Chapter 7 - Merriment in Mirkwood
Brethil crouched in front of Bastryn's cage, which he had decorated with twining vines of ivy and clematis. The young Elf was feeling very sorry for the 'poor little spider' as he called him. As yet they had not ventured back into the forest to leave him, for even though they knew that there was no Mud Monster lurking there waiting for them, they were still wary of traveling alone. When the spider awakened from his Morn Nen induced sleep they would feed him, and then Legolas would sprinkle more water on him. Brethil looked at the small spinner and sighed.
"We can't keep him locked up forever," he said quietly. "Poor little sleeping spider."
Legolas and Tavor were lying on their stomachs atop the Rhun carpet, long slim legs stretched out behind them. They were studying a piece of paper covered with careful handwriting. It was the list of things that they could send to Lord Elrond for his birthday. Many of the items on the list had been crossed out for varied reasons: the Dorwinion wine, various jewels in Thranduil's Gem Room, one of the King's horses, the very rug they lay on, the bolts of silver cloth from the Dwarves of Moria.
Tavor pointed at one item on the list.
"What about that?"
Legolas stared at it, and shrugged.
"A barrel of pipeweed from Bree," he read. "I don't know, Tavor. Do you think he would like that? I have yet to see an Elf smoke any of it. I think that Adar keeps it for when Mithrandir visits."
"Oh," Tavor said, dipping the feather quill into the small bottle of ink and neatly drawing an x over 'barrel of pipeweed from Bree', and sighing. "We are out of time, Legolas," he continued, twirling the quill in his slender fingers. "The gift will need to be sent in the next few days or it will arrive late. I don't think your father would like that. I don't think Lord Elrond would either for that matter."
Legolas scowled and rolled onto his back, hands laced behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling.
"I know," he said at last with a sigh. "I never realized how hard it would be to choose something suitable. I should never have volunteered."
"Are you certain that there is no wine in your father's cellars that would be suitable? He has more bottles of wine than anyone else, I would guess."
"I don't know. Perhaps." The young prince turned his head to watch Brethil gently stroking Bastryn's soft fur through the bars, singing softly. "We have to get rid of him," he said quietly to his friend.
Brethil turned to look at him, and nodded.
" I wish we didn't have to. We have had him so long he must think we are his mothers. What is he going to do when we put him back? He won't know how to live. Poor baby Bastryn." He stroked the silvered fur, his brows furrowed with concern.
Tavor gaped at him in amazement, suppressing a shudder.
"Brethil! He is a spider! He will be perfectly fine in the woods where he belongs."
"Tavor, what if someone shoots him? Is that what you want to happen? I can't believe you are so cruel! Lend Laes (Sweet Baby) Bastryn, I won't let anything happen to you."
Legolas turned to look at Tavor, who shrugged and turned back to the list.
"Where did you hide the rest of the Morn Nen water?" the prince asked, looking at the full bottle of water in the corner.
"I told Brethil to put them somewhere safe," Tavor said, chewing thoughtfully on the end of the feather. "Where did you put them, Naneth lhing (Mother spider)?"
"Some place no one will ever find them. Don't worry. His fur is very soft, and such a beautiful color," Brethil murmured, turning back to caresses the spider again, a gentle expression on his fair face.
"Let's go to the wine cellars one more time," Legolas said, rising and stretching. "I overheard Galion and Calphcyll saying something about Lebennin wine. Perhaps I can send that."
"Isn't the Lebennin wine merchant coming to visit your father today?" Tavor said, as he replaced the cap on the inkbottle and stood. "Maybe he has something you can send."
"I certainly hope so. Yes, he is coming, as are some Men from Dale and . . . " he raised his eyebrows in mock surprise, "some Dwarves! I am never going to volunteer for this duty again! Come on, Brethil. Maybe you can find something in one of the cellars for Bastryn."
"He would like a present, I think," Brethil said with a smile as he rose and moved to the formal entrance. "Maybe something bright and sparkly will cheer him up."
"Bright and sparkly?" Tavor whispered to Legolas as Brethil dropped to the branches below their tree house. "For a spider? Who ever heard of something so silly! Bright and sparkly indeed. He IS a Naneth lhing!"
Legolas merely grinned as Tavor followed after Brethil. He turned to gaze at Bastryn who looked so harmless, and well, cute.
"What are we going to do with you, Lend Laes Bastryn?" he said quietly. "I am certain that I do not know. I don't want you to get shot either." He shook his head, and moved quickly across the room to reach between the bars to stroke the soft furry back. "I will come up with something. I always do." A small snore of contentment drifted from between the pincers on the tiny mouth, and Legolas thought he heard the hushed words "wicked Greenie". It was those same pincers that had clamped onto his fingers many times, but the prince had forgotten those small pains. "I will come up with something," he promised, and then he turned and slid out the formal entrance and to the ground.
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Galion was staring at the bottles of wine on the table before him. Thranduil would be entertaining the wine merchant from Lebennin this evening, among others, and the man would want to sample the wine that he had sent them not long before. The butler shook his dark head, his grey eyes filled with annoyance. He should have dumped it all in the stream, then he wouldn't have to serve it to the King and his guests.
"Ah, well," he said with a sigh. "Perhaps he will see that this vintage is not worth the bottles he has put it in." He shook his head, picking up the clear green glass bottle filled with a dark red wine. The fancy label was nearly as ornate as that of the Dorwinion. "Perhaps it will all be for the best. I could always water it down. Maybe that would help." He moved to the cupboard, opened it, and began to remove delicate wineglasses etched with twining vines and flowers. He carried them to the table and went to fetch the matching decanters of heavy crystal. The water ewer on the back table was empty. Galion sighed.
"Calphcyll," he called to his assistant, who was busy in the next room finding the proper napkins for the occasion. "Send someone to fetch some water!"
Galion's second nodded, and sent one of the youths that was learning to serve at the king's table on the errand. A few minutes later the young Elf returned carrying a bottle of water. Galion thanked him, and set the decanters on the table, filling them partially with the wine, and partially with the water.
"Well, that is all I can do," he said philosophically, as he placed the crystal stoppers in the tops. He carefully wrapped some freshly cut ivy around the decanters, placing them on the tray with the glasses. "Is everything ready, Calphcyll?" he called, moving into the next room to inspect the food. "I don't want anything going wrong tonight, nor does the king I am sure. Make certain that the Lebennin vintner gets a taste of his own stuff so he knows how bad it is, but no one else. We don't want to hurt our relationship with the Men of Dale now, do we? "
"Or those Dwarves!" Calphcyll said with a grin as he laid the snowy napkins embroidered with grapevines on a painted tray with the silverware. "Don't worry, Galion. Everything has been seen to. What could possibly go wrong?"
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"Oh, look what I have found!" Brethil called excitedly. He turned and held up a sparkling collar attached to a golden leash. "What do you suppose that was used for?"
Legolas stared at it and shook his head.
"I have no idea, Brethil. Where did you find it?"
"In this box. It is very pretty. Do you think Bastryn would like it?" He held it up to the torch light, watching the gems flash and sparkle. "I think he would. Do you think your father will miss it? After all, it is stuck in this dusty storeroom. I am sure he has forgotten it."
Legolas grinned and nodded. Bastryn might look quite nice with the jewels sparkling on his neck. The golden leash would certainly look very nice against his black fur.
"Go ahead and give it to Bastryn. Though I do not know what he will do with it."
"He'll just spit webs on it. That is my guess. Perhaps you can take him for a walk, Brethil," Tavor said snidely. "Won't you look very nice walking your pet spider? If he will stop biting you long enough for you to walk him."
"Do you think so? I think it might be fun to try and get him to go for a walk on it," Brethil smiled, tucking it into his tunic, feeling quite satisfied with his find. "Have you found anything to send to Lord Elrond yet?"
"No," Legolas sighed, running a hand over his hair, which was covered with dust and cobwebs spun by the tiny spinners that lived in these storerooms. "I guess I will send some of the wine. I wonder what Adar won't miss too much?"
"Not the Dorwinion," Tavor stated in a voice as close to the King's as he could manage, his arms folded over his chest, an imperious look on his face, one brow raised. "Never the Dorwinion." He then ruined the effect by bursting into laughter.
"Come on," Legolas said with a grin. "Let's go and see what we can find. It is time to send something to Lord Elrond. I am just sorry that I haven't been able to come up with anything interesting and creative. Oh well. There is always next year."
Tavor frowned as he followed Brethil and Legolas from the storeroom.
"I though you weren't going to volunteer to do this next year," he said.
"I won't. It is too hard to think of anything. It is no wonder Adar doesn't like to do it. I wonder if those Dwarves have arrived yet," he said with another grin. "Let's get our wine, and go see."
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As the Tricksy Trio was entering the wine cellar, Galion was coming down the hall toward them, muttering to himself. His eyes brightened when he saw his prince and his friends.
"Ah, there you are, nin caun (my prince)," he said with a smile. "Everyone has been looking for you. My goodness, what have you been doing? You are rather dusty and dirty. You had better hurry along and bathe quickly. Your father's guests are arriving even now, and they will all be expecting to see you soon."
"What?" Legolas stared at him in dismay. "What do you mean they will be expecting me?"
"Don't worry, dear child," the butler continued, patting the Elfling's fair head, then grimacing slightly at the cobwebs that clung to his long fingers. "Your clothing has been laid out for you. Now run along. Do hurry or you will be late, and your father does not want anything to go amiss this night. Off with you before Tanglinna tracks you down."
Legolas gaped at Galion as he disappeared down the corridor.
"I thought Adar said I didn't have to attend this dinner," he moaned, his shoulders slumping. "Oh, I hate dressing up!"
Tavor sighed and patted him on the shoulder.
"We will find the wine. What sort of bottle is it in?"
Legolas grimaced, still thinking about the clothing he would be forced to wear this night.
"It was fancy. I don't remember. Just find it," he sighed, kicking at the stone floor beneath his feet. "I will try to slip away from the dinner early to make certain that it is the right one." He turned slowly, and moved up the corridor to turn toward the family's rooms. He sighed heavily and squared his shoulders, moving down the hallway. They could hear him muttering quietly to himself about the "fancy, itchy clothes."
"Well, we had better start looking," Tavor sighed, though he grinned knowing how little Legolas would enjoy this evening.
"I bet King Thranduil has hundreds of bottles of wine," Brethil said quietly as he followed Tavor down the hallway. He reached inside his tunic and fingered the leash. "I know Bastryn will like this. Maybe he should dress in Legolas' fancy, itchy clothes. Wouldn't that be funny?"
