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It was night. And it was muggy. Muggy to the point where it bothered the elves of Rivendell. If mugginess bothered any elf, then it must be bad. All the residents of Rivendell slept restlessly but still they slept. Except a pair of twins. A small head looked cautiously around the corner in the dark hall. "Clear, 'Dan?" came a whisper from behind.
"Sssh!" came a hissed reply and hit his accomplice. "Someone will hear us! You don't wanna get caught on the first job..."
Both voices faltered when they thought they heard footsteps or thought they were footsteps. "'Dan?" came a scared voice.
"Go look!" he hissed.
"No!" his twin hissed back. "You!"
Elladan summed up all his elfling courage before casting a glance of annoyance towards Elrohir. "Ae aníron nad carnen, han cerithon anim," whispered the older elfling. (If I want something done, I'll do it myself.)
He walked bravely out in the center of the hallway, thinking, 'I can do this. Show no fear... there's nothing there...' Then there was the noise again. Elladan strained his elven eyes trying to find the source. 'I am a warrior, the mightiest ever!' he thought to himself warily.
There it was again. The elfling turned around bewildered. "Who's there?" he whispered. Elrohir came around from the corner. "Me," he said. There the noise was again and it was coming closer. Both looked down at their bare feet to see two little mice scurrying quickly on their way. Elrohir bent down and picked them up, holding them gently in his hands as the mice tried to get away quickly. "Mice. We were scared of mice!"
"I wasn't scared," whispered Elladan proudly. "Unlike some." And which he received a death glare from his brother. "Keep the mice."
"Why?"
"You know how 'Estor is about mice... we can use them when his time comes as the victim. Put the mice in here, 'Ro." Elladan pointed to a vase and Elrohir dropped them gently in. He grinned devilishly. "But tonight, it is Glor's turn. Got the mud?"
"Yep. Got the honey?" Elrohir added.
"Yep." Then both nodded and sneaked quietly in Glorfindel's room.
The Balrog Slayer was sound asleep as the boys slowly opened the door with a loud creak. Both froze when there was a loud snore that erupted from the famous warrior in fear that they had woken him. But they had to keep themselves from laughing and they sneaked quietly in as the blonde hair elf rolled over beneath the thing sheet. Elladan begin to move towards the closet, carefully opening the door in case it was to creak again. But it didn't and Elladan went about the vigorous task of filling Glorfindel's favorite pain of boots with just the appropriate amount of mud. Elrohir on the other hand had taken the honey into the bathroom and replaced the soap with it. So in the morning, whenever Glorfindel took his ritual morning shower, he would have nicely styled hair that smelled pleasantly like honey.
"Done, 'Ro?" asked Elladan peering into the bathroom to check on his brother.
"Yep? You?" replied Elrohir. Elladan nodded and motioned quietly for Elrohir to follow him.
The twins quietly sneaked back into their room, with mice in hand. After find a small box with air holes, the two mice were placed in there and placed the box casually on the bookshelf. "The first prank is in place, 'Dan," said Elrohir, "and with much success." He quietly crawled back into his bed while Elladan did the same.
"Yes but it's still not over," the eldest elfling said. "What happens if ada or amme catch us?"
"We say we were in bed," smiled Elrohir. "We both see this and know it is true? They can't prove their right and we're wrong."
"They're a mom and dad. They can do whatever they wants to. It's like a law or something. But we better be asleep, just in case."
"Yeah."
The next morning, Elladan and Elrohir lay half-asleep in their beds as the morning sun peeked through the thing curtains. It was already hot and they hadn't the mood to get out of the bed. "Should we get up?" asked Elladan lazily turning onto his back.
"Nay. Why should we, 'Dan? It'll be like this tomorrow morning."
"Yeah."
"Whatcha wanna do?"
"I dunno. What do you wanna do?"
Elladan shrugged and started to daydream until he was brought out of his revere by a loud, ear-shrinking scream. "Well, at least Glor has found something to do," he said laughing.
"Freaking out over honey and mud? Yeah. Tonight's victim?" laughed his brother.
"'Estor. And this too will be something no one forgets. They'll name something after us!"
"Perhaps. But lay here until someone comes looking for us?"
"Sure. Why rush?" Elrohir replied in the same lazy tone.
To be continued...
Author Note: Please review! Please! Pretty please? Please review? Have I mentioned getting reviews is like Christmas for me? Could you review, please? And I am sorry if its too short but I can try to make it a bit longer next time around.
