Mayhem
By: Athena Diagon Cat
Disclaimer: I do not own any Lord of the Rings characters, except for Fëawen, Péniel, and Culcairiel.
This is a response to Erestor's challenge:
Glorfindel, Elladan and Elrohir are now on the main character list! So here's a writing challenge for you to celebrate. Write a humorous little story (without slash) in which Glorfindel and the twins are the main characters. Include a tree house, a reference to a drunk dwarf, and Erestor saying, "This is not funny" in your story. No other rules. This is a random challenge.
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Fëawen was right. The next morning, Glorfindel was very cross, indeed. He stomped through the halls (so very un Elf-like,) yelled at Arwen for wishing him a good morning, and nearly knocked over Lindir.
"Ai, Elbereth!" Erestor cried when Glorfindel stormed into the library. "You could send the Dark Lord running with that look on your face!"
Glorfindel snarled at him.
"You may want to get a remedy for your hangover," said Fëawen cautiously, peeking around a bookshelf.
"I'm an Elf! I'm not supposed to get hangovers!"
"Even Elves get hangovers from wine and soda."
"How would you know?" Glorfindel demanded, turning on her. Fëawen bit her lip.
"My brothers once had wine and soda mixed together. Péniel and I had to find them the antidote."
Glorfindel scowled at the shelf that hid the elleth before grudgingly going to Elrond's office.
"I need a hangover potion," he said flatly. Elrond looked up at him from his desk.
"For whom?"
"Me."
Elrond was shocked.
"But Elves don't get-"
"-hangovers, I know. But I managed to get one."
"How?"
"Why don't you ask your sons?"
"I will," said Elrond, getting up and leaving. Glorfindel snickered.
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"My sons," said Elrond, entering Elladan and Elrohir's room, "how did Lord Glorfindel get a hangover?"
"Um," said Elladan, "he drank too much wine?"
Elrond raised an eyebrow.
"Actually," said Elrohir, "We put soda in his wine. Apparently it has strange affects on Elves."
"Why did you put 'soda' in his wine in the first place?" their father asked, glaring.
"We wanted to get back at him for putting ice down our robes!" Elladan squeaked.
"Ah. And why is your room decorated with purple cats?"
"They're… still… there?" Elrohir whispered in horror.
"Yes…"
"Nooooooo!" screamed the twins, and tried to run, but Elrond grabbed them by their tunics.
"No more pranking Glorfindel, no matter what. Understand?"
They gulped. How did he know?
"Yes, Ada."
"Good. Now go tell the servants that your room needs re-painting." He let go of the twins, and they took off down the hall.
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It's not over yet; there's about one more chapter to go.
Thank you XxgemxX, IrethAncalime3791, Erestor, Catmint, and Arsinoe Selene for reviewing! You guys (sorry, people!) are great!
-ADC