Tavor stared back at him in amazement, and then he draped one arm over Brethil's shoulders.
"Yes, Brethil. I think that would be funny. Though right now he is too small to fit into even Laerlend's clothes, let alone Legolas'. Hmmmm. That reminds me. You had better douse him with water again tonight."
"Why don't you do it?"
Tavor sneered, knowing that it would cover his trepidation that always seemed to rise when that spider was mentioned. He truly hadn't been like this before Bastryn, had he? Of course he had not, he told himself.
"Come on. We have to find that wine."
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Randor, a merchant from Dale, couldn't stop the smile of delight and wonder that spread across his face as the four children of King Thranduil were ushered in. The King's eldest child Celebross was dressed much like his father in a flowing, sleeveless, dark green robe of rich velvet, belted with silver and pale gems. Beneath it he wore a black silken tunic that fell to his ankles, embroidered at the hem with gold beech and silver oak leaves. A stunning circlet of silver twined about his brow, accentuating his argent hair. The grey eyes were polite and attentive as he greeted their guests.
~His name is fitting, ~ Randor thought as he bowed slightly to the King and his family as they passed. ~Silver Rain, I could not have chosen one better. ~
The Man had many dealings with the Elves of Mirkwood for several years now, as had his father and grandfather before him, and he always enjoyed his visits to Gladaran Thamas. He tipped his head to Prince Aralith, who was dressed in a paler green over a dark grey tunic which fell to his knees, silver vines stitched on the hem, and with his long blonde locks free of any ornamentation. This one, Randor thought with bemusement, held more of his father's temperament. The merchant had learned early that this one was not one to tease, especially about his rather amusing fear of spiders. The prince did not appreciate any mention of this at all, and those grey eyes would flash with anger as sudden as a lightning strike.
The youngest prince was dressed in pale green and grey like Prince Aralith, and looked highly uncomfortable in his dressy robe. His hair, usually confined in a child's braid, was loose and spilled down his back. It was still damp, attesting to the fact that it had been washed recently. As Randor watched, the Elfling tugged at the neck of his robe, running his slender fingers beneath the stiff, scratchy, jeweled collar. This brought a reproving look from his father, which caused the offending hand to drop once more to the young one's side.
Toddling adorably by her big brother was the little Princess Laerlend. The small child's long pale hair cascaded down her back in loose curls, some of which were caught up in a pale green ribbon that matched her dress, which was embroidered with purple and gold flowers. One thumb was lodged securely between her rosebud lips as her large hazel eyes stared solemnly at the many people in the room. Her nurse Sellond hovered nearby, watching the tiny girl like a hawk. The King's closest advisors and friends were following after the children, Tanglinna's s eyes on the youngest prince filled with mirth and amusement. The Master Archer had seen that young one shoot an uncertain glance in his direction, and knew the child was remembering what had happened earlier that day.
The children were introduced to each guest and Randor watched with amusement as Laerlend curtsied gracefully to each and every one after 'Ada' pried loose her wet, pink thumb. It was rather funny to see Prince Legolas standing eye to eye with the Dwarves that had accompanied him from the Dale. He could see the twinkle in Nodfang's eyes as the young prince inclined his head, hand pressed to his heart, a slightly superior look on his fair face. A rash-like irritation encircled the youth's slim neck. It seemed his beautiful clothing was indeed bothering the delicate skin, and Randor could see Legolas' fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach up and yank at his offending collar once more.
Randor watched as they filed past him, each inclining their head to the guests and speaking quiet, appropriate words, but for tiny Laerlend who curtsied daintily. A sad smile flitted over the man's face. It had been but five years since the Queen had died, leaving behind a grieving husband and devastated children. The sorrow still haunted King Thranduil's eyes, and would for quite some time. Randor thought of his own wife at home now with their four children, and the newest babe only a few weeks old. What would he do without her? He watched as the King and his family took their places at the long table, the far end where Brenillass usually sat left vacant. He saw young Legolas glance at it, then bow his head and shut his eyes.
~Poor children, ~ the Daleman thought as he was escorted to his own place.
When they were all seated around the long table, covered with a spill of snowy cloth, the Dale merchant found that he was seated beside Prince Legolas and his irritated neck. Every so often the young Elf would reach up and fiercely yank on the collar of his garment, the green and white jewels flashing as the prince grimaced. Always King Thranduil's gaze would slide in the child's direction, and without interrupting his conversation his brows would shoot up, and the youth's hand would fall back to his lap.
King Thranduil always served his guests the best of all he had. Except for the Dorwinion wine that was rumored to be in his cellar. Randor knew all about this favored vintage, he owned a few as well. He wondered what wine would be served this night. A light, pale vintage had been poured for the first course of a flavorful soup sprinkled with fresh herbs, and freshly baked grain breads. It had been pleasant and agreeable.
Servers entered the room carrying the main course of roasted venison and various game birds on laden trays when the man saw Prince Legolas frown. The child's dark brows knit, and he mouthed "What?" The Man from Dale raised his wine glass to his lips, taking the last swallow, and then he gazed at the doorway. Two young Elves who looked to be age mates to the young prince were standing there, gesticulating somewhat frantically. Then they disappeared from view, ducking out of sight. Randor looked back at Thranduil's youngest son who was still frowning. The Elfling glanced down the table to where his father was speaking to Menardil from Lebennin. Thranduil's eyes slid to his son, and Legolas shook his head, turning to smile at Laerlend who was admiring her reflection in the silver spoon she held in one small hand.
The Daleman didn't have time to wonder what the two young Elves had wanted when he saw Legolas scowling at the doorway once again. The young prince's gaze was so intent that Randor looked up to see that the two others were back. One was holding up a wine bottle, and the other was holding a bottle of what looked to be water.
The one holding the water bottle pretended to pour it into the wine bottle, and then jabbed his finger across the room where the servers were bringing in the wine. Legolas shook his head to indicate that he did not know what they meant. Then he blinked. His mouth opened in surprise and dismay as he wheeled in his chair to gaze at the servants carrying the decanters toward the table. He then turned back to look at his friends, the blue eyes filled with disbelief and he mouthed 'NO!' Thranduil's eyebrows shot up, but the young prince didn't see them. Randor saw the two young Elves in the doorway nod 'YES!' in a most emphatic manner, and the taller of the two pointed an accusing finger at the other one who shrugged and smiled.
Legolas looked so distressed just then that the Man had to say something.
"Prince Legolas, is aught wrong?"
The young Elf jumped at the sound of his voice, and turned to gaze at him with huge blue eyes. The slender fingers yanked at his collar, and he swallowed.
"Nay," he choked out. "Nothing is wrong. Why do you ask?"
Randor raised his brows and shook his head.
"You look somewhat distressed is all, my prince," he said quietly, looking once more to the doorway.
Legolas scarcely heard him as he turned to watch the servers bearing the wine approach the table. He looked to his father, who moved his eyes slightly to regard his son. Legolas gulped and managed a crooked grin, then turned away. So it was that he did not see the look Thranduil gave to Tanglinna, who gazed down the table at Legolas and nodded.
"Ai Valar!" the youngest prince whispered. What was he to do now? How could he prevent something that would be disastrous?
Randor could see the youngling's mind racing behind those frantic blue eyes. Something was definitely amiss. Menardil the vintner from Lebennin had turned to watch the servers approaching with anticipation. He was nodding at something that King Thranduil was saying, and smiling. The Daleman wondered if the wine were perhaps some of the man's own. If so, why was young Prince Legolas so upset?
He had heard stories of this child's pranks and tricks, but he had never seen one unfold before his own eyes. He leaned back in his chair and wondered if now he would be witness to some of the 'merriment of Mirkwood.'
Legolas suddenly leaned over and whispered something in Laerlend's tiny pointed ear. She turned to look at him, and then at her nurse who was hovering not far away.
"Can I, Li'l Greenleaf?" she whispered back, her eyes hopeful.
Legolas nodded, and then grimaced yet again. Such a breech of etiquette would not please Ada, but something had to be done. Sellond gazed over at them suspiciously as Laerlend slid from the tasseled pillow covered with rose colored silk embroidered with violets and forget-me- knots, which perched atop a heavy leather-bound tome that sat on her chair's seat. The child toddled up the table, curtseying as she went, all conversation dying away as the assembled group turned to watch her. With the exception of Sellond, Laerlend was the only female present, and at that utterly cute age when no one, male or female, youngling or ancient could resist her innocent charms. She enjoyed the attention immeasurably, and her hazel eyes sparkled. Even the servers had halted in their tracks, as Legolas had hoped they would, amusement written on their faces. Celebross and Aralith exchanged uneasy glances from across the table. What was going on now?
Laerlend came to stand by her Ada's tall beautifully carved chair, her eyes barely able to peer over its arm. Behind her father she looked at the elegant leaves of beech, oak, and maple, ivy and flowers twining in and out in intricate knot-work carved into the chair's towering back.
"Ada?" she chirped, one finger tracing a flower she particularly liked on the chair's arm.
Thranduil stared down at her, surprised by her appearance at his side at such a moment. His brows rose eloquently, and the child frowned, her pink lips thrusting out in a pout.
"Ada, don't do that. Li'l Greenleaf said I could sing for you," she said, as she turned to stare down the table in mild accusation at her brother. Legolas gulped and smiled weakly as everyone turned to look at him. Laerlend looked back at Thranduil, who was still frowning, his eyebrows now aloft as he gazed at her brother. She knew all about her Ada's eyebrows, and it annoyed her that he was displeased with her. "Li'l Greenleaf said I could sing a song for you, Ada. Don't do the 'wigglies' please."
Thranduil felt his cheeks become a tad too warm at the mention of the 'wigglies.' He recalled that it was 'Li'l Greenleaf' that had come up with that word. Mirkwood's King was well known for the quirking of his expressive eyebrows that could make the bravest of hearts quake with fear and trembling. Immediate obedience and awe were the usual reactions; therefore, to have his signature look termed the 'wigglies' was rather irritating, and somewhat embarrassing when it was mentioned in front of his guests. To make matters worse, he heard a snort of amusement from where Tanglinna sat. The Master Archer was one of the few people inhabiting Ennor that was not affected in the least by the 'wigglies.' Thranduil drew a deep breath and chose to ignore it, and gazed down at Laerlend.
"You know that we do not get up during dinner, nin tithen iell (my little daughter)," he said in as stern a voice as he could muster with her. "It is bad manners to leave the table when the meal is being served."
