The Mad Scientist.
This is inspired by much speculation from the Silmfics list about what Caranthir did besides loose his temper!
An elf stood in a poorly lit room, his hair tied back, wearing a heavy leather apron and gloves. He was carefully manipulating bottles and equipment that stood on a bench in front of him.
'Two drops of Nitro Glycerine ought to do it,' he muttered to himself. A shattering explosion rocked the small building. Other elves came running.
'What are you doing?' enquired Maedhros rather sarcastically of the blackened looking elf lying on the ground.
'He's done it again!' shouted Celegorm, who was investigating the ruins of the building. He held up a box bearing the words 'Acme Chemistry Set' on it in bold lettering.
'Haven't you learned yet, Caranthir?' enquired Maglor as he assisted Caranthir to stand. The younger elf was not injured except for having had his hair catch fire again.
'Acme make your own robot sets, Acme glue that stuck you to a wall for three weeks, that one was funny,' said Curufin, 'even if we did tire of having to feed you like you're a baby because you'd glued both hands to the wall!'
'Then there's the rocket powered shoes, and the giant springs so you could leap mountains, the enormous kite to fly to Mordor, and now a chemistry set! When will you learn that NONE of these things will allow us to defeat Morgoth and reclaim the Silmarils? Ever since you saw the cartoons on Jillian's TV you've been spending all the wealth you've acquired from the Dwarves on this rubbish!' scolded Maedhros.
'It's fun,' mumbled Caranthir. 'Besides, I was trying to put together an explosive that would blow up all the Orcs in Middle Earth.'
'Well, you blew yourself up, so I suppose that counts,' snapped Celegorm.
Caranthir was far too sore to loose his temper and fight his brother, so he sulked instead. 'Just because they call you 'The Fair' doesn't mean you have to call me an Orc.'
'No one's an Orc, but you are very foolish!' said Maglor. 'You could have been killed!'
'Would it have mattered!' said Caranthir.
'Yes,' said the twins together. 'For who would we laugh at without our brother Caranthir, the Mad Scientist!'
Caranthir looked down at ground, and then suddenly started laughing, and all his brothers joined him. Yes, life as a Mad Scientist was certainly interesting!
This is inspired by much speculation from the Silmfics list about what Caranthir did besides loose his temper!
An elf stood in a poorly lit room, his hair tied back, wearing a heavy leather apron and gloves. He was carefully manipulating bottles and equipment that stood on a bench in front of him.
'Two drops of Nitro Glycerine ought to do it,' he muttered to himself. A shattering explosion rocked the small building. Other elves came running.
'What are you doing?' enquired Maedhros rather sarcastically of the blackened looking elf lying on the ground.
'He's done it again!' shouted Celegorm, who was investigating the ruins of the building. He held up a box bearing the words 'Acme Chemistry Set' on it in bold lettering.
'Haven't you learned yet, Caranthir?' enquired Maglor as he assisted Caranthir to stand. The younger elf was not injured except for having had his hair catch fire again.
'Acme make your own robot sets, Acme glue that stuck you to a wall for three weeks, that one was funny,' said Curufin, 'even if we did tire of having to feed you like you're a baby because you'd glued both hands to the wall!'
'Then there's the rocket powered shoes, and the giant springs so you could leap mountains, the enormous kite to fly to Mordor, and now a chemistry set! When will you learn that NONE of these things will allow us to defeat Morgoth and reclaim the Silmarils? Ever since you saw the cartoons on Jillian's TV you've been spending all the wealth you've acquired from the Dwarves on this rubbish!' scolded Maedhros.
'It's fun,' mumbled Caranthir. 'Besides, I was trying to put together an explosive that would blow up all the Orcs in Middle Earth.'
'Well, you blew yourself up, so I suppose that counts,' snapped Celegorm.
Caranthir was far too sore to loose his temper and fight his brother, so he sulked instead. 'Just because they call you 'The Fair' doesn't mean you have to call me an Orc.'
'No one's an Orc, but you are very foolish!' said Maglor. 'You could have been killed!'
'Would it have mattered!' said Caranthir.
'Yes,' said the twins together. 'For who would we laugh at without our brother Caranthir, the Mad Scientist!'
Caranthir looked down at ground, and then suddenly started laughing, and all his brothers joined him. Yes, life as a Mad Scientist was certainly interesting!
