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Thou must reveal thy enemies secrets
Elrond refused to come out of his room the whole of that day, and be honest, can you really blame him? All of Imladras and the surrounding area had heard about his... accident. Something about the constant laughing, elves talking behind their hands, pointing at him in the hallways and the ridiculous nick-names like 'pee-wee' made the idea almost unbearable for Elrond.
Meanwhile, Merry and Pippin were congratulating each other on the success of their prank which had caused such a disturbance on the first day.
The sun was beginning to set when they visited Aragorn and Arwen, who were sitting on the grass beside the Loud Water River. It was at that point that they discovered that elves, although being immortal, couldn't avoid every single sign of ageing.
The following morning, Lindir strode through passageways, heading for Elrond's study. It was time to get even. Elrond would think twice about confiscating his bouncy ball again! Merry Brandybuck and Pippin Took had informed him of their plan, after learning that he had a grudge to settle with Lord Elrond. Of course, being the eccentric and inconspicuous elf that he was, Lindir agreed to help without hesitation.
Elrond was sitting in his study attempting to keep his mind off his humiliation by writing an entry in his diary. The only reason he wasn't cowering in his closet right now was because Aragorn had invaded and told him of the horrors of dust mites. That had been scary enough to drive him out of his closet and into his sterilized study.
There was a few knocks on his door and he looked up, petrified.
"If you're any shorter than four feet you can't come in here!" he yelled at the door.
"It's just me, My Lord! Not one of those dratted hobbits!" said Lindir, pushing the door open. "Do you know what they did to me this morning?" he said, thinking of a small prank, for, of course, none of this was true. "They put thorns in my slippers!"
But Elrond didn't want to know. "What are you doing here Lindir?" asked Elrond, raising an eyebrow. "If you're looking for that bouncy ball back again, you can just forget it! It's broken far too many pairs of my spectacles."
Lindir caught sight of the coffee table sized book on the desk. Struggling to make small talk and divert the attention from his beloved bouncy ball, he said, "If I may ask, My Lord, what is that large book on your desk?"
"It's my..." he was about to say diary, but he didn't want to sound even more pathetic and weak as he was sure he already did in front of Lindir. "My journal," he said quickly, "Yes, it's my journal, Lindir."
Lindir looked amazed at the sheer enormity of the book. Elrond, reading his look said, "I've lived a very long time, Lindir, so I have a very thick dia... journal!"
Quit the small talk, it was time for some action.
"My Lord, you wouldn't happen to know the time?" asked Lindir.
"Almost midday, the lunch bell will ring in a few minutes," replied Elrond.
"I think I will go have some lunch," Lindir said opening the door.
"I do think I will accompany you, dear Lindir."
"If you're hungry, My Lord, I have some toffee you might like to try. They're very good. Clotted cream! M&P Inc."
Of course, Elrond had no idea that M&P stood for Merry and Pippin. It was their own special recipe for toffee and for disaster. Extra chewy.
Elrond look at Lindir suspiciously, "Are they poisoned?"
"Poisoned! I'm insulted that you would even believe it possible of me, My Lord! Here I'll prove it."
Lindir prayed that Merry and Pippin hadn't been lying when they said that the sweets weren't poisoned. He too had asked. He fished around in the bag and pulled out a golden coloured toffee. He popped into his mouth. The result was instantaneous. His jaws cemented together, making a bond tighter than super glue. Unable to speak he brandished the bag at Elrond.
Elrond took one sceptically and placed it in his mouth. It tasted fine. Maybe it wasn't poisoned after all.
"Ish goog!" spluttered Elrond. But at the precise moment that he opened his mouth something fell onto the floor, and landed beside Lindir's foot.
Elrond blanched. One of the only secrets he had managed to keep in Rivendell had been divulged to people outside of his close family circle. He had...
DENTURES!!!
Elrond made some babbling noises that sounded like,
"Meriadoc... kill! Peregrin... slaughter!" and much to the other elf's terror, "Lindir... squish!!!"
At that point the lunch bell rang- a sign that Lindir's job was almost complete! He kicked Elrond's false teeth out of the wide open door, and into the middle of the now crowded hall. Everyone went silent. They were now all staring at Elrond and his toothless mouth! Then, all at once, everyone started laughing! Luckily, Lindir managed to grab his beloved bouncy ball before sneaking off into the crowd.
Elrond snatched up his dentures and ran off to some secret place to re- attach his teeth.
Meanwhile, back in Elrond's study, the cupboard door burst open and Merry and Pippin fell out.
"I am so glad to be out of there!" Pippin said, still howling from what he had seen moments before. "We must thank Arwen for that very useful bit of information!"
"And," said Merry, "we don't have to get Lindir a new bouncy ball because he got his old one back himself!"
After that, they went off, still laughing, to their bedrooms to await the return of a fully toothed Elrond!
