A/N: I have no reviews. *Pouts * Well, I have four. But those were for the first chapter. Don't worry, as long as I don't get flames. Thank you everyone who is reading this story and is enjoying it. This chapter is the punishment. Heheh.

The Lord and King dragged the four culprits, by their ears, down the hall. The four kept crying out pleas and protests. But the fathers wouldn't hear of it. They dragged them into a room and threw them on a bed. Well, not threw literally, but like, yeah. Tension grew in the air. The fathers stared at their sons and daughters. It was becoming inevitable to stay quiet and staring at each other, forcing someone to confess..
"Which one of you started that mess?" An angry Thranduil asked, he was very frustrated that they had ruined their own feast that was held for their arrival in Mirkwood. And trust me, Angry + Thranduil + Frustrated = Not a good thing.
"But ada, we did nothing!" Eowiodith cried. Thranduil looked at her angrily in the eyes and she quieted and looked at the four as if it was interesting.
"We know who did it. It had to be one of you four. Either tell now, or the consequences shall be much worse." Threatened Elrond. The four looked at each other, they nodded.
"She did it!" Said Elladan and Elrohir and pointed at the other two. The girls gasped.
"He did it!" Said Eowiodith and Gléwiel, and pointed accusingly at Elrohir and Elladan. The boys gasped. Thranduil sat down, un-elvenly, on a chair. Elrond rubbed his temple and sighed in frustration.
"Come on, ada. We were just trying to lighten up the party a little." Gléwiel tried to lighten the mood. It didn't work. Instead it backfired on her. The fathers just became madder. Elladan, Elrohir, and Eowiodith sent death glares at her. Gléwiel looked down at the floor and twiddled with her hands in her lap.
Elrond stepped forward and looked down at the four scared looking children.
"Well, you know the consequences for this. Thraduil, what do you think the consequences should be?" Elrond looked over a Thranduil, Elrond sent him a look of joy. It was as if he liked to punish the young Elves. Thranduil smiled knowingly. He knew how much he wanted to punish the boys. They always did something. You had to watch the two sets of twins 24/7. What the two fathers were really concerned of was their safety. The worried- to-much, in other words they are worrywarts. The King and Lord are surprised they have not died of the stress with these four.
"Yes. And we need a suitable punishment for the crime." Thranduil said and stood up. He looked at the four confused faces.
"A crime? We did no such thing. We simply threw a few.items." Elladan hesitated on the last suitable word. The king and Lord looked at each other and smiled evilly. The four mischievous Elves became very frightened at the look on the fathers faces. Elrohir scooted so far back, he fell off the bed, and he landed with a load thud and a moan. The five looked over the edge of the bed to see a mess.
Elrohir was lying flat on his back in a bunch of clothes. The clothes were scattered everywhere. One of the dresser drawers was on the floor. A pair of green silk boxers was lying on top of Elrohir's face. You could see his eyes still; he had a gazed look in his gray eyes. The fathers and friends tried to keep a firm face, but they all could not help it. They burst out laughing.
Elrohir came back to reality and tried to take in all of the past actions. 'Ok. First, I was sitting on the bed, being scorned by ada and King Thranduiul. Then I was backing up. Then I fell to the floor. Now I hear voices. No not voices, laughter.' Elrohir thought. He blinked. His blurred vision of shock started going away and he started to see clearly again. The first thing he saw was his brother's face. It had amusement written all over it. He started sitting up, but he head started to spin. 'Bad idea.' He thought. He brought his hand up to his head in attempt to clear his vision. Feeling something on his face, his already confused face became even more confused. Wrinkled his brow in confusion, he pulled the unknown substance off his face and looked at it. It didn't take him long to notice what it was. He had a look of disgust and confusion, still, on his fair face. He threw the pair of boxes across the room and backed up to the wall; until he was flat again it. Everyone laughed harder. He glared at them and crossed his arms over his chest.
Gléwiel was laughing so hard; she fell off the bed as well and landed beside Elrohir. Her head was lying on his chest. She calmed down her laughing. She felt the warmth of his body flood onto her. She smiled and cuddled up to him.
Elrohir was a little shocked at first, but then he rested his soft chin onto her soft light brown hair. She had the fresh cent of flowers and pine trees. He breathed in the cent and let out a long exhale. He kissed her on the head and laid his head against the wall. Soon, they all calmed down and everything went tense and serious again. When Thranduil and Elrond looked at the four. They we surprised to see Gléwiel lying on Elrohir's chest, sleeping. Elrohir was sleeping as well. Elladan had done the same a couple seconds ago with Eowiodith. They were doing it differently though. Eowiodith was completely lying on Elladan. The only part that wasn't on him was her legs, which was sort of on him. Their legs were wrapped around each other's. Her head was lying on his chest as well. Elladan was laying his head on the pillow while still resting his chin on her very light brown hair. Thranduil had the slightest clue as to where she got her light brown hair. Either him or his wife new, they always thought it was a blessing from the Valar that their twin daughters had light brown hair. They thought it was a blessing to have twins all together.
Thranduil and Elrond looked at each other. The tension in the air went away and it quickly turned to the sweet comfort of sleep. They walked over to their children and lightly kissed them on their foreheads. They put a blanket over each of the pairs and smiled. They had another flashback of their loves.
Elronds wife had been captured and tortured by Orcs. She was finally found and nurtured back to health. She couldn't bare what the Orcs had done to her and traveled to the undying lands.
Thranduil's wife's death was different. She had given birth to Legolas, his youngest child. She was just getting done from recuperating from a long wait for Legolas to finally come out. It had taken her 37 hours to give birth to Legolas. The doctors gave him bad news that she could not have anymore children. She was stricken deep in the soul. She was overtooken by grief and she packed her stuff up. As much as Thranduil tried to stop her, she would tell him ' it is the only way I will be happy, melamin. Take care of our children. I will miss you. You will always be in my heart. I love you,' was her last words. She left and traveled to the undying lands. People grieved for her parting, but they remained strong. Till this day, Thranduil still doesn't understand why she had to leave.
The two stood in a moment of silence to remember their loves. When they were done, they quietly walked out of the room. They shut the door behind them and nodded. They would let their children rest now, but tomorrow. oh, they were in for it. They headed off for the dancing halls and rejoined the party.

A/N: Well, did you like? Hope you did. It took me forever to come up with this chapter. Well, review. Bye bye.