Laerlend scowled fiercely, and glared down the table at Legolas.
"Li'l Greenleaf said I could!" she insisted, turning the full force of her childish anger on her brother, her hands balled on her tiny hips, lip outthrust, eyes flashing, her own brows doing an imitation of her Ada's 'wigglies.'
Legolas cowered beneath the glare and swallowed, but he was saved any explanation for his untoward behavior as Nodfang laughed loudly in typical Dwarven fashion.
"Let her sing, I beg you, King Thranduil," he said, smiling out from his bushy, black braided beard. "I think we would all enjoy it. A song before, after, or during a meal is always welcome, especially by one so beautiful and sweet." He winked at the little Elf girl, who turned to gaze at him and curtsied gracefully, then grinned at him. "And please, King Thranduil," he continued, "don't do the ''wigglies'."
More murmurs of agreement and mild laughter flew about the table, and Thranduil knew that he must give Laerlend what she - or Legolas - had wanted. He nodded his assent, ignoring the remark about the 'wigglies,' and Sellond hurried forward, her eyes filled with utter relief. She swept the child into her arms, and stood her atop a chair that one of the servers had brought forward. Laerlend stared unabashedly at her audience while she listened to the whispered suggestions of her nurse as to what song she might sing. While Laerlend shook her head vehemently at several 'appropriate' songs, Thranduil turned to shoot a look at Legolas. Then he made eye contact with his Master Archer, whose face belied the fact that he was enjoying himself entirely too much, and jerked his head swiftly toward his youngest son. Something was going on, and it would be up to Tanglinna to unravel it. The King was about to turn and look at his daughter once more when he caught sight of movement in the doorway. His heart sank when he saw Brethil and Tavor hovering there, their young faces filled with worry. They both jumped when they realized their King's gaze was upon them, and they disappeared around the corner.
~Oh, no, ~ Thranduil thought, suppressing a sigh. ~What is going on now?! Why tonight? ~
Legolas watched as Tanglinna gazed down the table at him, the grey eyes filled with what could only be termed unholy anticipation and determination. They were caught, and there would be no wriggling out of it this time. If only they wouldn't serve the wine, he would tell them everything he knew! Or let Brethil do it, which would take most of the evening, and by the time Brethil was finished he would have thought of some way to get out of all of this. Just don't let them serve that wine!
Laerlend had made up her mind about what to sing, though Sellond looked uncertain and had protested the choice. The girl's high, childish voice filled the air. It was an unusual song for one so young, but the child had been captured by the rather melancholy words and melody she had overheard some older girls singing one day as she walked with Sellond in the garden, smelling the newly sprung roses, and picking dandelions. Laerlend had a romantic soul already, and was enchanted by music and singing. This song, called "The Lay of Gondolin," had caught her fancy and she had begged Sellond unceasingly to teach it to her. Thranduil looked to his daughter's nurse, whose young face flushed as the King raised one questioning brow. She looked so helpless and apologetic that he smiled slightly, his head nodding to indicate that it was a fine song to sing. He felt a moment of pity for whomever Laerlend would one day be joined with. She was headstrong and as stubborn as he was, and certainly knew her own mind. Very few could stand against her, little though she was.
~Well, ~ he thought, wishing she would sing a good Sindarin or Silvan song instead, ~ I won't stand against her for now. Let her sing her little song. ~ He looked to Legolas who was furtively glancing from Tanglinna, to the doorway, to the servers, and back. ~ I wonder what sort of 'song' that one will be singing before the night is over. ~
As Laerlend sang about the doomed Hidden City, Legolas was frantically trying to figure out how to keep the wine from being drunk. How could this have happened? He looked to his father, gnawing worriedly on his lower lip. Thranduil was listening to his daughter sing, a proud, paternal smile lighting his face for she had a fair voice. Tanglinna was watching Laerlend as well, but Legolas knew that he was merely waiting for the right moment to pounce.
~ What am I going to do? ~he thought frantically, noting that Randor was looking at him once again. He smiled at the Daleman, and then looked down at the table. ~I wish I were the one to face the Balrog, ~ he thought glumly, as Laerlend sang about Glorfindel the Golden and the Balrog in the Cleft of Eagles. ~Better a Balrog than Ada. . . Or Tanglinna. ~
At that moment there was a shriek from the hallway, and Thranduil stood, pushing back his chair, his worries about Legolas and his friends forgotten momentarily. Chair legs scraped across the floor as everyone rose and gazed at the doorway. Brethil and Tavor had started at the sudden sound, and were gazing down the hall. Tavor gasped and hit Brethil on the arm with his free hand.
"You forgot, didn't you?!" he yelped in accusation. "You forgot!"
All eyes turned to the two young Elves, and Randor knew that the 'merriment of Mirkwood' was about to start. He grinned at Nodfang, who was smiling as he had come to the same conclusion.
Brethil blinked and looked down at the water bottle in his hand.
"Oh, that! Well, yes. I actually had forgotten. In the excitement and all it must have slipped my mind. Doesn't he look so adorable! I told you he would look nice in that leash."
Thranduil's brows lowered, and he gazed over at his son who was staring aghast at the doorway. A second later, Tavor and Brethil backed into the room, their faces filled with uncertainty, Tavor nearly as white as the tablecloth. Brethil looked to Legolas and shrugged apologetically.
"I do hope he doesn't bite anyone," he said quietly, but not quietly enough. He noted that all eyes had turned to him, and he yanked on his braid. "He really is a good little thing," he began as way of explanation. "He just has this very bad habit of biting anything that gets too close to his mouth. So if no one gets too close you should be fine. He is really rather small yet, so there isn't too much danger of his poisoning you. He must have bitten Legolas at least a hundred times, and he is fine. Though he did bite Tavor on the face. That was really rude of him, since Tavor is rather fond of the way his face looks, even though his nose is slightly crooked from when Legolas hit him in the face with his bow. That was an accident, of course. Legolas would never hit Tavor on purpose, though I suppose there are times when we all want to hit Tavor. He can be rather annoying, you know. Well, Tavor, you really are. Do you remember the time- "
Several voices spoke rather loudly at this point.
"Shut up, Brethil!"
"What?" he said with an impatient sigh. "I was merely saying that-"
Sudden the sound of something dragging across the stone floor was heard, punctuated by a hissing, squeaking voice. A moment later Bastryn skittered into the room, trailing the golden leash behind him, red eyes glaring.
Author's Notes
Hmm. . .well, I didn't get around to choosing the gifts. :) Next chapter. This one was getting rather long, so I just halted it there. Wait. They did choose a wine. Okay, so they picked one gift. Next chapter I promise all the gifts will be well on their way to Rivendell.
"The Lay of Gondolin" can be found in "The Lays of Beleriand," and the history of Gondolin in "The Book of Lost Tales 2." As a romantic person myself, I have fallen in love with that particular tale, and with Golden Glorfindel. ;) My, my, won't Laerlend be in for a surprise in years to come!
Bastryn's beautiful leash is courtesy of bryn!
Thank you to al, my beta.I am glad that you find some of my mistakes so amusing - Fuzzy Navel or not!
Legolas, dear! It is al's job to correct the mistakes I make BEFORE I put it up. She is not to wait and see if anyone else will catch the silly ones just because they are so amusing!! Even al thinks you are a 'Little Devil.'
Response to Reviewers
Laicalasse - Your guesses are as good as mine. Next chapter the gifts really will be sent!
None - Hope this wait wasn't too long! :) As to the question about your becoming an "evil person", the answer is no. If that were true then I would be an evil person and I am not an evil person. I just like to get the Tricksy Trio into trouble. That is not evil. . . just fun! G Hmm. . . Well, next chapter is the Choice! I hope! ;)
shirebound - Yikes! Thank you! I enjoyed the last chapter, but I was also worried about it, so your wonderful compliment really made my day! Another vignette like "Hollin?" Well, I will think about it, but I think I will have to finish something up first. I do not know how you can juggle so many storylines at one time! I am feeling guilty for neglecting a couple of stories that I SHOULD be writing even now! :( I will really get to them soon!
The Phantom - The plot is definitely gelatinizing. LOL I like that one myself. :) Galion was back, and he will be in it again. I have not written an Elrond story, though after reading and weeping over yours I may have to! If I do it will be because of you! :) I am glad you liked the chapter title "The Spider Who Would Be King." I liked that one myself! ;)
IRENA - I am glad that you missed me. I was not a happy person when I had NO time to write! I wasn't certain that Legolas thinking Tanglinna was a Vala would be funny, so I am very glad that it was fun! Much trepidation over that one!
Nightstalker - The thought process of children is amazing and quite amusing at times. We grownups are quite mean at times when we do things to foster some unusual thoughts in our children. EG - When I told my two children that Mommy's One Ring was the real one, and that I heard the Nazgul outside our house at night. Of course they both claimed (quite sincerely) that they too had heard something outside in the night, and were the Nazgul going to get in the house. Wicked of me, but quite amazing really since they were 10 and 8 at the time! But very, very fun! evil g We will indeed be going to Rivendell, and of course we will also see Thranduil's reaction to the presents and the aftermath! evil g Should be. . . fun!
Storm Elf - Thank you so much for that really nice review! :) Here is the next chapter, and I guess I had better get started on the next one now!
Curumargul - I love it when people laugh! That really makes my day! I am glad that you are enjoying the Tricksy Trios adventures in growing up. I hope to have more of their stories in the future! :)
PuterPatty - Tavor is quite annoying, even I think so! I see you noticed the Elves dying of fright in Ithilien's story too. It wasn't a nod, but it can be since hers was up first. I had written the first half of the last chapter quite a long time ago, but was not at all certain that I would use it as the real chapter (do you ever wonder if where you are going is the right way to go??) so it just sat there for the longest time in my computer. Naturally when I read Ithilien's chapter I jumped! Oh, well. People are beating me to things all the time! What can I say? I am very slow! Ithilien deserves nods! She is great! G I am glad that you felt some sorrow over the mention of Tanglinna surviving so many battles and Dagorlad. I groaned when I typed that and had a long discussion with myself (yes, I do talk to myself) about killing off characters. Legolas gets off fairly easy with just Thranduil and Tanglinna about. Oropher would SCARE me! Thank you for catching my counting mistake! I caught it that night and could have kicked myself. Even al didn't see it!! I guess that was the right way to go with that last chapter! I am glad you enjoyed it!
