.

Elrond spoke the opening words before pushing the doors open and stalking into the room. He came to an abrute halt at the sight before him. Behind him he heard Glorfindel choking back a laugh.

"Ada!" Three voices cried in usion. Two with a sense of relief and one in drunken joy.

"Lord Elrond." Legolas and Boromir chimed in merrily.

Elrond bit his inner lip in amusement but kept his stoic facade. "Legolas get down from there now. Aragorn, Boromir, that is enough, to bed both of you. Eliant, Melthen, come in here and help these two to their chambers."

Both men groaned in protest as the two elves helped them to their feet and led them out the door.

Elrond returned his gaze back up to the rafters. "Legolas come down."

Legolas' lips twisted in a pout. "No."

"Do not make me get your father young one."

At Elrond's threat Legolas climbed down. The young elven prince stood dejectly in front of Elrond a moment before his eyes rolled up. Glorfindel caught the youth before he hit the floor.

"Children." Glorfindel murmured before picking the elfling up.

Elrond turned his gaze upon his sons. "You two will return the rest of the Fellowship to their chambers and I mean now. I will also expect this hall to be spotless by morning. Is that understood?"

"Yes Ada." The twins chorused not meeting their eldar's eyes.

Elrond turned leaving the hall. Glorfindel followed closely behind carrying the unconscious prince. Glorfindel saw the smile spreading over Elrond's face. He glanced at his leige warily.

"What are you thinking Elrond."

"That I have just found the perfect messengers to send to Thranduil."

Glorfindel nodded a smirk on his own face. "It is a good thing your sons are accomplished warriors."