A/N I'm so sorry it took so long time for this chapter. My excuses: a) I've started school again and…gah! and b) my mum nag at me how much time I spend on the internet. Where did she get THAT from? So, yeah. Anyways, this is the last chapter, and I would like to thank… *clears throat* everyone of my reviewers, especially Tamzin and Elanhín, and of course Elisabeth Celebros who is my beta. :D Kisses to everyone!

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Elladan woke up by a sudden urge to laugh hysterically and squirm. He could feel that somebody sat in the foot end of his bed, tickling his feet. He was not too surprised when he realised that it was his twin brother, sitting cross-legged in his bed, who assaulted his feet. When did he come in into the bedroom?

"Elrohir, please stop that." Elladan mumbled, turning around so he lay flat on his stomach with his face buried in the soft pillow. He drew the sheets closer to his body and hoped his brother would get the hint and leave.

But Elrohir did not give up that easily. He pulled the sheets from Elladan with a sudden movement and smiled winningly when Elladan angrily sat up.

"Good morning, dear brother. Did you sleep well?" Elrohir asked sweetly.

"I did, until you so brutally woke me up." Elladan answered lowly, narrowing his eyes.

"Good." Elrohir threw the sheets at Elladan so he was buried under them. Elrohir rose from the warm bed; he was already fully clothed. He directed his steps to Elladan's closet and opened it.

"Elrohir, what are you doing?" Elladan managed to ask when he had freed himself from the sheets.

 "I am looking for some clothes for you to put on." Elrohir answered while he searched through Elladan's clothes. "Elladan! You have about two times more clothes than I have…! Wait… I recognise this robe. It is mine!"

"No, it is not." the nervous answer came from the bed.

Elrohir eyed suspiciously at his brother, not knowing if he could believe him. He decided to drop the subject and do more important things instead. He held up a silvery tunic and looked at it closely.

"This will do."

"Hello? Excuse me, Elrohir, but they are my clothes and my closet. I am capable of choosing my clothes all by myself," Elladan said, his voice dripping irony.

"Not from the bed," Elrohir replied, with a grin.

Elladan rose from the bed with a great effort and walked over to his brother and snatched the tunic from his hands.

"Thank you very much."

Elrohir just smiled and sat down on the bed again.

"And exactly why are you in such a hurry? It is not like the breakfast is going to run away or anything," Elladan said, while he was dressing and thinking all the while of how warm and comfortable his bed was....

Elrohir lay down full length on the bed with a happy smile on his features.

"You cannot seriously tell me that you do not know why we have to be early in the breakfast hall!" he laughed from his position on the bed.

Elladan thought for a while, which was difficult because he was a bit slow when it was so early in the morning. Suddenly it hit him: Glorfindel! That was why his brother had woken him up and was in such a hurry; not just because he was hungry. Elladan went into his bathroom, washed away the dirt from his face quickly and drew his fingers through his hair in an attempt to make it less untidy, which did not succeed, so he braided it rather carelessly. When he was finished he went out in the bedroom again and looked at his brother, who was still lying on the bed.

"So, I am ready. Elrohir?"

Elladan sneaked up to his brother. Elrohir's eyes were open, though they were in the dreamlike state of sleeping. Elladan sighed heavily. He could not believe it, his brother had fallen asleep. He poked at Elrohir and called his name, until Elrohir started to move.

"Mmm… What?" he mumbled and sat up.

"You are unbelievable!" Elladan said, shaking his head. "You tell me to wake up, I am gone for two minutes and you manage to fall asleep!"

"I was not asleep." Elrohir tried to defend himself.

"Then what were you doing?"

"I was… meditating."

"Oh, you were?"

"Yes."

"Well, let us not waste more time on arguing about you falling asleep-"

"I did not."

"Sorry. Let us not waste any more time on arguing about you… meditating, as we should be going," said Elladan, with a hint of a smile.

Elrohir got up, grumbling, and the Peredhil twins made their way to the breakfast hall.

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The breakfast hall was fairly empty. Just a few elves that had early duties sat spread out in the great hall, talking, quietly. It was indeed early, even for elves. The twins spotted Imladris' Lord in the middle of the room, sitting alone at a large, wooden table, reading some papers while he was eating. Elladan put his arm in front of Elrohir, to stop him from going any further.

"Elrohir," he whispered, "Is it a good or bad thing that Ada sits here if Glorfindel comes in?"

"Ehh… Bad, I think. But that depends on Glorfindel's reaction."

"What if he does not show up?"

"Believe me, he will." Elrohir assured.

Elladan lifted his eyebrows and chuckled quietly.

"We have had the luck on our side until now; let us hope we still have it."

The twins walked over to Elrond and joined him at the table.

"Good morning, Ada" they said in unison.

"Good morning, little elflings." Elrond answered with a soft smile. He did not seem as angry as he had been the previous evening. That was a good sign.

Elladan and Elrohir started to eat their bread and fruit, while they were listening to their father, who was now speaking to them.