Hypy - Glad you liked Mesgwauruan! He was quite a fun monster to work with!
gershwin - Giggle fits are good. I am prone to them myself! Elu's Vandal Root tea only helps if it is a minor giggle fit, if it is a major one nothing helps! G I think you are correct. Tanglinna challenging the little tree leaper to find an equally amusing prank was not the wisest thing to do! We shall see what comes of it!
JastaElf - =^_^= Like the cat face? Someone made one somewhere and I thought of your kitten (now big cat I am sure) Thranduil! I am so glad that some of you found Thranduil's "Wall of Words" funny. Relief! G Turn about is fair play and so much fun, that I couldn't resist letting Tanglinna and Thranduil be the ones on the other side of the prank for a change. I am just wondering if a bout of one-up-manship is on the way.
Angaloth - Nothing makes me feel so good as hearing that someone likes my Original Characters! They are all near and dear to my heart, and when someone enjoys reading about them that just makes my day! Thank you so much for telling me! :)
Lakergurl13 - In my Tolkien Universe Legolas has had a VERY interesting childhood. And yes. . .I did kill Tanglinna. He is not a Vala after all. :( So. . .why did you have to remind me of that?? *goes and sobs her eyes out for the next hour or so* So Charlie doesn't like plastic roaches?? Hee hee!
Princess ArWen of sMirkwood - A bottle of Morn Nen filled with a Mud Monster??!! LOL That is too funny! I wonder how Elrond would react to a Mud Monster!
Elf Wench - I hope this was soon enough. I felt rather sorry for the "poor little Elflings" myself after that last chapter. But. . .well, they are in for more fun or trouble depending on how you see it.
Seaweed - First I loved your long, rambling review! Malt beer and all! I hope you have recovered from your bout with vbgbdgd. Interesting initials, most unpronounceable! GThranduil's "Wall of Words" confused you?? Well, it is simple really. It all has to do with that malady Brethilitis. He and Tanglinna would not be able to escape from the Tricksy Trio if Brethil, Tavor, and Legolas all got it and started talking. Hence the "Wall of Words." I am glad that Gimli (knew Gimli would be in here somewhere;)) liked Mesg. Has he ever seen one? Sounds like he might try to take a bite out of him if he ever did! LOL I am glad that Gimli will admit that he and Legolas have some things in common. Tell that dear Dwarf I said Hi! and what was this about "do not disturb the water?" Very funny! Tell him that was a GOOD ONE! A hangover cure for malt beer?? I am sorry I do not have one. I will ask Elu what he thinks! G
eriks-lil-rocker - Sorry that the last chapter took so long to come about! I was LOL thinking about what would happen if Tanglinna, Esteban, Lord Elrond, and King Thranduil would come up with for the Trio and the twins. Valar! No one would survive!
addicted - Squirrels can't be gay?? Okay. . .LOL How in the world did you ever find that out??
Starfleet Hobbit - First off - I love the name!! G WooHoo! (c. Celeborn) Thank you so much for that nice review! :)
Daphne - So you think they should put the 'Waters of Forgetfulness' into Elrond's wine?? :) Glad you like the stories title!
The Sadistic Cow - It is amazing how fear can spread like that! I have seen it happen myself! What wild imaginations these kids have! What wonderful imaginations they will have as adults! I know that it never quite goes away!
Skye - You are making me blush! :) I enjoy the Tricksy Trio's babbling too. They are so much fun to work with! So eight legs is too many?? Sounds like something my husband has said. Ah! So your Aralithus isn't quite so severe anymore?? Wonderful! But 'blame?' I think that is a Wonderful Development! :)
Karina - So My Most Excellent Friend! You were a terrified and paranoid child too?? I know I was. I could scare myself silly at times! :) I can attribute that to my overactive imagination, which is still going strong! G It will indeed be quite fun to see what will be said after the gifts are sent. They are not exactly going to be what anyone had in mind. . . except for my reviewers and readers who know me only TOO WELL! G I am glad that Poor Tavor was accepted into your Mental Health Clinic. I suspect that there will be a few more applicants before this tale is done! The Goblins might freak him a bit, but as long as there are no spiders or any talk of the Halls of Mandos he should be fine! I am glad to hear that Leslie will be having his adventure soon. I have missed him! Talk about Green-Eyed Monsters! I am soooo jealous of you! How was the TTT exhibit in Toronto?!?! SO JEALOUS!!!!
ember - We shall see very soon (I really promise) how the Morn Nen water gets where it is going. LOL Poor Elrond! ;)
Laura - *TreeHugger moves out of the chair to let Brethil sit at the computer. She threatens to yank his hair if he gets too long winded though!* Mae Govannen, Laura! You would not believe how happy it made me that you wanted to talk some more with me! Usually people want to talk to or about Legolas. I know he is very, very popular, and he should be. He is such a nice Elf, though he doesn't always listen to me when I have something to say. Well, he does tell me to "Shut up" quite a bit too, but other than that he is a really good friend. TreeHugger says that she promises to write more stories with me in them. Isn't that nice of her? She is a nice person too. Well, sometimes she is not so very nice. If she were then she would not have done what she did in that story that I won't mention right now, since I know it upsets her to talk about it, and I do not like her to get too upset. Did I read that right? Your father is smelly? That is too bad. We Elves never smell bad. Well, not usually. Though I guess we did after being chased by that Mud Monster. I know that it was really just Master Tanglinna and King Thranduil playing a trick, but I still think that Mesgwauruan is out there. I am certain that I did see it! It was huge! And talk about smelly. Why it - *TreeHugger yanks Brethil's fair hair and shakes her head* Oh, well. Yes, I see that this was getting long. I had better let Tree finish typing the other responses. I will try to get her to hurry and finish this story so she can start another one. So you want to know how Tavor, Legolas, and I became friends? Well, let me tell you! It all started - *TreeHugger yanks his hair again and tells Brethil to "MOVE IT!"* Hi, Laura, this is Tree. I am glad that you like Brethil so much. I wish I could update everyday, but I can't. Sorry. I am glad you like this story! Thank you!
ccg - I think galloping imaginations plague us all. That is probably why it is so fun to write or read about it happening to someone else. So. . .if a spider had only say 4 legs it would be okay and you would like them?? LOL I doubt it, though the legs seem to be the main reason for a lot of people. Next chapter will be the choosing of the gift. . .though Tavor and Brethil have picked a bottle of wine already.
annakas - You know what? I honestly do not know where they get these ideas sometimes. The birthday is fast approaching! :)
the evil witch queen - "Please send the spider, not that I've got ideas to wreak havoc or anything." Ahem. Well, :) Don't you think that dear sweet little Bastryn would just be a nice little spider if he went all the way to Rivendell? *glances at the little bugger who hisses and says "Wicked Tree!"* Erm, well, we shall see!
Anonymous - Uh oh! My secret is out! Yes, I fear that I modeled Brethil after myself. Right from the first appearance in my writing back in "Whisper of Things to Come" and the game of Tag with Legolas. That was a real game between a friend and myself and yes, he was the faster, smarter one, and I was, well, Brethil. I do on occasion have bouts with Brethilitis. . . hmm. . .usually only when I do some of my own reviewing or my responses. Unfortunately his "denseness" comes from me too. So you were teasing me about my slowness in posting that last chapter. I see. It didn't take that long. Well. . . yes, it did actually. :) I sincerely hope it won't take that long again! But NO promises! So you are not entirely sane? Well, who is? I certainly am not, at least I do not consider myself sane. . .or something like that. You were not very far off when you though Mesgwauruan sounded like Thranduil! You are just too smart for me! You know me only too well! Tanglinna and Thranduil enjoyed it immensely even if it didn't go exactly as they had it planned! Brethil is irritating?? Well, I think he gets that from me too, so that is really not his fault! Just ask my husband. I know he finds my cheerfulness and silliness irritating. :) Do not worry about Tavor. He is checked into Karina's Mental Health Clinic even now. He will be just fine I am sure! LOL Diplomatic relations?? Valar! It is a good think that Elrond won't remember it! evil grin I am glad that Spirit of Anonymous did review even if it did confuse me! I wasn't confused for very long, since you were so nice to explain it to me in the last review. You are just too kind! :) Great Valar! Ignore me! The part of me that is Brethil just took over again! So sorry!
Nadra - Sorry, no pink rosettes, and no running around with flowers in his hair. Not this time anyway! :) You can NEVER have Glorfindel! Not ever ever ever!! And he is NOT dead dead dead! Read "The Peoples of Middle Earth" in the section "Last Writings" the Glorfindel section. He is ALIVE I tell you! ALIVE! Besides he wouldn't be pushing up daisies, it would be yellow flowers! So you have Tauron the Hunter in Angband as well. Poor guy! I guess he and Melko will be having it out in there! But - - -NEVER GLORFINDEL!
Ithilien - Well, I am glad you did not mind the month or more wait on that last chapter, but the guilt was killing me. . .that and RL! It appears that the chapters are going to be longer. That surprised even me. You felt sorry for the poor little Trio, yet you are doing such horrifying things in your own story! How is that possible!?!? :) Well, gosh! You sounded surprised that Tanglinna can be nice! There is more to him than you realize as yet. I was LOL about young Thranduil giving Oropher sleepless nights! Hmm. . . I did say I would write the Missing Three Days, didn't I?? G I love our "urban legends" and "folklore" myself. Who knows where Mesgwauruan might pop up. . .or squelch up? My computer doesn't mind the name now since I added it to my ever-expanding spell check. I mind it because it is not easy to type!
Anya - Ring of Sarcasm - What? You don't want a tarantula? That is really too bad. I think they would be a lot of fun. Except of course if it escaped its cage, then I might have some trepidation myself. Imagine the spider crawling into your bed while you slept and sitting on your chest waiting for you to wake up. G SO that last chapter was rrrrrrrreeeeeeeaaaaaaalllllllyyyyyyyyyyy lllllllllloooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggg?? This one was too! You should read the Silmarillion. It is a great book! And the bit about Tauron is right near the beginning.
