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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 14, 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 are fighting over frilly aprons?! And what is Arwen doing on the floor?
So, already chapter 12. Boy, never expected the story to last this long. And it's all because of my wonderful supporters and readers! You know who you are. ^_~ Anyways, I actually wrote this way faster than expected! The plot bunnies left their hole, and you know how shy they can be, you gotta grab em before they hop away. ^_^ Enjoy the twins first real squabble of the story. This chapter was really fun to write, and I hope you get as much enjoyment out of it as I do. I just couldn't help myself. *g*
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Part 12: Sibling RivalryThe twins just stood there staring at their sister as though she'd grown a second head.
"Please, Arwen, tell me you are joking!" Elrohir said, his voice pleading.
Arwen, however, said nothing. She just stood there holding out the lacey aprons expectantly.
After several minutes where the twins still had made no move to take the articles of clothing from her, she decided that some serious convincing was in order.
She lowered her arms and moved to place the clothing on a nearby chair. Then she turned on her heels to face her brothers again, who seemed to be frozen to the spot. She stalked up to them cracking her knuckles, her lips quirked into a small smile.
"Brothers, I am truly trying to make this as easy for you as possible. Is it so hard to follow along and put on a few simple aprons?"
"Simple aprons?!" Elladan asked his eyebrow raised. "Arwen, those monstrosities are far from 'simple.' If they were just a few simple aprons, we would have no qualms with wearing them. But frills and laces? And why pink of all colors? I wouldn't be caught dead wearing pink!"
Arwen turned her attention then to Elrohir who was silently watching the exchange with interest.
"Don't look at me! I wouldn't wear that for all the Mithril in Moria." Elrohir exclaimed.
Arwen sighed and shook her head sadly. "Why must you make this so difficult for me? Perhaps I should go fetch Ada. Maybe he'll be more convincing than I."
That said, Arwen turned and made her way towards the kitchen's exit, leaving behind two horror-stricken Elves. If they had to wear those nightmarish aprons, there was no way they'd let their father see them in such a state. And they had little hope, for Elrond would most certainly side with Arwen. He always did.
After only a second they chased after her. "WAIT!!!" they both called in unison. Arwen stopped abruptly, forcing her features back into a neutral expression. This trick worked every time.
After easily hiding her smug smile, she turned to look at them, her face now serious. "Yes?" she said, tapping the toe of her shoe impatiently and crossing her arms over her chest.
"W-We'll do it!" Elrohir exclaimed. Elladan nodded his acceptance.
"Alright then," Arwen said, smiling at them sweetly, "I'll even let you choose which apron you want to wear." 'Let's see how they work this one out,' Arwen thought.
The two brother's looked at each other in shock. It was obvious neither had seen this coming, and neither would willingly accept the pink apron.
"There is no way I'm wearing pink. I'll take the blue." Elladan stated.
His brother turned on him. "Oh no, brother. -I-'ll take the blue." Elrohir said firmly.
"No, I get it."
"Oh, really, then give me one good reason why you should get the blue?" Elrohir challenged.
"First dibs." Elladan stated confidently.
"Doesn't count. You were the one who got us into this mess in the first place. It was all your idea."
"Perhaps, but you went along with it."
"And to that I will regret to my dying day."
"But, you can't die. Not naturally anyhow. So that doesn't count either."
"Fine then, give me another reason. A good one this time."
"Well, obviously. I'm older so I should get first choice."
"Older?! By only a few minutes!" Elrohir said incredulously, "That is not a valid reason."
"Says who?"
"Says me."
"Well your wrong."
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are!"
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are!"
"Argh! I get the blue one and that's final!" Elrohir stated with an edge of finality.
"Fine then, you give one good reason." Elladan challenged.
"Easy. The blue goes with my clothes. The pink would go better with your red tunic than my blue one."
"Gee, since when have you become so vain, brother?"
"Since I was nearly forced to wear a frilly pink apron. That's when."
"Well, I don't believe that a very valid reason either."
"So then, how do you suggest we settle this?" Elrohir said tiredly. This conversation had gone on for far to long. It was time to end it.