"…very good idea, just for a year or perhaps two, or three if you would like to…" Elrond said to them.

"Mhm," murmured Elladan, not really paying attention. He and his brother were glancing constantly at the door while they were eating, looking forward to Glorfindel's entrance.

"…you will have your own talan, and you will be trained by a very good archer…" Elrond continued, skimming through the papers again. 

Elladan sighed. Their father almost bored them to death with his constant talk and in a few hours the twins would probably not be able to recall this conversation. All they wanted was to see Glorfindel and his, hopefully, new hair colour.

"…perhaps Haldir of the Galadhrim, he is very skilful…"

Elladan sighed quietly again and looked at his brother, pretending he was listening to their father. Elrohir looked utterly bored and he played with a left over apple on his plate. He was not quite as good as Elladan at hiding how bored he actually was. Elladan kicked him slightly under the table. Since they had both finished eating by now, their only legitimate reason for lingering at the table was to… listen to Elrond. The problem was that his voice was so smooth and drowsy.

"…to stay in a different environment… So, what do you two s-"

Elladan glanced at Elrond, to see what made him stop talking all of a sudden. Elrond was staring at the door opening, his eyebrows lifted in disbelief. Elladan followed his gaze and his mouth fell open. In the door opening, stood Glorfindel. His once golden mane seemed to be on fire, shining now a violent crimson.

Glorfindel saw them sitting at the table and he walked over to them with a great determination.

"Glorfindel…" Elrond said slowly. "What ever has happened to your hair?"

Elladan could not look at Glorfindel as he felt the laugh bubble in his throat. He hid his broad smile behind his right hand, and dared to gaze at his brother. Elrohir compressed his lip, staring down at his plate, not trying to laugh out loud. His face was slightly red and his whole body was shaking by withdrawn laughter. Elladan looked at Glorfindel again. Their quest had succeeded! Now they just had to watch his reaction. But something did not seem right, Glorfindel did not look angry, which was kind of strange. His face was as neutral as it generally appeared, showing no emotion.

Glorfindel ignored Elrond's question.

"My Lord, I came to talk to Elladan and Elrohir. Could you excuse us?"

"Of course," responded a very puzzled Elrond.

He wanted to talk with them? Elladan began to feel slightly panicked as he slowly rose, not daring to refuse to follow Glorfindel. Elrohir rose from the table as well, with shaky legs. The brothers followed Glorfindel's proud figure out from the hall out in the corridor, none of them saying a word. Both brothers were very afraid of what might come.

Elladan was thinking rapidly of thousands of false excuses. They had not been in Glorfindel's bedroom, they had been sleeping all night, Glorfindel had taken the wrong shampoo bottle…

The only thing Elrohir could think of was different old incidents involving him and how Glorfindel always caught him, and told Elrond. //But this time he has no proof. He cannot tell it was us.// thought Elrohir, desperately.

"Um… Glorfindel?" Elladan dared to break the silence.

"Yes?" Glorfindel replied, slowly turning around to face them.

Elladan's courage almost disappeared when he saw Glorfindel's unnaturally calm face.

"What did you want to talk about with us?"

"I think you know that. But we will not discuss it out here, just follow me."

Elrohir, who had gone from being highly entertained by Glorfindel's hair to a feeling like a frightened little rabbit, suddenly drew courage from an unknown source, and said, rather challengingly:

"And if we do not wish to discuss it...?" He let the sentence hang.

Glorfindel took a step closer Elrohir.

"Then I will just have to force you."

He grabbed each twin by their upper arm and dragged them along the corridor. Even though Elladan and Elrohir wriggled and squirmed as hard as they could, they could not free themselves from the strong warrior of Gondolin. He just dragged them as if they were two towels. When he reached his goal, a small door, he let go of Elladan's arm and opened it. He led them into a small study room, with a table in the middle of the room and bookcases along the walls. He closed the door quietly and turned to the twins.

"So," he said and looked at the twins.

Elladan and Elrohir just swallowed nervously and were silent. Glorfindel lifted his hand and drew it through his red hair, making it fall like a drape against his cheek.

"You see this? My hair is red. Not blond, red."

"We can see that. Really nice colour actually, it matches well with…with…" Elladan trailed off.

"…err... your eyes." Elrohir finished the sentence, wavering slightly under the stern gaze of his elder.

Glorfindel lifted one eyebrow, without saying something, which made the twins even more nervous, if that was possible.

"Very wise decision to dye your hair, Glorfindel…"

"I would do it my self if I just had the courage…"

"It is almost even more beautiful than your golden hair…"

"Yes, almost… Really…"

"Absolutely… Just…"

"…perfect."

When neither of the twins could not come up anything more to say, there was an awkward silence.

"Are you two finished?"

The twins looked at each other quickly.

"I think so." Elrohir said.

