Third chapter FINALLY!!! I had absolutely zero time to do this, and it was
written in some sort
of a rush, so plz forgive spelling errors! (oh yeah, and the spacing as you know is kinda
screwy.) also, thanks to orion and blonde-angel for the suggestions. I hope you're satisfied
with the finished results!
Disclaimer: I don't- never mind. It's all the same! ;(
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Chapter Three- Evil Brother!
"Ada! Legolas stole my bow again! Can you PLEASE tell him to give it back and get lost?!?"
Celebdin was extremely frustrated. This was the third time today that "brother dearest" had
pulled one on him, and frankly, today wasn't the best day to do that. Thranduil was holding an
important council with other elf lords about what to do about the pack of Wargs gathering at
the boarders of Mirkwood, and was in NO mood to have Celebdin come whining to him about
some trivial dispute.
"How many times have I told you to control your brother? You're 112! He's 5! One your age
should be having no trouble handling a mere elfling!" Thranduil roared.
"Yes Ada," Celebdin muttered, and strode out of the room to find his bow.AND his brother.
He found "them" in a tree. Legolas was pulling back an arrow in the sting. Since he was 5,
and not that strong, he only managed to pull it back about half an inch. Even so, it was
enough for it to fly a few feet, and narrowly miss Celebdin.
"Legs, how many times have I told you to leave that alone?"
"Why?"
"They're mine."
"Why?"
"Ada gave them to me."
"Why?"
"I won a contest."
"Why?"
"I practiced!"
"Why?"
"I wanted to win!"
"Why?"
"It felt good!!!!!"
"Oh, OK!" Legolas had tried three times unsuccessfully to make his brother so annoyed that
he'd give in and let him use his bow. But he had other tricks up his sleeve. "Like when you
kiss Araniel?"
"Wh- how did you know that?!?" Celebdin was bewildered.
"I saw ya."
"Why you little." Celebdin stopped in mid sentence. He had an idea about how to get back
at his brother. "He Legs, you can play with my bow if you want, but first, let's go inside for
some wi-.uh.grape juice."
"Well, I guess so, but you GOTTA promise." The elfling said seriously.
"I promise." Celebdin said seriously, placing his hand over his heart while crossing his
fingers. Legolas didn't suspect a thing.
*Later in the kitchen*
"OK, Legs, you wait right here. I get us some juice." Celebdin was practically skipping with
glee. It was perfect! Legolas would mistake the wine for grape juice and get so woozy that
he'd eventually fall asleep, and be out of Celebdin's way for the rest of the day! The only
catch? Ada could NEVER find out.he'd have to figure something out. Selecting one of the
strongest brews, he returned to his little brother seated at the table, and placed the jug in
front of him along with a tumbler.
"Thanks um muindor!" The little one joked. Celebdin ignored the comment. 'Just a few more
minutes' he thought. Legolas poured himself a glass of the "grape juice" (A/N: he may be 5,
but he's still well coordinated!) and drank a sip. Then another, and another, and another, and
another, and another, and another, until an empty glass was placed in front of him.
"That was good. Can I have some more?" Although feeling slightly dizzy, the young one was
feeling fine.
"Sure. Here you go, and drink up!"
He continued like the former for two more glassfuls, until he finally appeared to be finished.
" (Hic) thanks for the (hic) grape (hic) juice um (hic) muindor. Can I (hic) play with your (hic)
bow?" he was now dizzy AND drunk. Not a good combo.
"But.don't you feel kinda tired?"
"No. (hic) I'm not (hic) sleepy, just (hic) dizzy, and besides (hic) you prom(hic)ised!"
"But-" Celebdin started, but Legolas cut him off.
"No 'buts' young man." The elfling slurred, repeating his father's favorite reprimand.
"I won't let you!" Celebdin fairly screamed.
" Fine! (Hic) I'm going to (hic) Ada!"
"No! Legs! Don't go out!" but it was too late. The little one had already hopped down from his
chair and wobbled on his unsteady feet towards the door. Now he was in for it! Just wait until
Ada sees Legolas like this! Celebdin wouldn't be able to do ANYTHING for a month at least!
Just in time, he followed his brother out of the kitchen: just in time to see him enter their
father's study.