Nancing Elf - Guilty minds certainly make life more interesting. We may twist and turn to try and wriggle out of what we have done, but it usually catches us in the end. Poor little things had it coming, didn't they? It was time for Ada and Tanglinna to be on the giving end of tricks. You may hug them all you want, nin mellon! They will need it! Um, about Bastryn's mother. . .well, shall we just say that he is nicer than she is. As it is you raising Gwibess Jr. I do wonder just what her intentions are toward him. Are they anything at all like your intentions for Legolas?? G;)
Brethil crouched in front of Bastryn's cage, which he had decorated with twining vines of ivy and clematis. The young Elf was feeling very sorry for the 'poor little spider' as he called him. As yet they had not ventured back into the forest to leave him, for even though they knew that there was no Mud Monster lurking there waiting for them, they were still wary of traveling alone. When the spider awakened from his Morn Nen induced sleep they would feed him, and then Legolas would sprinkle more water on him. Brethil looked at the small spinner and sighed.
"We can't keep him locked up forever," he said quietly. "Poor little sleeping spider."
Legolas and Tavor were lying on their stomachs atop the Rhun carpet, long slim legs stretched out behind them. They were studying a piece of paper covered with careful handwriting. It was the list of things that they could send to Lord Elrond for his birthday. Many of the items on the list had been crossed out for varied reasons: the Dorwinion wine, various jewels in Thranduil's Gem Room, one of the King's horses, the very rug they lay on, the bolts of silver cloth from the Dwarves of Moria.
Tavor pointed at one item on the list.
"What about that?"
Legolas stared at it, and shrugged.
"A barrel of pipeweed from Bree," he read. "I don't know, Tavor. Do you think he would like that? I have yet to see an Elf smoke any of it. I think that Adar keeps it for when Mithrandir visits."
"Oh," Tavor said, dipping the feather quill into the small bottle of ink and neatly drawing an x over 'barrel of pipeweed from Bree', and sighing. "We are out of time, Legolas," he continued, twirling the quill in his slender fingers. "The gift will need to be sent in the next few days or it will arrive late. I don't think your father would like that. I don't think Lord Elrond would either for that matter."
Legolas scowled and rolled onto his back, hands laced behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling.
"I know," he said at last with a sigh. "I never realized how hard it would be to choose something suitable. I should never have volunteered."
"Are you certain that there is no wine in your father's cellars that would be suitable? He has more bottles of wine than anyone else, I would guess."
"I don't know. Perhaps." The young prince turned his head to watch Brethil gently stroking Bastryn's soft fur through the bars, singing softly. "We have to get rid of him," he said quietly to his friend.
Brethil turned to look at him, and nodded.
" I wish we didn't have to. We have had him so long he must think we are his mothers. What is he going to do when we put him back? He won't know how to live. Poor baby Bastryn." He stroked the silvered fur, his brows furrowed with concern.
Tavor gaped at him in amazement, suppressing a shudder.
"Brethil! He is a spider! He will be perfectly fine in the woods where he belongs."
"Tavor, what if someone shoots him? Is that what you want to happen? I can't believe you are so cruel! Lend Laes (Sweet Baby) Bastryn, I won't let anything happen to you."
Legolas turned to look at Tavor, who shrugged and turned back to the list.
"Where did you hide the rest of the Morn Nen water?" the prince asked, looking at the full bottle of water in the corner.
"I told Brethil to put them somewhere safe," Tavor said, chewing thoughtfully on the end of the feather. "Where did you put them, Naneth lhing (Mother spider)?"
"Some place no one will ever find them. Don't worry. His fur is very soft, and such a beautiful color," Brethil murmured, turning back to caresses the spider again, a gentle expression on his fair face.
"Let's go to the wine cellars one more time," Legolas said, rising and stretching. "I overheard Galion and Calphcyll saying something about Lebennin wine. Perhaps I can send that."
"Isn't the Lebennin wine merchant coming to visit your father today?" Tavor said, as he replaced the cap on the inkbottle and stood. "Maybe he has something you can send."
"I certainly hope so. Yes, he is coming, as are some Men from Dale and . . . " he raised his eyebrows in mock surprise, "some Dwarves! I am never going to volunteer for this duty again! Come on, Brethil. Maybe you can find something in one of the cellars for Bastryn."
"He would like a present, I think," Brethil said with a smile as he rose and moved to the formal entrance. "Maybe something bright and sparkly will cheer him up."
"Bright and sparkly?" Tavor whispered to Legolas as Brethil dropped to the branches below their tree house. "For a spider? Who ever heard of something so silly! Bright and sparkly indeed. He IS a Naneth lhing!"
Legolas merely grinned as Tavor followed after Brethil. He turned to gaze at Bastryn who looked so harmless, and well, cute.
"What are we going to do with you, Lend Laes Bastryn?" he said quietly. "I am certain that I do not know. I don't want you to get shot either." He shook his head, and moved quickly across the room to reach between the bars to stroke the soft furry back. "I will come up with something. I always do." A small snore of contentment drifted from between the pincers on the tiny mouth, and Legolas thought he heard the hushed words "wicked Greenie". It was those same pincers that had clamped onto his fingers many times, but the prince had forgotten those small pains. "I will come up with something," he promised, and then he turned and slid out the formal entrance and to the ground.
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Galion was staring at the bottles of wine on the table before him. Thranduil would be entertaining the wine merchant from Lebennin this evening, among others, and the man would want to sample the wine that he had sent them not long before. The butler shook his dark head, his grey eyes filled with annoyance. He should have dumped it all in the stream, then he wouldn't have to serve it to the King and his guests.
"Ah, well," he said with a sigh. "Perhaps he will see that this vintage is not worth the bottles he has put it in." He shook his head, picking up the clear green glass bottle filled with a dark red wine. The fancy label was nearly as ornate as that of the Dorwinion. "Perhaps it will all be for the best. I could always water it down. Maybe that would help." He moved to the cupboard, opened it, and began to remove delicate wineglasses etched with twining vines and flowers. He carried them to the table and went to fetch the matching decanters of heavy crystal. The water ewer on the back table was empty. Galion sighed.
"Calphcyll," he called to his assistant, who was busy in the next room finding the proper napkins for the occasion. "Send someone to fetch some water!"
Galion's second nodded, and sent one of the youths that was learning to serve at the king's table on the errand. A few minutes later the young Elf returned carrying a bottle of water. Galion thanked him, and set the decanters on the table, filling them partially with the wine, and partially with the water.
"Well, that is all I can do," he said philosophically, as he placed the crystal stoppers in the tops. He carefully wrapped some freshly cut ivy around the decanters, placing them on the tray with the glasses. "Is everything ready, Calphcyll?" he called, moving into the next room to inspect the food. "I don't want anything going wrong tonight, nor does the king I am sure. Make certain that the Lebennin vintner gets a taste of his own stuff so he knows how bad it is, but no one else. We don't want to hurt our relationship with the Men of Dale now, do we? "
"Or those Dwarves!" Calphcyll said with a grin as he laid the snowy napkins embroidered with grapevines on a painted tray with the silverware. "Don't worry, Galion. Everything has been seen to. What could possibly go wrong?"
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"Oh, look what I have found!" Brethil called excitedly. He turned and held up a sparkling collar attached to a golden leash. "What do you suppose that was used for?"
Legolas stared at it and shook his head.
"I have no idea, Brethil. Where did you find it?"
"In this box. It is very pretty. Do you think Bastryn would like it?" He held it up to the torch light, watching the gems flash and sparkle. "I think he would. Do you think your father will miss it? After all, it is stuck in this dusty storeroom. I am sure he has forgotten it."
Legolas grinned and nodded. Bastryn might look quite nice with the jewels sparkling on his neck. The golden leash would certainly look very nice against his black fur.
"Go ahead and give it to Bastryn. Though I do not know what he will do with it."
"He'll just spit webs on it. That is my guess. Perhaps you can take him for a walk, Brethil," Tavor said snidely. "Won't you look very nice walking your pet spider? If he will stop biting you long enough for you to walk him."
"Do you think so? I think it might be fun to try and get him to go for a walk on it," Brethil smiled, tucking it into his tunic, feeling quite satisfied with his find. "Have you found anything to send to Lord Elrond yet?"
"No," Legolas sighed, running a hand over his hair, which was covered with dust and cobwebs spun by the tiny spinners that lived in these storerooms. "I guess I will send some of the wine. I wonder what Adar won't miss too much?"
"Not the Dorwinion," Tavor stated in a voice as close to the King's as he could manage, his arms folded over his chest, an imperious look on his face, one brow raised. "Never the Dorwinion." He then ruined the effect by bursting into laughter.
"Come on," Legolas said with a grin. "Let's go and see what we can find. It is time to send something to Lord Elrond. I am just sorry that I haven't been able to come up with anything interesting and creative. Oh well. There is always next year."
Tavor frowned as he followed Brethil and Legolas from the storeroom.
"I though you weren't going to volunteer to do this next year," he said.
"I won't. It is too hard to think of anything. It is no wonder Adar doesn't like to do it. I wonder if those Dwarves have arrived yet," he said with another grin. "Let's get our wine, and go see."
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As the Tricksy Trio was entering the wine cellar, Galion was coming down the hall toward them, muttering to himself. His eyes brightened when he saw his prince and his friends.
"Ah, there you are, nin caun (my prince)," he said with a smile. "Everyone has been looking for you. My goodness, what have you been doing? You are rather dusty and dirty. You had better hurry along and bathe quickly. Your father's guests are arriving even now, and they will all be expecting to see you soon."
"What?" Legolas stared at him in dismay. "What do you mean they will be expecting me?"
"Don't worry, dear child," the butler continued, patting the Elfling's fair head, then grimacing slightly at the cobwebs that clung to his long fingers. "Your clothing has been laid out for you. Now run along. Do hurry or you will be late, and your father does not want anything to go amiss this night. Off with you before Tanglinna tracks you down."
Legolas gaped at Galion as he disappeared down the corridor.
"I thought Adar said I didn't have to attend this dinner," he moaned, his shoulders slumping. "Oh, I hate dressing up!"
Tavor sighed and patted him on the shoulder.
"We will find the wine. What sort of bottle is it in?"
Legolas grimaced, still thinking about the clothing he would be forced to wear this night.
"It was fancy. I don't remember. Just find it," he sighed, kicking at the stone floor beneath his feet. "I will try to slip away from the dinner early to make certain that it is the right one." He turned slowly, and moved up the corridor to turn toward the family's rooms. He sighed heavily and squared his shoulders, moving down the hallway. They could hear him muttering quietly to himself about the "fancy, itchy clothes."
"Well, we had better start looking," Tavor sighed, though he grinned knowing how little Legolas would enjoy this evening.
"I bet King Thranduil has hundreds of bottles of wine," Brethil said quietly as he followed Tavor down the hallway. He reached inside his tunic and fingered the leash. "I know Bastryn will like this. Maybe he should dress in Legolas' fancy, itchy clothes. Wouldn't that be funny?"