"I happen to know that you two are responsible for this." Glorfindel said and pointed at his hair. "Do not deny it; just by looking at your faces I can see that my guess is right. I do not know how you managed to sneak into my bathroom; I just know that you did it."

"Then what if we did it? You cannot prove anything to Ada, he will not believe you!" Elrohir said, starting to get angry.

"Elrohir, shh…" Elladan mumbled.

"Oh, I cannot?" Glorfindel asked with a silken voice.

"No, you cannot!" Elrohir said, his eyes flashing of anger. "Listen to this: we did it and it was my idea from the beginning. We put berries in your shampoo; we are responsible for your new hair colour! Satisfied? But do not worry; the colour vanishes after a few months…"

Elladan sighed, closed his eyes momentarily and rubbed his temples. That was so typical for his hasty twin, and he would probably get to regret it awfully, later on. Why was Elrohir so thick sometimes?

Glorfindel took a few steps closer Elrohir, who bravely stood his ground.

"Elrohir, you do not seem to understand." he said slowly, with a perilous voice. "Everything does not have to go through your father. I can handle things all by myself, you see."

"Wha-what do you mean?" Elrohir asked with a small voice, pretending he was not afraid of the older elf, which he of course was. He was terrified.

Glorfindel grabbed Elrohir by his collar, their faces just inches apart.

"Elrohir, if I were you I would be very careful in the future," Glorfindel commented and smiled dangerously. "I am tired of your little 'jokes' and I hope you understand that. Do I make myself clear?"

"You are not my father, you cannot decide what I should do and not do," answered Elrohir stubbornly, still not wanting to give up or apologise.

Glorfindel smiled coolly again and let go of Elrohir's collar.

"No, I am not, but I am still your tutor. Remember that. Be careful."

He shot Elladan a glance, almost as if wanting to say "That goes for you too." The elf turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Elladan was too shocked to move, he could only stare at a not so important spot on the floor. Elrohir straightened himself up, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

"So, what now?"

Elladan slowly turned his head to look at his brother.

"Is that all you can say?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did you not hear him?!" Elladan demanded, raising his voice. "He is planning something! He will not let us slip out the net so easily."

"He is just trying to threaten us, he will do nothing." Elrohir replied with a calming smile.

"You know him, Elrohir. He is both smart and dangerous if he wants to be." Elladan winced, biting his lip.

"What is wrong, Elladan? Are you afraid?" Elrohir laughed.

"No, I am certainly not. I just think it was highly unnecessary for you to act like you did… Why did you not just apologise?"

"Me? What about you? Why did not you apologise?" Elrohir said, slightly offended.

"Because this was originally your idea, I was barely helping!"

"You are as much involved in this as I am."

"No, I am not."

"Let us not discuss this anymore, it is just tiring. It does not matter." Elrohir said, sighing.

Elladan was extremely surprised. When did his brother get this mature?

"You are right." he said.

"Do you want to take a walk? Or perhaps have a riding competition?" Elrohir asked merrily, completely changing subject.

"Yes! That would be fun!" Elladan said and felt light hearted again.

In this manner did the Peredhil twins push away every thought of Glorfindel and other such terrifying things.

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Glorfindel quietly walked through the hall of the Last Homely House. He was heading to the twins corridor. He turned around a corner, trying not to be too loud, although anger was boiling inside of him. His hair! His lovely hair, which he was named after, was ruined. Many times he had chosen to turn a blind eye to when the twins played little pranks, because they were so adorable. But this time they had gone too far, particularly Elrohir. 

Glorfindel stopped for a second and put his hand in his pocket. They were still there. Good. He started to walk again, trying to ignore the looks of amusement he got from people he passed. He would teach Elrohir a lesson.

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Elladan tried to comb his newly washed hair in front of the mirror in his room. He smiled when looked at his reflection. It had been a good day, he had won two races of three with the horses, and his brother had been pouting a half-hour after that. But now they were in their own rooms, preparing for dinner. Once again their father had an oh-so-important dinner he wanted the twins to attend to. This time, however, the twins actually managed to remember it, and planned to be there in time so they could make their father glad.

When Elladan was ready combing his hair, he walked to his closet and opened it, pondering over what robe he would wear. He chose a maroon coloured with golden embroidery at the collar and the sleeves. When he was finished dressing and his hair had dried, he sat down in a chair with a book, waiting.  

Suddenly he heard his brother scream at the top of his lungs in his room across the corridor. Elladan threw away the book and ran out of his room and into his brother's. When he came in he saw Elrohir stand in the middle of the room with despair written in his face.

"Elladan!"

"What is it?!"

"Look!"

Elladan's eyes grew wide with shock when he looked at his brother. His jaw dropped in astonishment as he said slowly, "Elrohir… Why is your hair… red??"

The End.

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A/N I just wanted to say: for a couple of days ago I saw Pirates of the Caribbean. And it kicked major ass!! :D I was blown away by the hotness of Orlando Bloom and the hilariousness of Johnny Depp. Dude, it was so awesome. :D