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Of Sam & Elves: Mischief in Imladris~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Summary: The twins come across an admiring hobbit and decide to have some fun. (Elrohir, Elladan, Glorfindel, Arwen, & Elrond)
Rated: G
Posted: March 11, 2004
Author: Stephie P. a.k.a. TheSilentSenshi
Contact: thesilentsenshi@Hotmail.com
Archive: Sure, just tell me first so I know where it is.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I can't claim any of the lovely elves as mine, no matter how much I wish I could. Alas, a genius by the name of Tolkien found them first. So, I'm just borrowing them for a little while. I'll return them when I'm through, in relatively worn, but good condition.
Notes: The twins find out what the first part of their punishment entails, Arwen's enjoying their unease, and the hobbits worry after Sam.
The punishment begins, which means there shouldn't be too many more chapters. :( Don't worry though, after this story I have another one planned out and in the works.
Okay guys, I know everyone didn't like the shortness of the last chapter, so I tried to make this one slightly longer than what I've been doing to make up for it. That's why it wasn't posted sooner. I hope it meets with approval. And if you guys actually laugh or get even a small amount of humor from it, please let me know. I'm terribly nervous when it comes to doing humor scenes and don't have much confidence in it. Oh and more hobbit interaction ahead. ^_^ I've kinda been ignoring them lately… And I know it's slightly slow moving, but it's setting everything up for the next chapter. Sorry. |-_-;| Hope you like it anyways.
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Part 11: The First Phase of PunishmentAfter leaving her brothers, Arwen gracefully traveled to her chambers. Chuckling inwardly at the look she'd seen on her brothers faces. 'Ai, this will be a fun day, for sure.'
She stopped in front of a beautifully carved wooden door and entered her rooms. She looked around slowly, then walked over to the chair she'd laid the pieces of clothing out on the night before. With one final cursory glance at the lacey cloth, she nodded her head in satisfaction and scooped them carefully into her arms. With a last look over her shoulder to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, she left her quarters and made her way back to the kitchens.
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After getting over the initial shock, Elladan and Elrohir wasted no time in following their sister from the kitchens and rushing in the direction of their own chambers. "What do you suppose that was all about?" Elrohir asked, panting as they continued to jog at a fast pace along the corridors, ignoring the curious glances garnered by several servants that were preparing for the mornings activities. "I don't know. What could she have in store for us that involves fire, of all elements?" Elladan replied nervously, neither slowing from their quick trot. "I'm not sure I want to know. Well, whatever it is she has planned, I think it wise to take her advice on our attire, don't you agree?" "Aye, brother, we are like minded in this matter.""Y'know, all we get from her are hints and small snippets to help us guess. Why won't she just tell us, already! It's so frustrating! The suspense is going to kill me if she doesn't hurry up and do it herself." Elrohir groaned.
"Yes, well, that's our sister for you. She acts all innocent, but deep down she's just as mischievous as us."
"Not to mention being such a tease. No, brother, she's worse, because she hides it so well. Everyone knows we're pranksters. Only a select few are aware of the beauteous Evenstar's playful nature."
"We could always threaten to tell Estel on her…"
"Oh come now, muindor. He already knows. Poor guy's probably put up with more of her mischief than we have."
"Well, I don't hear him complaining…"
"No, indeed not…"
After a moment they both burst out laughing. Their poor foster brother would indeed know much of Arwen that she hides from others.
"Do you think we can acquire his assistance in this matter?" Elladan asked once their chuckles had subsided.
"No, he's probably busy. I think he mentioned an outing with Legolas today. Besides, we don't have time to track him down, even if he were willing to help."
After this reminder of their time constraints, the twins put on an extra burst of speed to run the last leg of their journey to their rooms, which were conveniently situated beside each other.
Each flung the door to their respective rooms wide open, and dashed to their bureaus. Opening their drawers none to gently, they sifted through their clothing before pulling out a spare tunic and leggings. Pulling off their more formal robes, they hopped into a pair of black leggings, pulled on their equally black thigh high boots, followed by a snowy white shirt and, finally, laced up their over tunics.
Elladan chose to wear a dark red tunic, while Elrohir chose a deep blue. Though the color was different, the style and cut of the cloth was the same.
After taking an extra moment to tidy their slick black hair, they both opened their doors and stepped into the hallway at the exact same time. They glanced at each other only mildly surprised, for after several centuries of such occurrences, they no longer wondered at their odd ability to move or speak in sync, and chalked it up to their twinship.
After only a moment they dashed down the corridors shouting apologies to the poor hapless servants who had the bad luck to get in their way.
They didn't waste a moment and soon skidded none too gracefully into the now bustling kitchen.
All in all they only used 15 of the 20 minutes they'd been given.
They stood there several moments catching their breath before Arwen returned from her own chores. They eyed the bundle of cloth in her arms suspiciously. She smiled at them sweetly.
"Oh, good. You're already here."
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Meanwhile… In another wing of the house…The hobbits yawned tiredly, but grudgingly got up from their nice warm comfortable beds. They had promised Sam a trip to the kitchens, and hopefully could grab a bite to eat when they got there.
"Merry…" Pippen whispered as he pulled on his hobbit-sized clothes.
"Yes, Pip. What is it?" Merry, who was doing likewise, whispered back.
"Why're we goin' to the kitchens, again? I mean aside from the obvious…" He quickly amended.