Tavor stared back at him in amazement, and then he draped one arm over Brethil's shoulders.
"Yes, Brethil. I think that would be funny. Though right now he is too small to fit into even Laerlend's clothes, let alone Legolas'. Hmmmm. That reminds me. You had better douse him with water again tonight."
"Why don't you do it?"
Tavor sneered, knowing that it would cover his trepidation that always seemed to rise when that spider was mentioned. He truly hadn't been like this before Bastryn, had he? Of course he had not, he told himself.
"Come on. We have to find that wine."
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Randor, a merchant from Dale, couldn't stop the smile of delight and wonder that spread across his face as the four children of King Thranduil were ushered in. The King's eldest child Celebross was dressed much like his father in a flowing, sleeveless, dark green robe of rich velvet, belted with silver and pale gems. Beneath it he wore a black silken tunic that fell to his ankles, embroidered at the hem with gold beech and silver oak leaves. A stunning circlet of silver twined about his brow, accentuating his argent hair. The grey eyes were polite and attentive as he greeted their guests.
~His name is fitting, ~ Randor thought as he bowed slightly to the King and his family as they passed. ~Silver Rain, I could not have chosen one better. ~
The Man had many dealings with the Elves of Mirkwood for several years now, as had his father and grandfather before him, and he always enjoyed his visits to Gladaran Thamas. He tipped his head to Prince Aralith, who was dressed in a paler green over a dark grey tunic which fell to his knees, silver vines stitched on the hem, and with his long blonde locks free of any ornamentation. This one, Randor thought with bemusement, held more of his father's temperament. The merchant had learned early that this one was not one to tease, especially about his rather amusing fear of spiders. The prince did not appreciate any mention of this at all, and those grey eyes would flash with anger as sudden as a lightning strike.
The youngest prince was dressed in pale green and grey like Prince Aralith, and looked highly uncomfortable in his dressy robe. His hair, usually confined in a child's braid, was loose and spilled down his back. It was still damp, attesting to the fact that it had been washed recently. As Randor watched, the Elfling tugged at the neck of his robe, running his slender fingers beneath the stiff, scratchy, jeweled collar. This brought a reproving look from his father, which caused the offending hand to drop once more to the young one's side.
Toddling adorably by her big brother was the little Princess Laerlend. The small child's long pale hair cascaded down her back in loose curls, some of which were caught up in a pale green ribbon that matched her dress, which was embroidered with purple and gold flowers. One thumb was lodged securely between her rosebud lips as her large hazel eyes stared solemnly at the many people in the room. Her nurse Sellond hovered nearby, watching the tiny girl like a hawk. The King's closest advisors and friends were following after the children, Tanglinna's s eyes on the youngest prince filled with mirth and amusement. The Master Archer had seen that young one shoot an uncertain glance in his direction, and knew the child was remembering what had happened earlier that day.
The children were introduced to each guest and Randor watched with amusement as Laerlend curtsied gracefully to each and every one after 'Ada' pried loose her wet, pink thumb. It was rather funny to see Prince Legolas standing eye to eye with the Dwarves that had accompanied him from the Dale. He could see the twinkle in Nodfang's eyes as the young prince inclined his head, hand pressed to his heart, a slightly superior look on his fair face. A rash-like irritation encircled the youth's slim neck. It seemed his beautiful clothing was indeed bothering the delicate skin, and Randor could see Legolas' fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach up and yank at his offending collar once more.
Randor watched as they filed past him, each inclining their head to the guests and speaking quiet, appropriate words, but for tiny Laerlend who curtsied daintily. A sad smile flitted over the man's face. It had been but five years since the Queen had died, leaving behind a grieving husband and devastated children. The sorrow still haunted King Thranduil's eyes, and would for quite some time. Randor thought of his own wife at home now with their four children, and the newest babe only a few weeks old. What would he do without her? He watched as the King and his family took their places at the long table, the far end where Brenillass usually sat left vacant. He saw young Legolas glance at it, then bow his head and shut his eyes.
~Poor children, ~ the Daleman thought as he was escorted to his own place.
When they were all seated around the long table, covered with a spill of snowy cloth, the Dale merchant found that he was seated beside Prince Legolas and his irritated neck. Every so often the young Elf would reach up and fiercely yank on the collar of his garment, the green and white jewels flashing as the prince grimaced. Always King Thranduil's gaze would slide in the child's direction, and without interrupting his conversation his brows would shoot up, and the youth's hand would fall back to his lap.
King Thranduil always served his guests the best of all he had. Except for the Dorwinion wine that was rumored to be in his cellar. Randor knew all about this favored vintage, he owned a few as well. He wondered what wine would be served this night. A light, pale vintage had been poured for the first course of a flavorful soup sprinkled with fresh herbs, and freshly baked grain breads. It had been pleasant and agreeable.
Servers entered the room carrying the main course of roasted venison and various game birds on laden trays when the man saw Prince Legolas frown. The child's dark brows knit, and he mouthed "What?" The Man from Dale raised his wine glass to his lips, taking the last swallow, and then he gazed at the doorway. Two young Elves who looked to be age mates to the young prince were standing there, gesticulating somewhat frantically. Then they disappeared from view, ducking out of sight. Randor looked back at Thranduil's youngest son who was still frowning. The Elfling glanced down the table to where his father was speaking to Menardil from Lebennin. Thranduil's eyes slid to his son, and Legolas shook his head, turning to smile at Laerlend who was admiring her reflection in the silver spoon she held in one small hand.
The Daleman didn't have time to wonder what the two young Elves had wanted when he saw Legolas scowling at the doorway once again. The young prince's gaze was so intent that Randor looked up to see that the two others were back. One was holding up a wine bottle, and the other was holding a bottle of what looked to be water.
The one holding the water bottle pretended to pour it into the wine bottle, and then jabbed his finger across the room where the servers were bringing in the wine. Legolas shook his head to indicate that he did not know what they meant. Then he blinked. His mouth opened in surprise and dismay as he wheeled in his chair to gaze at the servants carrying the decanters toward the table. He then turned back to look at his friends, the blue eyes filled with disbelief and he mouthed 'NO!' Thranduil's eyebrows shot up, but the young prince didn't see them. Randor saw the two young Elves in the doorway nod 'YES!' in a most emphatic manner, and the taller of the two pointed an accusing finger at the other one who shrugged and smiled.
Legolas looked so distressed just then that the Man had to say something.
"Prince Legolas, is aught wrong?"
The young Elf jumped at the sound of his voice, and turned to gaze at him with huge blue eyes. The slender fingers yanked at his collar, and he swallowed.
"Nay," he choked out. "Nothing is wrong. Why do you ask?"
Randor raised his brows and shook his head.
"You look somewhat distressed is all, my prince," he said quietly, looking once more to the doorway.
Legolas scarcely heard him as he turned to watch the servers bearing the wine approach the table. He looked to his father, who moved his eyes slightly to regard his son. Legolas gulped and managed a crooked grin, then turned away. So it was that he did not see the look Thranduil gave to Tanglinna, who gazed down the table at Legolas and nodded.
"Ai Valar!" the youngest prince whispered. What was he to do now? How could he prevent something that would be disastrous?
Randor could see the youngling's mind racing behind those frantic blue eyes. Something was definitely amiss. Menardil the vintner from Lebennin had turned to watch the servers approaching with anticipation. He was nodding at something that King Thranduil was saying, and smiling. The Daleman wondered if the wine were perhaps some of the man's own. If so, why was young Prince Legolas so upset?
He had heard stories of this child's pranks and tricks, but he had never seen one unfold before his own eyes. He leaned back in his chair and wondered if now he would be witness to some of the 'merriment of Mirkwood.'
Legolas suddenly leaned over and whispered something in Laerlend's tiny pointed ear. She turned to look at him, and then at her nurse who was hovering not far away.
"Can I, Li'l Greenleaf?" she whispered back, her eyes hopeful.
Legolas nodded, and then grimaced yet again. Such a breech of etiquette would not please Ada, but something had to be done. Sellond gazed over at them suspiciously as Laerlend slid from the tasseled pillow covered with rose colored silk embroidered with violets and forget-me- knots, which perched atop a heavy leather-bound tome that sat on her chair's seat. The child toddled up the table, curtseying as she went, all conversation dying away as the assembled group turned to watch her. With the exception of Sellond, Laerlend was the only female present, and at that utterly cute age when no one, male or female, youngling or ancient could resist her innocent charms. She enjoyed the attention immeasurably, and her hazel eyes sparkled. Even the servers had halted in their tracks, as Legolas had hoped they would, amusement written on their faces. Celebross and Aralith exchanged uneasy glances from across the table. What was going on now?
Laerlend came to stand by her Ada's tall beautifully carved chair, her eyes barely able to peer over its arm. Behind her father she looked at the elegant leaves of beech, oak, and maple, ivy and flowers twining in and out in intricate knot-work carved into the chair's towering back.
"Ada?" she chirped, one finger tracing a flower she particularly liked on the chair's arm.
Thranduil stared down at her, surprised by her appearance at his side at such a moment. His brows rose eloquently, and the child frowned, her pink lips thrusting out in a pout.
"Ada, don't do that. Li'l Greenleaf said I could sing for you," she said, as she turned to stare down the table in mild accusation at her brother. Legolas gulped and smiled weakly as everyone turned to look at him. Laerlend looked back at Thranduil, who was still frowning, his eyebrows now aloft as he gazed at her brother. She knew all about her Ada's eyebrows, and it annoyed her that he was displeased with her. "Li'l Greenleaf said I could sing a song for you, Ada. Don't do the 'wigglies' please."
Thranduil felt his cheeks become a tad too warm at the mention of the 'wigglies.' He recalled that it was 'Li'l Greenleaf' that had come up with that word. Mirkwood's King was well known for the quirking of his expressive eyebrows that could make the bravest of hearts quake with fear and trembling. Immediate obedience and awe were the usual reactions; therefore, to have his signature look termed the 'wigglies' was rather irritating, and somewhat embarrassing when it was mentioned in front of his guests. To make matters worse, he heard a snort of amusement from where Tanglinna sat. The Master Archer was one of the few people inhabiting Ennor that was not affected in the least by the 'wigglies.' Thranduil drew a deep breath and chose to ignore it, and gazed down at Laerlend.
"You know that we do not get up during dinner, nin tithen iell (my little daughter)," he said in as stern a voice as he could muster with her. "It is bad manners to leave the table when the meal is being served."
