Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing here because it all belongs to Tolkien. I would also like to add that writing this is getting slightly repetitive. Really, really repetitive.

While Erestor was trying to find a safe hideaway in the kitchens (as well as some food). Thranduil was sitting in his chair, listening to the two Peredhil that had somehow managed to find themselves in his front rooms.

"Where in the world is safe from Glorfindel?" Elladan asked his brother despairingly. "He knows all the rooms, all the passage ways AND all the best places to hide."

"How did you manage to arouse Glorfindel's wrath?" Elrohir asked suddenly realizing he had no clue as to why Glorfindel was chasing his brother.

Thranduil listened closely.

"Well... Ada and Glorfindel needed someone to guard Erestor and so... They asked me."

"Erestor?"

"Yes, something to do with his wardrobe or something like that, I don't really know why. But anyway, as soon as they had left, Erestor asked me what I knew about picking locks and well... Things just kind of went from there."

"You RELEASED him? But why?"

"I don't know! It seemed like a good idea at the time."

Thranduil felt, more than heard Elrohir shake his head in despair. "Ai, Elladan, you never seem to think of consequences when you do stupid things."

"Oh, that is not true!" Elladan defended himself. "You are usually the one facing someone's wrath! Not I, muindor nin."

"I am not the one hiding from the anger of the famous balrog slayer."

Elladan looked at his brother for a second while realization of something else entirely dawned on him. "Elrohir... Whose rooms are we in?"

This was when Thranduil felt obliged to step in. Walking silently to the door and opening it behind the two elves he said softly, "I believe I am able to answer that question for you."

Elladan stared at Thranduil with something akin to horror in his eyes. If he wasn't dead beforehand, he certainly was now.

Elrohir also looked slightly terrified. Being caught in a guest's private rooms without permission had never been a sign of good things to come. And they were in THRANDUIL'S rooms... THE KING of mirkwood... Elrohir smiled weakly, "Mae govannen King Thranduil."

Elladan shot a look of complete disbelief at his brother's nerve, and then looked quickly at the Mirkwood King, as he began to laugh. He laughed and laughed as the two brothers stared at him, wondering if he had gone insane at last. "Elrohir, do you think he has finally cracked?"

"I am unsure gwador nin, perhaps it would be best if we asked him directly."

"Mayhap leaving would be a better choice, seeing as how he cannot kill us for being here, when we are no longer here."

"No, stay," Thranduil managed to choke out. "I have not gone mad, your response just took me by surprise. Legolas would have done the exact same." Then, he sobered. "Now, tell me, why exactly my Lords Elrond and Glorfindel respectively are so intent on finding you, Elladan, and I may be convinced to... Shall we say.... Let you hide in my rooms?"

The twin exchanged glances before saying slightly nervously, "Well, it all started this morning in Erestor's study and from what we gather...." And so it was that the King of Mirkwood learned of true dysfunctionality and chaos.

Erestor, meanwhile, was busy hiding in the kitchens. Alas for him, he was about to be discovered.

"Erestor! I am so glad to see that you are awake! We were all very worried about you when Glorfindel came in and said you had fallen asleep on the floor."

Erestor winced, then a thought occurred to him. "Andrath, where IS Glorfindel?"

The chef blinked, "well, he was in his rooms and I believe he may have...." But Erestor was already gone.

Glorfindel was at war with himself. A great debate was going on inside his head. Two thoughts dominated his conscience. There was the homicidal instinct that said: find Elladan and kill him. Then there was the voice of reason that said: Elrond will in all likelihood kill you if you permanently maim his son. However, then another thought entered his head: Erestor is no longer in his room. That, decided the issue. Throwing the rather pleasant images of him strangling Elladan into the back of his mind, Glorfindel set out to look for the errant advisor.

