Chapter 4
Insults and Itching Oil
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Ever since that morning at breakfast Artanis and Celeborn had been going to incredible lengths to make each other mad. It had started with the exchange of snide comments in the hallways.
After breakfast a seething Celeborn had made a rude comment to Artanis about her brother not showing up for breakfast (the seat across from her had stayed empty.) Artanis, not allowing herself to be outdone, had been quick to respond, this had continued for a year until the game grew old.
For a while Artanis and Celeborn stopped tormenting each other in order to think up new ways to continue the fight. When this happened everyone in the castle breathed a sigh of relief; but Artanis refused out be outdone by Celeborn, who had had the last laugh at her expense.
If they had used up all of the curse words in middle earth then practical jokes were next in line, Artanis thought as she crept through the stables at midnight. Artanis was dressed completely in black and armed with a bucket of her own, special recipe itching oil.
Setting the bucket down, Artanis opened the stall door of Silverwind, Celeborn's stallion. Artanis entered the horse's stall with the bucket. Silverwind nickered happily at the sight of an elf. Artanis put her finger to her lips, "Shhhh we mustn't wake anyone!" she whispered. Artanis pulled on a glove and dipped her hand into the bucket; she rubbed a generous amount of itching oil into Silverwind's beautiful dappled gray coat.
The oil would have no effect on the horse, just its rider. Artanis grinned wickedly as she rubbed handful after handful of oil into the horse's coat. By morning it would be dry and unnoticeable to the eye.
When the bucket was empty Artanis took of the messy glove, tossing it into the bucket, which she picked up. Silver wind whinnied at her as she left the stall, closing the door behind her.
Artanis crept back to her rooms, smiling evilly; Celeborn was going to get a big surprise tomorrow or, should she say, Celeborn's rear end.
--~~*~~--
Celeborn stood in Silverwind's stall grooming the magnificent dappled gray stallion. The horse was tall, over 16 hands high, yet he was not stocky. Silverwind resembled an elf in build, strong and tall, yet graceful. The horse's coat was a beautiful silver color and his mane was almost white, he resembled Celeborn.
Silverwind followed Celeborn to a secluded field where he stood still as his master leapt onto his back. Horse and rider took of at a swift canter and then leapt into a gallop, looking like one large silver blur as they shot across the field.
About ten minutes later Celeborn started to notice a peculiar feeling, which grew with each passing minute. The oil had made its way through his breeches and he was starting to itch in a very uncomfortable place.
After twenty minutes the pain was unbearable and Celeborn rode quickly back to the stable, where he hurriedly put Silverwind away and sprinted back to the palace.
A very amused Artanis watched Celeborn run to his rooms, serves him right she thought proudly to herself as he passed her.
Celeborn skidded to a halt and turned, pointing at her. "You will pay!" he bellowed at her before dashing, once more in the direction of his rooms.
That night at dinner Artanis smugly noticed that Celeborn was twitching much more than normal, drawing questioning glances from other elves.
Disclaimer: Own nothing, nada, zilch.
Ever since that morning at breakfast Artanis and Celeborn had been going to incredible lengths to make each other mad. It had started with the exchange of snide comments in the hallways.
After breakfast a seething Celeborn had made a rude comment to Artanis about her brother not showing up for breakfast (the seat across from her had stayed empty.) Artanis, not allowing herself to be outdone, had been quick to respond, this had continued for a year until the game grew old.
For a while Artanis and Celeborn stopped tormenting each other in order to think up new ways to continue the fight. When this happened everyone in the castle breathed a sigh of relief; but Artanis refused out be outdone by Celeborn, who had had the last laugh at her expense.
If they had used up all of the curse words in middle earth then practical jokes were next in line, Artanis thought as she crept through the stables at midnight. Artanis was dressed completely in black and armed with a bucket of her own, special recipe itching oil.
Setting the bucket down, Artanis opened the stall door of Silverwind, Celeborn's stallion. Artanis entered the horse's stall with the bucket. Silverwind nickered happily at the sight of an elf. Artanis put her finger to her lips, "Shhhh we mustn't wake anyone!" she whispered. Artanis pulled on a glove and dipped her hand into the bucket; she rubbed a generous amount of itching oil into Silverwind's beautiful dappled gray coat.
The oil would have no effect on the horse, just its rider. Artanis grinned wickedly as she rubbed handful after handful of oil into the horse's coat. By morning it would be dry and unnoticeable to the eye.
When the bucket was empty Artanis took of the messy glove, tossing it into the bucket, which she picked up. Silver wind whinnied at her as she left the stall, closing the door behind her.
Artanis crept back to her rooms, smiling evilly; Celeborn was going to get a big surprise tomorrow or, should she say, Celeborn's rear end.
--~~*~~--
Celeborn stood in Silverwind's stall grooming the magnificent dappled gray stallion. The horse was tall, over 16 hands high, yet he was not stocky. Silverwind resembled an elf in build, strong and tall, yet graceful. The horse's coat was a beautiful silver color and his mane was almost white, he resembled Celeborn.
Silverwind followed Celeborn to a secluded field where he stood still as his master leapt onto his back. Horse and rider took of at a swift canter and then leapt into a gallop, looking like one large silver blur as they shot across the field.
About ten minutes later Celeborn started to notice a peculiar feeling, which grew with each passing minute. The oil had made its way through his breeches and he was starting to itch in a very uncomfortable place.
After twenty minutes the pain was unbearable and Celeborn rode quickly back to the stable, where he hurriedly put Silverwind away and sprinted back to the palace.
A very amused Artanis watched Celeborn run to his rooms, serves him right she thought proudly to herself as he passed her.
Celeborn skidded to a halt and turned, pointing at her. "You will pay!" he bellowed at her before dashing, once more in the direction of his rooms.
That night at dinner Artanis smugly noticed that Celeborn was twitching much more than normal, drawing questioning glances from other elves.