"How about the old fashioned way?" Elladan proposed while cracking his knuckles threateningly, a wicked grin on his face.
"Fine by me." Elrohir approved, a rakish gleam in his eye.
Meanwhile. Arwen watched this exchange with ill-concealed amusement. 'This is going better than I thought.'
She was distracted from her musings by the sound of crashing and things breaking nearby. Looking down to where the sounds were coming from she saw two struggling black haired figures grappling on the kitchen floor, an upturned table which had suffered from their initiating blows lay in close proximity.
The twins were evenly matched, so the victory, and likewise defeat, could easily go either way. They were careful, however, not to throw any painful punches or kicks and kept to mainly struggling and straining against each other, each trying to get the upper hand.
Arwen was glad for this, for though she'd never ever admit it to them, she truly did not wish to see them physically injured due to her little plan for punishment. But, she also knew that they were used to playful brawls like this, so she wasn't overly concerned for their welfare.
The struggle lasted many minutes and had gained the attention of many of the kitchen staff. It's not everyday you see the lords of the house rolling on the flour covered floor of the kitchen. If not for the seriousness on their faces it would almost be amusing.
In the end, Elrohir had managed to flip Elladan on his back and held his arms out to the sides in a strong grip while straddling him, a big grin creasing his face.
"Well, looks like I win. So sorry, brother, but you get the pink apron after all." Elrohir said to a scowling Elladan.
"All right! All right! I get it. You win. Now get off me!" Elladan grumbled giving his chuckling brother a playful shove.
"Ooph!" Elrohir grunted as he toppeled to the side.
Arwen clapped her hands together to gain their attention and stepped forward to help her brothers up. She leaned down to grab their arms in order to give them a boost.
Mischievious smiles suddenly spread across the twins features and before Arwen could register them, she was toppeling to the ground to join them.
She sat up and huffed indignantly. "Elladan! Elrohir! What are you doing?!" But before she could do or say anything more, they pounced and began tickling her mercilessly.
"Brothers!" She managed to gasp out between the giggles wracking her body. "Stop! Stop!" But it wasn't for several more moments before they relented and finally did stop. And this was only because they heard several very audible gasps coming from the entry way. The three Elves looked up and into the faces of four very shocked and slightly amused hobbits.
Finally realizing she was free from her brothers grasp, Arwen smacked the backs of their heads lightly.
"Ouch! What was that for?!" Elrohir whined.
"Do you really need to ask?" Arwen looked at him incredulously.
"Umm… no. Not really." Elrohir replied with an impish grin.
After the initial shock was over the hobbits rushed to the she-elf's aid and helped her to her feet. Elrohir and Elladan soon followed and all three spent another several moments brushing the light dusting of flour from their dark hair and clothes.
"Gee, Sam, why didn't you tell us this was gonna be a party?" Pippin asked innocently, motioning to the three nobles and the retreating kitchen Elves who were dispersing and returning to their jobs.
"Um, Pip, this isn't a party." Merry informed him uncertainly.
"It's not? Well, then, what is it?" Pippin asked, looking genuinely confused (not that that's a new experience for him).
Noone seemed ready or able to answer and the only sounds heard were the kitchen staff preparing breakfast.
"Actually, your friend is quite correct. This isn't a celebration. In fact, it's the execution of a punishment." Arwen spoke softly, her face once again serious.
The three hobbits, minus Sam's, eyes widened.
"But… What have we done?" they asked in unison.
~End Part 12~
TBC…
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Translations:
Ada = Dad/Father
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: Hmm… maybe I should just give up the background notes for now…
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More Notes: So, wasn't that fun. ^_^ I actually had the fight between the twins over the apron in my mind for awhile, the part where they include Arwen & the Hobbits was a last minute addition. ^_^ I figure, that's prolly how a brother would act. At least, my friend (who is pretty much the equivalent of a brother -_-;) would probably do that. Hmm… now I am a little lost as to what to have happen next. Don't worry, I'll figure it out eventually. Oh and forgive me if the fight scene sucks, but, I know nothing of fighting. My skills mainly contain running, hiding, and ducking. So I'm going on other stories I've read and stuff I've seen, not personal experience.