It was night. And it was muggy. Muggy to the point where it bothered the elves of Rivendell. If mugginess bothered any elf, then it must be bad. All the residents of Rivendell slept restlessly but still they slept. Except a pair of twins. A small head looked cautiously around the corner in the dark hall. "Clear, 'Dan?" came a whisper from behind.
"Sssh!" came a hissed reply and hit his accomplice. "Someone will hear us! You don't wanna get caught on the first job..."
Both voices faltered when they thought they heard footsteps or thought they were footsteps. "'Dan?" came a scared voice.
"Go look!" he hissed.
"No!" his twin hissed back. "You!"
Elladan summed up all his elfling courage before casting a glance of annoyance towards Elrohir. "Ae aníron nad carnen, han cerithon anim," whispered the older elfling. (If I want something done, I'll do it myself.)
He walked bravely out in the center of the hallway, thinking, 'I can do this. Show no fear... there's nothing there...' Then there was the noise again. Elladan strained his elven eyes trying to find the source. 'I am a warrior, the mightiest ever!' he thought to himself warily.
There it was again. The elfling turned around bewildered. "Who's there?" he whispered. Elrohir came around from the corner. "Me," he said. There the noise was again and it was coming closer. Both looked down at their bare feet to see two little mice scurrying quickly on their way. Elrohir bent down and picked them up, holding them gently in his hands as the mice tried to get away quickly. "Mice. We were scared of mice!"
"I wasn't scared," whispered Elladan proudly. "Unlike some." And which he received a death glare from his brother. "Keep the mice."
"Why?"
"You know how 'Estor is about mice... we can use them when his time comes as the victim. Put the mice in here, 'Ro." Elladan pointed to a vase and Elrohir dropped them gently in. He grinned devilishly. "But tonight, it is Glor's turn. Got the mud?"
"Yep. Got the honey?" Elrohir added.
"Yep." Then both nodded and sneaked quietly in Glorfindel's room.
The Balrog Slayer was sound asleep as the boys slowly opened the door with a loud creak. Both froze when there was a loud snore that erupted from the famous warrior in fear that they had woken him. But they had to keep themselves from laughing and they sneaked quietly in as the blonde hair elf rolled over beneath the thing sheet. Elladan begin to move towards the closet, carefully opening the door in case it was to creak again. But it didn't and Elladan went about the vigorous task of filling Glorfindel's favorite pain of boots with just the appropriate amount of mud. Elrohir on the other hand had taken the honey into the bathroom and replaced the soap with it. So in the morning, whenever Glorfindel took his ritual morning shower, he would have nicely styled hair that smelled pleasantly like honey.
"Done, 'Ro?" asked Elladan peering into the bathroom to check on his brother.
"Yep? You?" replied Elrohir. Elladan nodded and motioned quietly for Elrohir to follow him.
The twins quietly sneaked back into their room, with mice in hand. After find a small box with air holes, the two mice were placed in there and placed the box casually on the bookshelf. "The first prank is in place, 'Dan," said Elrohir, "and with much success." He quietly crawled back into his bed while Elladan did the same.
"Yes but it's still not over," the eldest elfling said. "What happens if ada or amme catch us?"
"We say we were in bed," smiled Elrohir. "We both see this and know it is true? They can't prove their right and we're wrong."
"They're a mom and dad. They can do whatever they wants to. It's like a law or something. But we better be asleep, just in case."
"Yeah."
The next morning, Elladan and Elrohir lay half-asleep in their beds as the morning sun peeked through the thing curtains. It was already hot and they hadn't the mood to get out of the bed. "Should we get up?" asked Elladan lazily turning onto his back.
"Nay. Why should we, 'Dan? It'll be like this tomorrow morning."
"Yeah."
"Whatcha wanna do?"
"I dunno. What do you wanna do?"
Elladan shrugged and started to daydream until he was brought out of his revere by a loud, ear-shrinking scream. "Well, at least Glor has found something to do," he said laughing.
"Freaking out over honey and mud? Yeah. Tonight's victim?" laughed his brother.
"'Estor. And this too will be something no one forgets. They'll name something after us!"
"Perhaps. But lay here until someone comes looking for us?"
"Sure. Why rush?" Elrohir replied in the same lazy tone.
To be continued...
Author Note: Please review! Please! Pretty please? Please review? Have I mentioned getting reviews is like Christmas for me? Could you review, please? And I am sorry if its too short but I can try to make it a bit longer next time around.