Tales of Babysitting.
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And so, our ill-fated heroes and Lord Elrond went to dinner, where the rest of Elrond's family was gathered, along with some workers in the house.
Celebrian smiled at her husband more brightly then usual, for she was happy to be able to go to Lothlorien and visit with her old friends and her family again. Elrohir looked up at his Father. "Ada, Why can't we go with you?"
"Because, you will need to stay here, to protect all the cakes Lindir is going to make while we are gone." Elrond said, wisely appealing to the Twins' fondness of sweets.
Elladan nodded. "We shall do our best!" He said, before returning his attention to the food on his plate, for little children of any race, especially those the equivalent of a 5-year-old, have short attention spans.
"Don't let them fool you," Lindir muttered to Erestor as he put down a plate of food onto the table. "Those little Orcs will tear you part if you're not careful." He finished. Erestor nodded.
Lindir disappeared, and Erestor had to ask himself how it was possible for Lindir and Melpomaen to just appear and disappear like that. It was strange, but there was no time to ponder the oddities of the people in The Last Homely House, because the food was getting cold.
Glorfindel raised his goblet of wine to Erestor, and downed all of its contents. Erestor raised an eyebrow at him, and Glorfindel shrugged.
Two days later, Elrond and Celebrian were saying goodbye to everyone. "I'm going to miss you both so much!" Celebrian said as she hugged her sons. "Be on your BEST behavior, boys." Elrond said. "Yes, Ada" The twins chimed. Elrond's gaze turned to Erestor and Glorfindel.
"I expect everything to be exactly as we left it. And I want my sons in one piece when we get back."
"Of course, My Lord." Erestor said, while Glorfindel nodded. "Good! Then we shall be off! We'll see you when we get back!" The Lord and Lady of Rivendell got into a carriage and rode off.
Elrohir and Elladan looked at each other, then at Erestor and Glorfindel, with mischievous smiles on their faces.
Glorfindel groaned. "This, will be a LONG trip to 'Lorien, won't it, Erestor?"
"I suppose it will." Was the reply.