Erestor, meanwhile was busy searching Glorfindel's rooms for his clothing, but had yet to find it until.... What was that? Was that the scent of the favorite perfume of a certain elf maiden who worked in the healing house? Erestor quickly stored this information for further blackmail material and, not having found his robes, decided to leave the rooms belonging to the balrog slayer. He had just turned around the corner when he ran smack into Glorfindel himself.

Erestor's eyes widened in disbelief. Did the valar really hate him this much?

Glorfindel's eyes mirrored Erestor's. The valar were feeling generously kind today.

Mandos watched from afar, too lazy to do anything at the moment.

Glorfindel moved first. "Erestor! How wonderful to see you!"

Erestor glared. "Glorfindel, if you think for a single moment that I am not going to injure you - severely - in some way very soon, you are either very mistaken or very drunk."

"Threats AGAIN mellon nin? I had thought we were passed all of that."

"I cannot believe that you LOCKED me in my own ROOM!"

"Mellon nin, really, it was not I who did the deed."

"That does not matter!"

"Well actually.." Glorfindel began, but he got no further.

"GLORFINDEL!" Erestor's rage was towering nearly has high as the time he had discovered Elladan and Elrohir drunk in his study playing with swords and torches.

"Yes, Mellon nin?"

Erestor's voice was cool and emotionless as he said, "I repeat once again that you have been behaving in a manner not even fit for the lowliest human. Furthermore, you have hidden my robes somewhere and the only reason you are not unconcience at this very minute is because of my dire need for clothing that I have not been wearing for the past day." Glorfindel shivered, Erestor's calm calculating voice was - in Glorfindel's opinion - a lot more frightening then his version of 'towering rage'.

"Erestor.... I - wait, what do you mean I have hidden your robes away? I did no such thing! I was busy sorting them when I had to leave the room." Which reminded him that strangling Elladan was still on his to do list. However, now was not the time to think of such things. "They should be on the bed in my chambers."

Erestor looked at him with an interesting expression that was a bit like a cross between rage, anger and the desire to murder someone who was so utterly hopeless that it wasn't even funny. Glorfindel was sincerely hoping that Erestor would never use that expression on him -- when he realized that was exactly what the advisor was doing.

"Erestor.... Don't look at me as if I have not an intelligent or decent bone in my body."

"Since I have not exactly received any information to the contrary, that is exactly what I am going to continue doing. And I think I have the right to. Not only do you steal my clothing, but then," He paused for a dramatic affect "You LOOSE it! Ai Glorfindel, this is getting even more ridicules by the second, and you are NOT HELPING!"

Glorfindel wisely decided to wait to tell Erestor about his new robes, or at least, He thought, an idea striking him, use what little tact he possessed. "Erestor, I promise you that I was only sorting your clothing for you."

Erestor continued to glare at Glorfindel.

"But if it is indeed missing, then it appears that we have a thief here in Imladris."

Erestor gritted his teeth. "Aye we do", he spat. "And his name is Glorfindel!"

"Mellon nin, saes, let us not be hasty in our judgment."

"HASTY in our judgment? How DARE you accuse me of being hasty in judging you after knowing you for more then the past millennia? Especially considering what you have done today?" Erestor was turning an interesting shade of red (a color not commonly seen on him) and was now standing a few inches away from the balrog slayer (as well as a few inches below him). His dark hair was flying everywhere and his eyes slightly popping as he gestured angrily at his friend.

This was when Elrond, who had been watching from a doorway, decided that matters had gone far enough. He stepped out into the hallway.

ELVIS TRANSLATIONS:

Mellon nin = my friend

Saes = please

muindor nin = my brother

Mae govannen = well met

A/N Hmmm..... Looks as if Erestor is a little bit more angry then Glorfindel expected. If there are errors in this, I sincerely apologize, I really do have problems with grammar and spelling (going to an immersion school for k-5 does that to you). I don't know exactly how long this is going to be, probably a few more chapters. Thank you all reviewers! I'm glad you are enjoying this! (this is also un betaed. I did fix the elvish errors though)