Laerlend scowled fiercely, and glared down the table at Legolas.
"Li'l Greenleaf said I could!" she insisted, turning the full force of her childish anger on her brother, her hands balled on her tiny hips, lip outthrust, eyes flashing, her own brows doing an imitation of her Ada's 'wigglies.'
Legolas cowered beneath the glare and swallowed, but he was saved any explanation for his untoward behavior as Nodfang laughed loudly in typical Dwarven fashion.
"Let her sing, I beg you, King Thranduil," he said, smiling out from his bushy, black braided beard. "I think we would all enjoy it. A song before, after, or during a meal is always welcome, especially by one so beautiful and sweet." He winked at the little Elf girl, who turned to gaze at him and curtsied gracefully, then grinned at him. "And please, King Thranduil," he continued, "don't do the ''wigglies'."
More murmurs of agreement and mild laughter flew about the table, and Thranduil knew that he must give Laerlend what she - or Legolas - had wanted. He nodded his assent, ignoring the remark about the 'wigglies,' and Sellond hurried forward, her eyes filled with utter relief. She swept the child into her arms, and stood her atop a chair that one of the servers had brought forward. Laerlend stared unabashedly at her audience while she listened to the whispered suggestions of her nurse as to what song she might sing. While Laerlend shook her head vehemently at several 'appropriate' songs, Thranduil turned to shoot a look at Legolas. Then he made eye contact with his Master Archer, whose face belied the fact that he was enjoying himself entirely too much, and jerked his head swiftly toward his youngest son. Something was going on, and it would be up to Tanglinna to unravel it. The King was about to turn and look at his daughter once more when he caught sight of movement in the doorway. His heart sank when he saw Brethil and Tavor hovering there, their young faces filled with worry. They both jumped when they realized their King's gaze was upon them, and they disappeared around the corner.
~Oh, no, ~ Thranduil thought, suppressing a sigh. ~What is going on now?! Why tonight? ~
Legolas watched as Tanglinna gazed down the table at him, the grey eyes filled with what could only be termed unholy anticipation and determination. They were caught, and there would be no wriggling out of it this time. If only they wouldn't serve the wine, he would tell them everything he knew! Or let Brethil do it, which would take most of the evening, and by the time Brethil was finished he would have thought of some way to get out of all of this. Just don't let them serve that wine!
Laerlend had made up her mind about what to sing, though Sellond looked uncertain and had protested the choice. The girl's high, childish voice filled the air. It was an unusual song for one so young, but the child had been captured by the rather melancholy words and melody she had overheard some older girls singing one day as she walked with Sellond in the garden, smelling the newly sprung roses, and picking dandelions. Laerlend had a romantic soul already, and was enchanted by music and singing. This song, called "The Lay of Gondolin," had caught her fancy and she had begged Sellond unceasingly to teach it to her. Thranduil looked to his daughter's nurse, whose young face flushed as the King raised one questioning brow. She looked so helpless and apologetic that he smiled slightly, his head nodding to indicate that it was a fine song to sing. He felt a moment of pity for whomever Laerlend would one day be joined with. She was headstrong and as stubborn as he was, and certainly knew her own mind. Very few could stand against her, little though she was.
~Well, ~ he thought, wishing she would sing a good Sindarin or Silvan song instead, ~ I won't stand against her for now. Let her sing her little song. ~ He looked to Legolas who was furtively glancing from Tanglinna, to the doorway, to the servers, and back. ~ I wonder what sort of 'song' that one will be singing before the night is over. ~
As Laerlend sang about the doomed Hidden City, Legolas was frantically trying to figure out how to keep the wine from being drunk. How could this have happened? He looked to his father, gnawing worriedly on his lower lip. Thranduil was listening to his daughter sing, a proud, paternal smile lighting his face for she had a fair voice. Tanglinna was watching Laerlend as well, but Legolas knew that he was merely waiting for the right moment to pounce.
~ What am I going to do? ~he thought frantically, noting that Randor was looking at him once again. He smiled at the Daleman, and then looked down at the table. ~I wish I were the one to face the Balrog, ~ he thought glumly, as Laerlend sang about Glorfindel the Golden and the Balrog in the Cleft of Eagles. ~Better a Balrog than Ada. . . Or Tanglinna. ~
At that moment there was a shriek from the hallway, and Thranduil stood, pushing back his chair, his worries about Legolas and his friends forgotten momentarily. Chair legs scraped across the floor as everyone rose and gazed at the doorway. Brethil and Tavor had started at the sudden sound, and were gazing down the hall. Tavor gasped and hit Brethil on the arm with his free hand.
"You forgot, didn't you?!" he yelped in accusation. "You forgot!"
All eyes turned to the two young Elves, and Randor knew that the 'merriment of Mirkwood' was about to start. He grinned at Nodfang, who was smiling as he had come to the same conclusion.
Brethil blinked and looked down at the water bottle in his hand.
"Oh, that! Well, yes. I actually had forgotten. In the excitement and all it must have slipped my mind. Doesn't he look so adorable! I told you he would look nice in that leash."
Thranduil's brows lowered, and he gazed over at his son who was staring aghast at the doorway. A second later, Tavor and Brethil backed into the room, their faces filled with uncertainty, Tavor nearly as white as the tablecloth. Brethil looked to Legolas and shrugged apologetically.
"I do hope he doesn't bite anyone," he said quietly, but not quietly enough. He noted that all eyes had turned to him, and he yanked on his braid. "He really is a good little thing," he began as way of explanation. "He just has this very bad habit of biting anything that gets too close to his mouth. So if no one gets too close you should be fine. He is really rather small yet, so there isn't too much danger of his poisoning you. He must have bitten Legolas at least a hundred times, and he is fine. Though he did bite Tavor on the face. That was really rude of him, since Tavor is rather fond of the way his face looks, even though his nose is slightly crooked from when Legolas hit him in the face with his bow. That was an accident, of course. Legolas would never hit Tavor on purpose, though I suppose there are times when we all want to hit Tavor. He can be rather annoying, you know. Well, Tavor, you really are. Do you remember the time- "
Several voices spoke rather loudly at this point.
"Shut up, Brethil!"
"What?" he said with an impatient sigh. "I was merely saying that-"
Sudden the sound of something dragging across the stone floor was heard, punctuated by a hissing, squeaking voice. A moment later Bastryn skittered into the room, trailing the golden leash behind him, red eyes glaring.
Author's Notes
Hmm. . .well, I didn't get around to choosing the gifts. :) Next chapter. This one was getting rather long, so I just halted it there. Wait. They did choose a wine. Okay, so they picked one gift. Next chapter I promise all the gifts will be well on their way to Rivendell.
"The Lay of Gondolin" can be found in "The Lays of Beleriand," and the history of Gondolin in "The Book of Lost Tales 2." As a romantic person myself, I have fallen in love with that particular tale, and with Golden Glorfindel. ;) My, my, won't Laerlend be in for a surprise in years to come!
Bastryn's beautiful leash is courtesy of bryn!
Thank you to al, my beta.I am glad that you find some of my mistakes so amusing - Fuzzy Navel or not!
Legolas, dear! It is al's job to correct the mistakes I make BEFORE I put it up. She is not to wait and see if anyone else will catch the silly ones just because they are so amusing!! Even al thinks you are a 'Little Devil.'
Response to Reviewers
Laicalasse - Your guesses are as good as mine. Next chapter the gifts really will be sent!
None - Hope this wait wasn't too long! :) As to the question about your becoming an "evil person", the answer is no. If that were true then I would be an evil person and I am not an evil person. I just like to get the Tricksy Trio into trouble. That is not evil. . . just fun! G Hmm. . . Well, next chapter is the Choice! I hope! ;)
shirebound - Yikes! Thank you! I enjoyed the last chapter, but I was also worried about it, so your wonderful compliment really made my day! Another vignette like "Hollin?" Well, I will think about it, but I think I will have to finish something up first. I do not know how you can juggle so many storylines at one time! I am feeling guilty for neglecting a couple of stories that I SHOULD be writing even now! :( I will really get to them soon!
The Phantom - The plot is definitely gelatinizing. LOL I like that one myself. :) Galion was back, and he will be in it again. I have not written an Elrond story, though after reading and weeping over yours I may have to! If I do it will be because of you! :) I am glad you liked the chapter title "The Spider Who Would Be King." I liked that one myself! ;)
IRENA - I am glad that you missed me. I was not a happy person when I had NO time to write! I wasn't certain that Legolas thinking Tanglinna was a Vala would be funny, so I am very glad that it was fun! Much trepidation over that one!
Nightstalker - The thought process of children is amazing and quite amusing at times. We grownups are quite mean at times when we do things to foster some unusual thoughts in our children. EG - When I told my two children that Mommy's One Ring was the real one, and that I heard the Nazgul outside our house at night. Of course they both claimed (quite sincerely) that they too had heard something outside in the night, and were the Nazgul going to get in the house. Wicked of me, but quite amazing really since they were 10 and 8 at the time! But very, very fun! evil g We will indeed be going to Rivendell, and of course we will also see Thranduil's reaction to the presents and the aftermath! evil g Should be. . . fun!
Storm Elf - Thank you so much for that really nice review! :) Here is the next chapter, and I guess I had better get started on the next one now!
Curumargul - I love it when people laugh! That really makes my day! I am glad that you are enjoying the Tricksy Trios adventures in growing up. I hope to have more of their stories in the future! :)
PuterPatty - Tavor is quite annoying, even I think so! I see you noticed the Elves dying of fright in Ithilien's story too. It wasn't a nod, but it can be since hers was up first. I had written the first half of the last chapter quite a long time ago, but was not at all certain that I would use it as the real chapter (do you ever wonder if where you are going is the right way to go??) so it just sat there for the longest time in my computer. Naturally when I read Ithilien's chapter I jumped! Oh, well. People are beating me to things all the time! What can I say? I am very slow! Ithilien deserves nods! She is great! G I am glad that you felt some sorrow over the mention of Tanglinna surviving so many battles and Dagorlad. I groaned when I typed that and had a long discussion with myself (yes, I do talk to myself) about killing off characters. Legolas gets off fairly easy with just Thranduil and Tanglinna about. Oropher would SCARE me! Thank you for catching my counting mistake! I caught it that night and could have kicked myself. Even al didn't see it!! I guess that was the right way to go with that last chapter! I am glad you enjoyed it!