"I'm not sure. Sam wouldn't say. He's been aweful close-lipped about whatever it was that happened yesterday." Merry sighed. "I wish he'd just tell us."
"Um, yeah, me too. Merry, do you think they've got any of them little cakes left over from last nights dinner? They were mighty yummy."
Merry gave him a sidelong glance and sighed again, shaking his head. 'A one track mind…'
"I honestly don't know Pip. Why don't you wait til we get there and then ask the Elves in the kitchens?"
"Oh, right, right! Why didn't I think of that?" Pippin exclaimed, apparently happy with Merry's advice.
"Merry held back a groan before pulling a now fully clothed Pippin to his feet. "Gee, I don't know Pip. Now, we'd best get a move on." He looks around the now vacant room. "Looks like Sam and Frodo are already on their way."
Pippin just nodded in agreement before following along obediently.
"Oh, and Merry…"
Merry groaned. It was going to be a long day…
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Down the hallway outside the hobbits rooms…Frodo gave a sidelong glance to Sam, who walked beside him, shuffling along slowly, his eyes down cast.
"Y'know, Sam. You can tell me anything, if something's bothering you."
Sam just shook his head.
"I know that Mister Frodo, it's just that it's mighty embarrassin'!"
"Oh, Sam. You know I'd never laugh at you." Frodo said earnestly.
"Oh, I know that you wouldn't, Mister Frodo, it's just… the others…" Sam said, with rosy cheeks, glancing over his shoulder as Merry and Pippin exit their room and jog to catch up to the two now stationary hobbits.
Frodo nodded, but looked at Sam sadly.
"I understand, Sam, and I'll respect you're wishes. For now."
Sam breathed an audible sign of relief. "Thank you, Mister Frodo!"
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Back in the kitchens…The twins eyed Arwen warily.
"Okay, brothers. First order of business. The first phase of your punishment…"
The twins eyes widened. 'First phase. Meaning there was more than one?!'
They groaned. It figured.
"Ahem…" Arwen noticeably cleared her throat and glared at them threateningly. "As I was saying. The first phase of your punishment. You will put these on. Immediately." As she said this she held up the pieces of clothing she'd been holding in her arms, giving them both a clear view of it
The twins eyes grew even wider, if that was even possible. In her hands, she held out two aprons. One light pink, the other baby blue. And both very frilly and VERY girly.
"No way! Nuh-uh! No way am I wearing that… that… that monstrosity!" Elladan exclaimed loudly.
Elrohir eyed the offensive pieces of clothing with poorly concealed disgust. "I concur. Even YOU wouldn't wear that, my dear sister. Why then, should we?"
Arwen stepped forward until she was merely an inch away from the twins faces. "Oh, you will wear them, brother dears. And you will like it." She growled, her eyes glinting with malevolent intent, her lips forming a thin smile.
The twins gulped.
Yes. A long day it would be, indeed.
~End Part 11~
TBC…
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Translations:
Muindor = Brother
Please, I'm not fluent, if I have used any of the translations in a wrong way be sure to tell me so I can fix it.
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Background Notes: I believe I've mentioned this, but just to be safe, Estel is the name the Elves call Aragorn.
And Arwen is known as Arwen Evenstar as well. I guess it's kinda like Legolas Greenleaf or Elrond Half-elven. An interesting elvish thing, I suppose. *shrug*
Oh and I have no clue about clothing in middle earth, so if I make mistakes when their getting dressed then bear with me.
I suppose my stating the obvious here is getting old, ah well… -_-;
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More Notes: Phew. It was a bit of work pushing out some parts of this chapter, but I managed it. No guarantees for when the next chapter will be out. As always, it's a matter of inspiration and time. But, I'm trying. And now that we've come to such an important part of the story I don't want to rush it and have it turning out less than good. So, bear with me. I hope I portrayed the hobbits okay…
~*~Stephie P.
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To you guys who reviewed, I love you all and give you hugs and kisses till you shove me off. Here are my replies to a few of them. And I'm glad to hear your opinion. Feedback = Food for the Soul!
Note: If your not listed here it's because you a) reviewed after this chapter was posted or b) didn't put anything that needed a personal response. It doesn't mean I love you any less! ^,,^ Honest!
Celeb Gwilwileth: Yes, I thought it would be fun to let them stew and simmer for a bit. Slow torture's the only torture. ^_~
rabidsamfan: 20 minutes… yes plenty of time. Hmm… maybe I shoulda done more to them… Nah, I think I've let them worry enough as is. Time to get it over with. Not that they'll be any happier, mind you. ^_^ Schoolwork? *quickly hides papers under the desk* what schoolwork? *Whistles innocently*
Fuji: I knew already the other chapter was pretty short, but I had nothing else and no extra time to write more, so decided to post anyways. I've tried to make up for it a little with this chapter, though. Don't worry, I don't expect any more chapters like that (at least, I hope there won't be). I don't like them any more than you guys do. -_-;
Annie: lol. Good to hear she's not evil, cause she wasn't really meant to be. Just the typical everyday venting sister whose waited decades(maybe even centuries o_o) to get back at her older siblings. ^_^
Artemisa: Sorry, was this a little better?
dragonfly: Thanks for confirming the elvish. I was fairly certain, but didn't want anyone to hold me accountable if I had been wrong. ^_^ Ah yes, well, Arwen's plans have been set in motion.
