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Disclaimer I don't own LOTR, Tolkien does.
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Elrond stares at Elrohir that was giving him an evil smirk. Something told Elrond that his second youngest son will never let him forget that tumble out the window. Still their was one thing that still left some of his dignity intact, he could ground Elrohir. Right now, especially, was very tempting. Pulling himself up from the chair, Elrond made his way painfully to Elladan's side. Unfortunately he broke an ankle in the fall, just what he needed.
Estel broke an arm, Elrond broke an ankle, and Elrohir broke a few ribs, and his collarbone in the fall. All this could be traced back to one thing, Estel getting the chicken pox.
"Broder no wake yet?" Estel asks from the corner.
"No, he still hasn't awoke." Elrond answers heavily.
"May I try?" Estel asks walking forward.
"No little one."
"Come on father, let the little human go at it." Elrohir teases. "Afraid that a little kid can do what you cannot?"
Elrond glares at his second youngest in warning. "Fine Estel, you can try to wake up your brother. I got to have a discussion with your brother."
Elrohir paled as his father neared him. Despite his injury, Elrond had Elrohir's ass bared, and bent over his knee. Elrond made him self a little more comfortable on the chair than began to spank Elrohir again. This time he was not being so gentle about it either.
Gingerly Estel walks up to Elladan's bed, contemplating for a moment what he should do. Then climbing up he takes Elladan's hand.
A heart stopping scream fills the room, then the sound of a small body hitting the ground. Elrond pauses on spanking Elrohir, Elrohir stops yelling. All eyes fixed on Elladan who clutched his hand. Blood seemed to work it's way through his fingers, and his face contorted, having sat up way to fast for his own good.
"Estal what did you do?" Elrond asks.
"I woke him up, just like I said I would." Estal chirps from the floor.
"He bit me." Elladan hisses. "That bloody son of an orc bit me."
Slowly Elrond brought his hand up to his head. This was getting to much, way to much. Why did fates have to deal him with three dysfunctional kids? Why did the good one have to go and stay with Galadriel? Still bent over Elrond's knew Elrohir chuckles, eyes still glued on his brother.
"Estel out did you dad, your getting to old to be lord." Elrohir says without thinking.
Elrond brings down a hand hard on Elrohir's rear. The slap herd by more then the four in the room. Elrohir howled in pain, launching off Elrond's lap. Hoping by some means running around holding his ass would help ease the pain. It unfortunately proved more amusing then good cause his pants were still around his ankles. Tears brimmed Elrohir's eyes, Elrond's point was made clear.
"Estel don't scratch." Elrond warns.
"But it itches!" Estel complains.
"Don't make me spank you like Elrohir." Elrond growls.
Estel's hands shoot to his lap and folds, his face turning as innocent as a child could be. Groaning Elrond lifts himself off the chair. It would be wise if he looked at Elladan's hand, it was bleeding quite nicely.
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Disclaimer I don't own LOTR, Tolkien does.
_
Elrond stares at Elrohir that was giving him an evil smirk. Something told Elrond that his second youngest son will never let him forget that tumble out the window. Still their was one thing that still left some of his dignity intact, he could ground Elrohir. Right now, especially, was very tempting. Pulling himself up from the chair, Elrond made his way painfully to Elladan's side. Unfortunately he broke an ankle in the fall, just what he needed.
Estel broke an arm, Elrond broke an ankle, and Elrohir broke a few ribs, and his collarbone in the fall. All this could be traced back to one thing, Estel getting the chicken pox.
"Broder no wake yet?" Estel asks from the corner.
"No, he still hasn't awoke." Elrond answers heavily.
"May I try?" Estel asks walking forward.
"No little one."
"Come on father, let the little human go at it." Elrohir teases. "Afraid that a little kid can do what you cannot?"
Elrond glares at his second youngest in warning. "Fine Estel, you can try to wake up your brother. I got to have a discussion with your brother."
Elrohir paled as his father neared him. Despite his injury, Elrond had Elrohir's ass bared, and bent over his knee. Elrond made him self a little more comfortable on the chair than began to spank Elrohir again. This time he was not being so gentle about it either.
Gingerly Estel walks up to Elladan's bed, contemplating for a moment what he should do. Then climbing up he takes Elladan's hand.
A heart stopping scream fills the room, then the sound of a small body hitting the ground. Elrond pauses on spanking Elrohir, Elrohir stops yelling. All eyes fixed on Elladan who clutched his hand. Blood seemed to work it's way through his fingers, and his face contorted, having sat up way to fast for his own good.
"Estal what did you do?" Elrond asks.
"I woke him up, just like I said I would." Estal chirps from the floor.
"He bit me." Elladan hisses. "That bloody son of an orc bit me."
Slowly Elrond brought his hand up to his head. This was getting to much, way to much. Why did fates have to deal him with three dysfunctional kids? Why did the good one have to go and stay with Galadriel? Still bent over Elrond's knew Elrohir chuckles, eyes still glued on his brother.
"Estel out did you dad, your getting to old to be lord." Elrohir says without thinking.
Elrond brings down a hand hard on Elrohir's rear. The slap herd by more then the four in the room. Elrohir howled in pain, launching off Elrond's lap. Hoping by some means running around holding his ass would help ease the pain. It unfortunately proved more amusing then good cause his pants were still around his ankles. Tears brimmed Elrohir's eyes, Elrond's point was made clear.
"Estel don't scratch." Elrond warns.
"But it itches!" Estel complains.
"Don't make me spank you like Elrohir." Elrond growls.
Estel's hands shoot to his lap and folds, his face turning as innocent as a child could be. Groaning Elrond lifts himself off the chair. It would be wise if he looked at Elladan's hand, it was bleeding quite nicely.
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