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A/N Ok... This was SUPPOSED to be a SINGLE chapter fic. HOWEVER, The fates (turns around and glares at Fate gambling on a table with his buddy Death ) As well as the evil plottbubies who keep me awake at odd hours (sends death glare to Plotbunny using the local plothole as a hula hoop) Have conspired to make me write another chapter. I wasn't going to, but now, I am (obviously). SO.... Read it and enjoy it or else next time I'll just hit the plotbunny over the head before it bothers me some more. Okay?
"I do no think that Sauron is as immediate of a threat that he was in the days of the last alliance." Erestor said, trying to ignore Glorfindel, who was rolling his eyes on Erestor's other side.
"Be that as it may, Advisor Erestor. I still believe that Sauron is still a major threat by his very -- if weakened -- continued existence on this middle earth. I also believe that we should continue to-"
There was a giggle. Lord Elrond paused and looked around his council room to see who was laughing. No one had moved. His gaze roamed around freely, settling on Glorfindel for a few seconds and then continued. "-To keep the-"
Someone giggled again. Elrond narrowed his eyes. It was coming from behind his chair. Wait... Behind? What the.... Elrond turned around and stared at the table behind him. He wondered which of his advisors had picked up the skill of ventriloquism and sent the table a death glare. It wobbled in response. The Lord of Imladris jerked back and stared at in incredulously. What in the name of Mandos was going on?
There was a third giggle and then a snort. Erestor paused in the act of taking a sip of wine to stare at the table that was now bumping up and down as if it contained a halfling or a very small dwarf.
Elrond slowly lifted up the tablecloth with his hand on his sword. Erestor was the first to catch sight of the one that lurked beneath and choked. Glorfindel pounded him on the back (a little to hard, he discovered, after Erestor dropped the glass). Lord Elrond just stared aghast at the intruder. "ELLADAN?"
Glorfindel stopped causing Erestor back pain, smirked and said, "The threat of Sauron may no longer be immediate but I believe we have succeeded in discovering the next probable invader of Imladris." He gestured toward the table, or rather, under it "See? He already has a battalion of soldiers at the ready."
Elladan, oblivious, continued to play with his inch tall wooden cavalry while Glorfindel became the receiver of a glare from Elrond. Erestor had stopped choking and was trying to glare on Elladan's behalf as well, but his still watering eyes and red face rather ruined the effect.
The chief advisor decided to give that up (he would get Glorfindel later) moved next to Lord Elrond, and concentrated instead on getting Elladan to leave the sanctuary of the table. "Come Elladan, your nurse will be wondering what has become of you."
"No Er'story"
Er'story? Glorfindel mouthed at his friend.
Erestor wondered if Glorfindel was too far away to kick and experimentally swung his leg back.
"Ow!"
"Oops." Erestor said nonchalantly.
Elrond looked up in amusement as the rest of the council stared at the three elves in mystified confusion.
Just then, a knock came at the door. The twins' nurse came bustling in with Elrohir on one hip looking tired and angry with cream smeared all along his face. The Nurse looked tired and exasperated and said "I'm afraid your sons got it into their heads to wander off. I have since discovered Elrohir in the kitchens attempting to take a swim in a barrel of cream, but Elladan's location remains a mystery to me. Perhaps you have seen him."
Elrond was about to reply when Glorfindel motioned at the table and spoke. "Behold fair lady, we have indeed discovered a spy in the midst of our council chambers and were wondering how he came to be there. We thank you graciously for your assistance in helping us to discover the..." He slowly stopped when he realized that not only were Elrond, Erestor and The Nurse were staring at him as if he had gone insane, the rest of the council was as well. No, wait, they were staring above him. Why would they be... This was when Glorfindel discovered that there was a spider on his head.
"AI!" This was followed by a string of curses that for decency's sake have been censored. Glorfindel leaped into the air and clawed at his hair in attempts to get the offending arachnid off.
The Nurse put Elrohir down and moved to stop Glorfindel from banging into the table and making it fall down on Elladan in his haste to get the spider off. She calmly reached between the legs of the table and gathered the elfling in her arms before stepping back and flicking the spider of The balrog slayer's head. He stared at her in surprise. She patted his shoulder and turned around to pick up Elrohir.
Elrohir wasn't there. "Where has Elrohir gone off to?" Erestor asked, voicing everyone else's thoughts. That all became clear however, when the gigantic wall map came falling down on all of them.
In the resulting chaos, Elrohir and Elladan both managed to escape, The Nurse went off in pursuit, Elrond discovered graffiti carved in the wall where the map had been and Glorfindel was kicked twice more by Erestor.
The council was over rather quickly that day.
A/N All right, not as funny as it could have been. But this is the best I can do for the moment. Thank you all for the reviews. I took Uineniel's advice and gave Erestor a rather humiliating (I think) nickname. Er'story has a rather nice ring to it, don't you agree? I hope you enjoyed!