Snow Fight.
Blame Lipstick for this one!
Location: Mt Hotham, Victorian Alps, Australia.
Actually, it's the Arlberg, and seven elves are eating lunch, and arguing among themselves, or rather five of them are. The other two, identical red haired twins are attempting to make sense of a magazine that someone had left at their table. They gave up, wondering why mortals have such an obsession with naked people, and joined the lively argument about the 'notebook computer' thing Caranthir had.
'I wonder what happens if you push this button', remarks Celegorm, pushing said button.
'You broke it', muttered Caranthir, still not up to major bouts of temper as his behind was still healing after being bitten by the shark.
'No, he didn't, he just turned it off, if you push this button, it will turn back on', said Curufin, turning the computer back on.
Maedhros and Maglor laughed, and went back to their discussion on the best way to build a snowman.
Amrod and Amras are sitting by the window, and are half listening to their brothers argue but really watching the people pass by. They laughed at the mortals; at the silly way they walk in the ski boots without even realising they too walk in the same silly fashion in their ski boots.
Actually, the brothers had had a wonderful time that morning, learning to ski. With typical elven skill they'd learned fast, and there had only been two serious falls among the brothers, and those hadn't even really been the faults of the elves concerned. First Maedhros had been bowled over by an out of control mortal woman, and to the amusement of five of his six brothers had ended up stuck in the lower branches of a small snow gum tree with the woman. Maglor it was who had assisted both out of the tree, extracting a promise from the lady to be more careful in the future.
Then both the twins had fallen off the ski lift. No one quite knew how, the others suspected Amrod and Amras had had one of their spats and this had caused them to fall, the twins of course blamed the strange mortal machine. Luckily, they had not fallen far, so the only injury they sustained was to their pride.
A tired looking waitress cleared the brothers' table, hinting they should leave and allow others to use their table. Shrugging, the seven leave, making as much noise as only seven squabbling elf brothers can while discussing the possible afternoon's activities. For some reason, skiing was out, and snow tubing in.
So, seven mischievous elves had a marvellous time sliding down slopes, and even those restricted to skiers only, for the fun of knocking all the mortals flying like skittles. This continued until Celegorm, Caranthir, and Curufin knocked down a very fat lady who landed on them and nearly squashed them. Caranthir badly hurt his shark bitten behind again, too.
Still, the sun was going by now, so the brothers decided they needed food, so they invaded the same café again, much to the disgust of the staff, who'd really had enough of them at lunchtime. Much food and many bottles of wine later, Maedhros spoke quietly, 'I suppose we should look for the Silmaril. Our informant told Amras it would be visible outside after dark.'
Duly obedient, Maedhros' brothers followed him back outside, to wait and see what would happen. Nothing did, for a very long time. The brothers became extremely bored and started arguing again, but Maglor and Caranthir really got stuck into each other, yelling and threatening to hit each other, but just as Caranthir raised his hand to strike Maglor he was hit in the face by a large snowball thrown by Celegorm.
'Snow fight!' yelled the twins, and the air was quickly filled with snowballs. Laughing and shouting the elves soon worked off their stress. Maedhros was the main target as the eldest, and was soon covered in snow nearly to his waist.
It was then that the brumbies appeared. Frightened by the cross- country skiers earlier in the evening, they had wandered into the village and now they stampeded through the brothers. Spitting out snow, the elves picked themselves up.
'Did you see the bay mare?' asked Celegorm
Realisation dawned on them, that horse had a glowing thing tied to its tail. 'The Silmaril?'said Maedhros.
'After it then!' yelled Curufin.
The next morning. Seven cold, wet and hungry elf-boys trudge back to Mt. Hotham village.
'Told you no horse would have a real Silmaril tied to its tail', grumbled Caranthir. His brothers looked at him, then at each other, and flung themselves on top of poor Caranthir, squashing him breathless.
Blame Lipstick for this one!
Location: Mt Hotham, Victorian Alps, Australia.
Actually, it's the Arlberg, and seven elves are eating lunch, and arguing among themselves, or rather five of them are. The other two, identical red haired twins are attempting to make sense of a magazine that someone had left at their table. They gave up, wondering why mortals have such an obsession with naked people, and joined the lively argument about the 'notebook computer' thing Caranthir had.
'I wonder what happens if you push this button', remarks Celegorm, pushing said button.
'You broke it', muttered Caranthir, still not up to major bouts of temper as his behind was still healing after being bitten by the shark.
'No, he didn't, he just turned it off, if you push this button, it will turn back on', said Curufin, turning the computer back on.
Maedhros and Maglor laughed, and went back to their discussion on the best way to build a snowman.
Amrod and Amras are sitting by the window, and are half listening to their brothers argue but really watching the people pass by. They laughed at the mortals; at the silly way they walk in the ski boots without even realising they too walk in the same silly fashion in their ski boots.
Actually, the brothers had had a wonderful time that morning, learning to ski. With typical elven skill they'd learned fast, and there had only been two serious falls among the brothers, and those hadn't even really been the faults of the elves concerned. First Maedhros had been bowled over by an out of control mortal woman, and to the amusement of five of his six brothers had ended up stuck in the lower branches of a small snow gum tree with the woman. Maglor it was who had assisted both out of the tree, extracting a promise from the lady to be more careful in the future.
Then both the twins had fallen off the ski lift. No one quite knew how, the others suspected Amrod and Amras had had one of their spats and this had caused them to fall, the twins of course blamed the strange mortal machine. Luckily, they had not fallen far, so the only injury they sustained was to their pride.
A tired looking waitress cleared the brothers' table, hinting they should leave and allow others to use their table. Shrugging, the seven leave, making as much noise as only seven squabbling elf brothers can while discussing the possible afternoon's activities. For some reason, skiing was out, and snow tubing in.
So, seven mischievous elves had a marvellous time sliding down slopes, and even those restricted to skiers only, for the fun of knocking all the mortals flying like skittles. This continued until Celegorm, Caranthir, and Curufin knocked down a very fat lady who landed on them and nearly squashed them. Caranthir badly hurt his shark bitten behind again, too.
Still, the sun was going by now, so the brothers decided they needed food, so they invaded the same café again, much to the disgust of the staff, who'd really had enough of them at lunchtime. Much food and many bottles of wine later, Maedhros spoke quietly, 'I suppose we should look for the Silmaril. Our informant told Amras it would be visible outside after dark.'
Duly obedient, Maedhros' brothers followed him back outside, to wait and see what would happen. Nothing did, for a very long time. The brothers became extremely bored and started arguing again, but Maglor and Caranthir really got stuck into each other, yelling and threatening to hit each other, but just as Caranthir raised his hand to strike Maglor he was hit in the face by a large snowball thrown by Celegorm.
'Snow fight!' yelled the twins, and the air was quickly filled with snowballs. Laughing and shouting the elves soon worked off their stress. Maedhros was the main target as the eldest, and was soon covered in snow nearly to his waist.
It was then that the brumbies appeared. Frightened by the cross- country skiers earlier in the evening, they had wandered into the village and now they stampeded through the brothers. Spitting out snow, the elves picked themselves up.
'Did you see the bay mare?' asked Celegorm
Realisation dawned on them, that horse had a glowing thing tied to its tail. 'The Silmaril?'said Maedhros.
'After it then!' yelled Curufin.
The next morning. Seven cold, wet and hungry elf-boys trudge back to Mt. Hotham village.
'Told you no horse would have a real Silmaril tied to its tail', grumbled Caranthir. His brothers looked at him, then at each other, and flung themselves on top of poor Caranthir, squashing him breathless.