Hypy - Glad you liked Mesgwauruan! He was quite a fun monster to work with!
gershwin - Giggle fits are good. I am prone to them myself! Elu's Vandal Root tea only helps if it is a minor giggle fit, if it is a major one nothing helps! G I think you are correct. Tanglinna challenging the little tree leaper to find an equally amusing prank was not the wisest thing to do! We shall see what comes of it!
JastaElf - =^_^= Like the cat face? Someone made one somewhere and I thought of your kitten (now big cat I am sure) Thranduil! I am so glad that some of you found Thranduil's "Wall of Words" funny. Relief! G Turn about is fair play and so much fun, that I couldn't resist letting Tanglinna and Thranduil be the ones on the other side of the prank for a change. I am just wondering if a bout of one-up-manship is on the way.
Angaloth - Nothing makes me feel so good as hearing that someone likes my Original Characters! They are all near and dear to my heart, and when someone enjoys reading about them that just makes my day! Thank you so much for telling me! :)
Lakergurl13 - In my Tolkien Universe Legolas has had a VERY interesting childhood. And yes. . .I did kill Tanglinna. He is not a Vala after all. :( So. . .why did you have to remind me of that?? *goes and sobs her eyes out for the next hour or so* So Charlie doesn't like plastic roaches?? Hee hee!
Princess ArWen of sMirkwood - A bottle of Morn Nen filled with a Mud Monster??!! LOL That is too funny! I wonder how Elrond would react to a Mud Monster!
Elf Wench - I hope this was soon enough. I felt rather sorry for the "poor little Elflings" myself after that last chapter. But. . .well, they are in for more fun or trouble depending on how you see it.
Seaweed - First I loved your long, rambling review! Malt beer and all! I hope you have recovered from your bout with vbgbdgd. Interesting initials, most unpronounceable! GThranduil's "Wall of Words" confused you?? Well, it is simple really. It all has to do with that malady Brethilitis. He and Tanglinna would not be able to escape from the Tricksy Trio if Brethil, Tavor, and Legolas all got it and started talking. Hence the "Wall of Words." I am glad that Gimli (knew Gimli would be in here somewhere;)) liked Mesg. Has he ever seen one? Sounds like he might try to take a bite out of him if he ever did! LOL I am glad that Gimli will admit that he and Legolas have some things in common. Tell that dear Dwarf I said Hi! and what was this about "do not disturb the water?" Very funny! Tell him that was a GOOD ONE! A hangover cure for malt beer?? I am sorry I do not have one. I will ask Elu what he thinks! G
eriks-lil-rocker - Sorry that the last chapter took so long to come about! I was LOL thinking about what would happen if Tanglinna, Esteban, Lord Elrond, and King Thranduil would come up with for the Trio and the twins. Valar! No one would survive!
addicted - Squirrels can't be gay?? Okay. . .LOL How in the world did you ever find that out??
Starfleet Hobbit - First off - I love the name!! G WooHoo! (c. Celeborn) Thank you so much for that nice review! :)
Daphne - So you think they should put the 'Waters of Forgetfulness' into Elrond's wine?? :) Glad you like the stories title!
The Sadistic Cow - It is amazing how fear can spread like that! I have seen it happen myself! What wild imaginations these kids have! What wonderful imaginations they will have as adults! I know that it never quite goes away!
Skye - You are making me blush! :) I enjoy the Tricksy Trio's babbling too. They are so much fun to work with! So eight legs is too many?? Sounds like something my husband has said. Ah! So your Aralithus isn't quite so severe anymore?? Wonderful! But 'blame?' I think that is a Wonderful Development! :)
Karina - So My Most Excellent Friend! You were a terrified and paranoid child too?? I know I was. I could scare myself silly at times! :) I can attribute that to my overactive imagination, which is still going strong! G It will indeed be quite fun to see what will be said after the gifts are sent. They are not exactly going to be what anyone had in mind. . . except for my reviewers and readers who know me only TOO WELL! G I am glad that Poor Tavor was accepted into your Mental Health Clinic. I suspect that there will be a few more applicants before this tale is done! The Goblins might freak him a bit, but as long as there are no spiders or any talk of the Halls of Mandos he should be fine! I am glad to hear that Leslie will be having his adventure soon. I have missed him! Talk about Green-Eyed Monsters! I am soooo jealous of you! How was the TTT exhibit in Toronto?!?! SO JEALOUS!!!!
ember - We shall see very soon (I really promise) how the Morn Nen water gets where it is going. LOL Poor Elrond! ;)
Laura - *TreeHugger moves out of the chair to let Brethil sit at the computer. She threatens to yank his hair if he gets too long winded though!* Mae Govannen, Laura! You would not believe how happy it made me that you wanted to talk some more with me! Usually people want to talk to or about Legolas. I know he is very, very popular, and he should be. He is such a nice Elf, though he doesn't always listen to me when I have something to say. Well, he does tell me to "Shut up" quite a bit too, but other than that he is a really good friend. TreeHugger says that she promises to write more stories with me in them. Isn't that nice of her? She is a nice person too. Well, sometimes she is not so very nice. If she were then she would not have done what she did in that story that I won't mention right now, since I know it upsets her to talk about it, and I do not like her to get too upset. Did I read that right? Your father is smelly? That is too bad. We Elves never smell bad. Well, not usually. Though I guess we did after being chased by that Mud Monster. I know that it was really just Master Tanglinna and King Thranduil playing a trick, but I still think that Mesgwauruan is out there. I am certain that I did see it! It was huge! And talk about smelly. Why it - *TreeHugger yanks Brethil's fair hair and shakes her head* Oh, well. Yes, I see that this was getting long. I had better let Tree finish typing the other responses. I will try to get her to hurry and finish this story so she can start another one. So you want to know how Tavor, Legolas, and I became friends? Well, let me tell you! It all started - *TreeHugger yanks his hair again and tells Brethil to "MOVE IT!"* Hi, Laura, this is Tree. I am glad that you like Brethil so much. I wish I could update everyday, but I can't. Sorry. I am glad you like this story! Thank you!
ccg - I think galloping imaginations plague us all. That is probably why it is so fun to write or read about it happening to someone else. So. . .if a spider had only say 4 legs it would be okay and you would like them?? LOL I doubt it, though the legs seem to be the main reason for a lot of people. Next chapter will be the choosing of the gift. . .though Tavor and Brethil have picked a bottle of wine already.
annakas - You know what? I honestly do not know where they get these ideas sometimes. The birthday is fast approaching! :)
the evil witch queen - "Please send the spider, not that I've got ideas to wreak havoc or anything." Ahem. Well, :) Don't you think that dear sweet little Bastryn would just be a nice little spider if he went all the way to Rivendell? *glances at the little bugger who hisses and says "Wicked Tree!"* Erm, well, we shall see!
Anonymous - Uh oh! My secret is out! Yes, I fear that I modeled Brethil after myself. Right from the first appearance in my writing back in "Whisper of Things to Come" and the game of Tag with Legolas. That was a real game between a friend and myself and yes, he was the faster, smarter one, and I was, well, Brethil. I do on occasion have bouts with Brethilitis. . . hmm. . .usually only when I do some of my own reviewing or my responses. Unfortunately his "denseness" comes from me too. So you were teasing me about my slowness in posting that last chapter. I see. It didn't take that long. Well. . . yes, it did actually. :) I sincerely hope it won't take that long again! But NO promises! So you are not entirely sane? Well, who is? I certainly am not, at least I do not consider myself sane. . .or something like that. You were not very far off when you though Mesgwauruan sounded like Thranduil! You are just too smart for me! You know me only too well! Tanglinna and Thranduil enjoyed it immensely even if it didn't go exactly as they had it planned! Brethil is irritating?? Well, I think he gets that from me too, so that is really not his fault! Just ask my husband. I know he finds my cheerfulness and silliness irritating. :) Do not worry about Tavor. He is checked into Karina's Mental Health Clinic even now. He will be just fine I am sure! LOL Diplomatic relations?? Valar! It is a good think that Elrond won't remember it! evil grin I am glad that Spirit of Anonymous did review even if it did confuse me! I wasn't confused for very long, since you were so nice to explain it to me in the last review. You are just too kind! :) Great Valar! Ignore me! The part of me that is Brethil just took over again! So sorry!
Nadra - Sorry, no pink rosettes, and no running around with flowers in his hair. Not this time anyway! :) You can NEVER have Glorfindel! Not ever ever ever!! And he is NOT dead dead dead! Read "The Peoples of Middle Earth" in the section "Last Writings" the Glorfindel section. He is ALIVE I tell you! ALIVE! Besides he wouldn't be pushing up daisies, it would be yellow flowers! So you have Tauron the Hunter in Angband as well. Poor guy! I guess he and Melko will be having it out in there! But - - -NEVER GLORFINDEL!
Ithilien - Well, I am glad you did not mind the month or more wait on that last chapter, but the guilt was killing me. . .that and RL! It appears that the chapters are going to be longer. That surprised even me. You felt sorry for the poor little Trio, yet you are doing such horrifying things in your own story! How is that possible!?!? :) Well, gosh! You sounded surprised that Tanglinna can be nice! There is more to him than you realize as yet. I was LOL about young Thranduil giving Oropher sleepless nights! Hmm. . . I did say I would write the Missing Three Days, didn't I?? G I love our "urban legends" and "folklore" myself. Who knows where Mesgwauruan might pop up. . .or squelch up? My computer doesn't mind the name now since I added it to my ever-expanding spell check. I mind it because it is not easy to type!
Anya - Ring of Sarcasm - What? You don't want a tarantula? That is really too bad. I think they would be a lot of fun. Except of course if it escaped its cage, then I might have some trepidation myself. Imagine the spider crawling into your bed while you slept and sitting on your chest waiting for you to wake up. G SO that last chapter was rrrrrrrreeeeeeeaaaaaaalllllllyyyyyyyyyyy lllllllllloooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggg?? This one was too! You should read the Silmarillion. It is a great book! And the bit about Tauron is right near the beginning.
Nancing Elf - Guilty minds certainly make life more interesting. We may twist and turn to try and wriggle out of what we have done, but it usually catches us in the end. Poor little things had it coming, didn't they? It was time for Ada and Tanglinna to be on the giving end of tricks. You may hug them all you want, nin mellon! They will need it! Um, about Bastryn's mother. . .well, shall we just say that he is nicer than she is. As it is you raising Gwibess Jr. I do wonder just what her intentions are toward him. Are they anything at all like your intentions for Legolas?? G;)