A.N. This chapter is dedicated to our mate, Gnome back with a vengeance! He was the one that gave us the idea for this chapters plot. Chapter three; Beauty is thy key to all evil, is coming soon! By Sweetdeath04
& Thorney
Thou must reveal thy enemies secrets
Elrond refused to come out of his room the whole of that day, and be honest, can you really blame him? All of Imladras and the surrounding area had heard about his... accident. Something about the constant laughing, elves talking behind their hands, pointing at him in the hallways and the ridiculous nick-names like 'pee-wee' made the idea almost unbearable for Elrond.
Meanwhile, Merry and Pippin were congratulating each other on the success of their prank which had caused such a disturbance on the first day.
The sun was beginning to set when they visited Aragorn and Arwen, who were sitting on the grass beside the Loud Water River. It was at that point that they discovered that elves, although being immortal, couldn't avoid every single sign of ageing.
The following morning, Lindir strode through passageways, heading for Elrond's study. It was time to get even. Elrond would think twice about confiscating his bouncy ball again! Merry Brandybuck and Pippin Took had informed him of their plan, after learning that he had a grudge to settle with Lord Elrond. Of course, being the eccentric and inconspicuous elf that he was, Lindir agreed to help without hesitation.
Elrond was sitting in his study attempting to keep his mind off his humiliation by writing an entry in his diary. The only reason he wasn't cowering in his closet right now was because Aragorn had invaded and told him of the horrors of dust mites. That had been scary enough to drive him out of his closet and into his sterilized study.
There was a few knocks on his door and he looked up, petrified.
"If you're any shorter than four feet you can't come in here!" he yelled at the door.
"It's just me, My Lord! Not one of those dratted hobbits!" said Lindir, pushing the door open. "Do you know what they did to me this morning?" he said, thinking of a small prank, for, of course, none of this was true. "They put thorns in my slippers!"
But Elrond didn't want to know. "What are you doing here Lindir?" asked Elrond, raising an eyebrow. "If you're looking for that bouncy ball back again, you can just forget it! It's broken far too many pairs of my spectacles."
Lindir caught sight of the coffee table sized book on the desk. Struggling to make small talk and divert the attention from his beloved bouncy ball, he said, "If I may ask, My Lord, what is that large book on your desk?"
"It's my..." he was about to say diary, but he didn't want to sound even more pathetic and weak as he was sure he already did in front of Lindir. "My journal," he said quickly, "Yes, it's my journal, Lindir."
Lindir looked amazed at the sheer enormity of the book. Elrond, reading his look said, "I've lived a very long time, Lindir, so I have a very thick dia... journal!"
Quit the small talk, it was time for some action.
"My Lord, you wouldn't happen to know the time?" asked Lindir.
"Almost midday, the lunch bell will ring in a few minutes," replied Elrond.
"I think I will go have some lunch," Lindir said opening the door.
"I do think I will accompany you, dear Lindir."
"If you're hungry, My Lord, I have some toffee you might like to try. They're very good. Clotted cream! M&P Inc."
Of course, Elrond had no idea that M&P stood for Merry and Pippin. It was their own special recipe for toffee and for disaster. Extra chewy.
Elrond look at Lindir suspiciously, "Are they poisoned?"
"Poisoned! I'm insulted that you would even believe it possible of me, My Lord! Here I'll prove it."
Lindir prayed that Merry and Pippin hadn't been lying when they said that the sweets weren't poisoned. He too had asked. He fished around in the bag and pulled out a golden coloured toffee. He popped into his mouth. The result was instantaneous. His jaws cemented together, making a bond tighter than super glue. Unable to speak he brandished the bag at Elrond.
Elrond took one sceptically and placed it in his mouth. It tasted fine. Maybe it wasn't poisoned after all.
"Ish goog!" spluttered Elrond. But at the precise moment that he opened his mouth something fell onto the floor, and landed beside Lindir's foot.
Elrond blanched. One of the only secrets he had managed to keep in Rivendell had been divulged to people outside of his close family circle. He had...
DENTURES!!!
Elrond made some babbling noises that sounded like,
"Meriadoc... kill! Peregrin... slaughter!" and much to the other elf's terror, "Lindir... squish!!!"
At that point the lunch bell rang- a sign that Lindir's job was almost complete! He kicked Elrond's false teeth out of the wide open door, and into the middle of the now crowded hall. Everyone went silent. They were now all staring at Elrond and his toothless mouth! Then, all at once, everyone started laughing! Luckily, Lindir managed to grab his beloved bouncy ball before sneaking off into the crowd.
Elrond snatched up his dentures and ran off to some secret place to re- attach his teeth.
Meanwhile, back in Elrond's study, the cupboard door burst open and Merry and Pippin fell out.
"I am so glad to be out of there!" Pippin said, still howling from what he had seen moments before. "We must thank Arwen for that very useful bit of information!"
"And," said Merry, "we don't have to get Lindir a new bouncy ball because he got his old one back himself!"
After that, they went off, still laughing, to their bedrooms to await the return of a fully toothed Elrond!
A.N. This chapter is dedicated to our mate, Gnome back with a vengeance! He was the one that gave us the idea for this chapters plot. Chapter three; Beauty is thy key to all evil, is coming soon! By Sweetdeath04
& Thorney