Sniffle. Spring break is over. Oh, cruel world! Ah well, life goes on. On a happier note, I just got a new cell phone, and it's in color! Fancy that. ^_^ Yes, I know, I'm way behind times.
~*~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!
Arwen Baggins: LOL! I totally forgot that Eowyn scene! That was really a priceless moment. Kinda felt sorry for poor Aragorn. As for whether or not the princes can cook, well, I haven't quite decided. Even if they can, they won't do it well. ^_^ As for the hobbits, they seem to prefer to eat the food more than cooking it (except for Sam- he likes both ^_^) Their purpose there will remain a mystery… until next chapter ^_^ Then it's all discovered. Oh and of course Ara & Las will show up. I can't leave them out, not after specifically mentioning them in the story. Though I'm not positive how I'm getting them in, I do know that it will involve large quantities of teasing on the twins account. Fun. ^_^ I couldn't resist myself. I've lulled the twins into a false sense of security, thinking their friends are away and won't catch them in their humiliating situation. Lol, you a college student, too? I have those days as well, my normal bedtime is somewhere between 2 & 3. AM. -_-; I often throw Common Sense to the wayside in favor of a good fic as well. It's not pretty in the morning though. ^_^
Master Dorf: Actually, I hadn't known about the whole dwarvish language being huge secret when I wrote that chapter, and only recently discovered it(oddly enough it was only a few days before you left that review that I had researched it for a school project). It doesn't make much sense to me, keeping a language so secret like that *shrug* Umm, where does it say Gandalf doesn't know much of the language? I must've missed that. I thought he knew just about every language. Heck, he even knows the 'Black Speech' of Mordor. Not something someone can find out in text books. Was it mentioned in the books? If so I'm curious, could you tell me where? I'm also too lazy to go back and change it. We'll call it artistic liscence. Or movieverse, cuz wasn't Gimli cursing Haldir in Dwarvish in the FotR Extended DVD? Aragorn seemed to know what he was saying, or at least the gist of it, and I'm sure the twins would know just as much about lore and languages that their foster brother does. So, I'm sorry it concerned you, it was merely a minor oversight. I hope it didn't bother you too much.
rabidsamfan: thanks for the helpful e-mail, I will try to get around to changing it eventually. I was up really late when typing that chapter, which would've accounted for the mistakes. Yep Frilly aprons. Poor twins. *__* And yes the hobbits will find everything out next chapter. Not sure yet how they'll react. Still thinking it out.
Fuji: Lol, thanks for the compliment. I didn't see anything wrong with your stories formats, though. And my document sometimes gets weird when I load it to ff.net. Like it'll leave paragraph lines where there shouldn't be, or crowd paragraphs together. I hafta figure out how to change that. It's getting on my nerves. As for her punishment being bad enough to make up for past sins, well, that was my intent from the very beginning. She wants some serious payback. ^_^ And hopefully it will deter them from further prank pulling… but then again, these are the twins we're talking about. Is it even possible for them to stay out of trouble?
Celeb: Yep, I couldn't help myself. My hunky twins in itty bitty girlish aprons. Oh the picture it instills is worth a million words. The color difference actually was simply to cause the squabble that occurs in this chapter. Though it works as a way for the hobbits to tell whose who as well. You're always so good to me. You were the one who got me to get Arwen in the fic in the first place. Where would it be without you? ^_^ Yes, that's right, I don't have a sense of humor, it's sense of evil. Muahahaha! Rotfl
Anamaria Elentari: Don't worry about not logging on, I've done it before. ^_^ Do they now, I never really thought about it. What twin stories have you been reading lately, I think I'd enjoy them. ^_^ Ah, a tomboy, eh? Personally, I'm a lazy bum. ^_^ Lol, okay not really. I'm an artist. SO I'm not really into sports and fitness, but neither am I a "girly girl" if you know what I mean, I'm somewhere pleasantly in the middle. ^_^
arabiasil: Yes, she's one person I wouldn't want on my bad side. ^_^ Yes, she is quite clever. She certainly knows how to 'play' her family. I wonder if I'll have any interaction between her and Aragorn. Now that could get interesting. ^_^ God Bless, to you too. ^_^
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