Disclaimer: Watashi wah Tolkien janai des (I am not Tolkien). Conoshto wah watashi noh janai des (these people are not mine). Wakadimaska? (understand?) Sode wah ee desuneh (that is good).

A/N yes, that was Japanese. I am proud to say that after six years of immersion, I do remember it, despite not having really spoken it for the past three years. So, watashi noh hen noh otomodachi type people, shall we continue?

Erestor was sneaking. He tried to tell himself that really - he wasn't- but we all must face the truth sometime and in Erestor's case, sneaking was the truth. After being let free from his room by his former student and temporary jailer, who regarded this all as a very obscure joke (a sentiment that Erestor did not share). Erestor had sneaked. He sneaked passed Glorfindel's room (where his clothing was still being held hostage and sorted by said elf). He sneaked passed Elladan's room (where Lindir was still playing the harp). And now he was sneaking passed King Thranduil's rooms. Or, at least trying to.

"Advisor Erestor? Er, what ARE you doing?"

Erestor jumped and turned around before saying nervously "Nothing."

Thranduil raised an eyebrow, managing to look remarkably like Lord Elrond. Or at least - Erestor reminded himself- Lord Elrond when he had been a sane and rational elf.

"Advisor, crouching near the floor and sneaking passed rooms is not what I consider 'nothing'."

"I was not sneaking!" Erestor said, immediately contradicting his earlier thoughts. He took a deep breath before saying smoothly. "Really King Thranduil, it is of no matter. I am merely attempting to see how long I can avoid being seen."

"To the purpose of......"

And for this, Erestor had no answer, so he tried making one up. "Well, Glorfindel tells me that..er..."

Thranduil was looking at him as if he had grown a tail. This could not be good.

".....That I need to..to...practice moving unseen, in case of...er......Emergencies! And that I really, really need practice, so.....It was delightful conversing with you my lord, but I really must be going." And he hurriedly sneaked off in the direction of the kitchens. This left the somewhat confused King of Mirkwood to poke his head back inside his room, and inform Lord Elrond that he suspected Erestor was a bit unhinged mentally.

"I am curious to know why you think so of my chief advisor." Lord Elrond told The still befuddled King curtly.

"Well, I was just talking with him in the hall, and he said that-" But that was as far as he got.

"You WHAT?!" Lord Elrond jumped up and knocked his wine glass to the ground, staining the carpet red.

"I was talking to him in the hall and....." But the Peredhel was already gone. Thranduil distantly heard a door being pulled open, and both Elrond and Glorfindel talking with each other as well as a loud cry of,

"ELLADAN!"

Now what, Thranduil wondered, was all that about?

 Glorfindel, had been happily sorting Erestor's clothing, and putting it in two piles: The wearable, and the non-wearable. So far, a total of three pairs of leggings, two tunics, and a single robe graced the 'wearable' pile. He was just considering whether or not to order more clothes for Erestor, when Elrond poked his head in and informed him of Erestor's escape. This of course, put all of Glorfindel's plans on immediate hold. "He WHAT?"

"He escaped." Elrond said again.

"But how could he? He was even guarded under lock and...." A calculating pause while Glorfindel put it all together and then the inevitable, "ELLADAN!" was heard throughout the halls of Imladris.

Elladan, was also attempting to hide from Glorfindel - although for a completely different reason- but alas, it was in vain for while Erestor could escape to who knows where, Elladan was not so lucky.

"Mae govannen muindor nin." Smirked Elrohir from in front of him. "Glorfindel is looking for you."

Elladan, amazingly managed not to choke and said in a semi scared voice, "And you will not tell him I am here right?"

"Hmmmm........I shall have to take that into consideration, perhaps we can make a deal."

"That is considered by some to be blackmail muindor nin." Elladan said in a nervous tone. Who knew what torture Elrohir would plan for him.

"I do believe you are correct," Elrohir said, examining his fingernails as if he had not a care in the whole of Arda. "However, that is not what matters." And he proceeded to drag Elladan into the nearest room, and lock the door behind them.

"Elrohir! What are you-"

"Here is the plan," Elrohir said, cutting him off. "You do not kill me or tell Ada about what I did......earlier in the day. And I will not tell Glorfindel or Ada about your whereabouts."

"You want me to NOT tell ADA about you tripping over a rug and breaking almost all glass objects in my rooms AND yours?"

"In one word, yes."

"You want me to lie to the most powerful elf in the whole of IMLADRIS?"

"Yes."

"Dol gin lost."

"That may be so, but do we have a deal?"

Elladan looked despairingly at the door. He could hear the tell tale sounds of Glorfindel's wrath coming down the hall, and despaired of ever seeing his family again. "Fine."

ELVISH TRANSLATIONS:

Mae govannen = well met

muindor nin = my brother

Dol gin lost = your head is empty

A/N all right, kind of short yes, but I have a slight writers block so.....too bad, maybe the next chapter will be longer. Thank you reviewers! I love you all. If you enjoy this story, you may want to read my fic 'May the valar protect us' only a suggestion but the more people I make laugh, the better!