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um muindor- evil brother
That's that! Hope you liked it! I know I promised a longer chapter, but again, this was written
in a hurry. I might repost it if you ppl don't like it. All the same, plz R&R! Constructive criticism
welcome! ^_~
of a rush, so plz forgive spelling errors! (oh yeah, and the spacing as you know is kinda
screwy.) also, thanks to orion and blonde-angel for the suggestions. I hope you're satisfied
with the finished results!
Disclaimer: I don't- never mind. It's all the same! ;(
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter Three- Evil Brother!
"Ada! Legolas stole my bow again! Can you PLEASE tell him to give it back and get lost?!?"
Celebdin was extremely frustrated. This was the third time today that "brother dearest" had
pulled one on him, and frankly, today wasn't the best day to do that. Thranduil was holding an
important council with other elf lords about what to do about the pack of Wargs gathering at
the boarders of Mirkwood, and was in NO mood to have Celebdin come whining to him about
some trivial dispute.
"How many times have I told you to control your brother? You're 112! He's 5! One your age
should be having no trouble handling a mere elfling!" Thranduil roared.
"Yes Ada," Celebdin muttered, and strode out of the room to find his bow.AND his brother.
He found "them" in a tree. Legolas was pulling back an arrow in the sting. Since he was 5,
and not that strong, he only managed to pull it back about half an inch. Even so, it was
enough for it to fly a few feet, and narrowly miss Celebdin.
"Legs, how many times have I told you to leave that alone?"
"Why?"
"They're mine."
"Why?"
"Ada gave them to me."
"Why?"
"I won a contest."
"Why?"
"I practiced!"
"Why?"
"I wanted to win!"
"Why?"
"It felt good!!!!!"
"Oh, OK!" Legolas had tried three times unsuccessfully to make his brother so annoyed that
he'd give in and let him use his bow. But he had other tricks up his sleeve. "Like when you
kiss Araniel?"
"Wh- how did you know that?!?" Celebdin was bewildered.
"I saw ya."
"Why you little." Celebdin stopped in mid sentence. He had an idea about how to get back
at his brother. "He Legs, you can play with my bow if you want, but first, let's go inside for
some wi-.uh.grape juice."
"Well, I guess so, but you GOTTA promise." The elfling said seriously.
"I promise." Celebdin said seriously, placing his hand over his heart while crossing his
fingers. Legolas didn't suspect a thing.
*Later in the kitchen*
"OK, Legs, you wait right here. I get us some juice." Celebdin was practically skipping with
glee. It was perfect! Legolas would mistake the wine for grape juice and get so woozy that
he'd eventually fall asleep, and be out of Celebdin's way for the rest of the day! The only
catch? Ada could NEVER find out.he'd have to figure something out. Selecting one of the
strongest brews, he returned to his little brother seated at the table, and placed the jug in
front of him along with a tumbler.
"Thanks um muindor!" The little one joked. Celebdin ignored the comment. 'Just a few more
minutes' he thought. Legolas poured himself a glass of the "grape juice" (A/N: he may be 5,
but he's still well coordinated!) and drank a sip. Then another, and another, and another, and
another, and another, and another, until an empty glass was placed in front of him.
"That was good. Can I have some more?" Although feeling slightly dizzy, the young one was
feeling fine.
"Sure. Here you go, and drink up!"
He continued like the former for two more glassfuls, until he finally appeared to be finished.
" (Hic) thanks for the (hic) grape (hic) juice um (hic) muindor. Can I (hic) play with your (hic)
bow?" he was now dizzy AND drunk. Not a good combo.
"But.don't you feel kinda tired?"
"No. (hic) I'm not (hic) sleepy, just (hic) dizzy, and besides (hic) you prom(hic)ised!"
"But-" Celebdin started, but Legolas cut him off.
"No 'buts' young man." The elfling slurred, repeating his father's favorite reprimand.
"I won't let you!" Celebdin fairly screamed.
" Fine! (Hic) I'm going to (hic) Ada!"
"No! Legs! Don't go out!" but it was too late. The little one had already hopped down from his
chair and wobbled on his unsteady feet towards the door. Now he was in for it! Just wait until
Ada sees Legolas like this! Celebdin wouldn't be able to do ANYTHING for a month at least!
Just in time, he followed his brother out of the kitchen: just in time to see him enter their
father's study.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
um muindor- evil brother
That's that! Hope you liked it! I know I promised a longer chapter, but again, this was written
in a hurry. I might repost it if you ppl don't like it. All the same, plz R&R! Constructive criticism
welcome! ^_~
