Disclaimer: It all belongs to Tolkien; I'm only borrowing his characters (and making them cause havoc) before I give them back.

A/N: Thanks to Ellen, who helped me through my writer's block. She is the best beta ever and gave me most (possibly all) of the ideas for this chapter. You rock, mellon nin!

Elladan, eldest son of Lord Elrond of Imladris, was bored. Elrohir, the second son (by a few minutes) was also bored. Two bored elflings, was never (ever) a good thing.

Erestor, looked warily across the table and down a few chairs to where the twins sat. He sighed – he had known Elrond would make a stupid mistake like this. Who else would have a pair of elflings at the feasting table (for their first time) with guests?

Celebrían would have recognized the potential for disaster and stopped this ridicules idea before the soup had been served. As it was, the wine glasses had been refilled twice already and dessert was not long in coming.

Elladan, besides being bored, was also confused. He had seen men before, but what were these short stumpy hairy things that now sat at the table, and conversed with his Ada? To make it worse, Ada was speaking nonsense with a lot of extra 'k' sounds and a few 'z's. If that was a language, he was sure someone... Odd had devised it.

The fact that he was sitting at a table full of the strangest creatures he had seen in his short life totally escaped him.

"Elrohir..."

"Yes?"

"What do you suppose those things are?"

His brother looked the 'things' over with a critical eye (or at least, what he thought was a critical eye). At long last he said, "Perhaps they are Orcs?"

Elladan gave his twin a look that spoke volumes. "Elrohir, do you really think Ada would be entertaining orcs at his dining table?"

Elrohir frowned, "Well, if you insist on putting it that way..."

"I do."

"Then what do you think they are?"

"Perhaps they are a type of Man?"

"Men are tall."

"Not all the time."

"The ones that visit Ada are."

Their bickering continued in this manner before deciding that the best way to find out would be to ask.

"Glorfindel?"

"Not now, Elrohir."

But– "

"Go bother Erestor." The Elf had already consumed a few pints of wine and wasn't exactly feeling up to answering questions – especially since language seemed to be deserting him.

Elrohir looked helplessly at his brother and, since they were both elflings, decided to follow Glorfindel's 'advice'.

Problem: Erestor was too far away to talk to.

Solution: Go under the table.

Potential for disaster: Immense.

The two elflings simultaneously dropped down to the floor, and started to crawl down to where Erestor sat. They got to his chair and stood up, before realizing two very important things. One, that Erestor appeared to be asleep; and two, that one of their hairy short guests seemed to be sitting right next to him.

Elladan said a few words he had undoubtedly learned from either Glorfindel or one of the Galadhrim that liked to visit every once in a while before dropping back under the table and crawling away in the opposite direction.

The dwarf (for that was what he was) blinked in surprise, and helped himself to some more wine. However, in his drunkenness, he didn't have a very firm grip on the bottle. Whichever Vala was in charge of irony was working overtime that night, because not only did the poor dwarf drop his wine bottle, it rolled under the table. Straight at Elladan.

Elladan had never had wine before.

Neither had Elrohir.

The eldest son got picked up the bottle first, and stared at it. It seemed to be talking to him.'Drink me,' it said.

Who was he to disobey the commands of the wine bottle?

Elrohir glanced at his brother (who was now sampling the wine) and then looked at the wine bottle itself. He was rather startled when it started to speak to him. 'Drink me,' it said. Elrohir bit his lip. Ada had never let them drink wine (or any other type of alcohol) before.

That of course, decided him. "Elladan, let me have a sip."

"All right, brother, wait your turn."

"Share!"

"Fine! No need to get angry about it." Elladan passed the wine to his twin. Before long, the two were fairly drunk and beginning to feel a bit drowsy and strange. They stumbled out from under the table, and through the halls, trying to sing one of the ballads Lindir usually sang. They were doing it horribly.

"Gil-Galad was a – hic – ing, and he – hic – he…" Elladan paused. "What did he do, El'?"

"I forgot. Let's go ask the warriors. They'll know…"

This seemed to be a logical idea, and so, stumbling from more than just their normal clumsiness, they eventually made it to the barracks, and went inside. It was dark, and the soldiers were all sleeping. The two elflings crashed around the room, trying to find something -- anything-- to light so that they could wake the soldiers up.

"Look, El! A torch!"

"Light – hic – it!"

"With what?" Elladan slid to the floor, oblivious to the cold wood.

Elrohir followed his brother onto the ground of the barracks, and closed his eyes. "I'm tired, El'" he mumbled.

Elladan, who was already asleep, didn't even answer.

Back in the dining hall…

Lord Elrond was worried. Where were his sons? He was sure they had been sitting next to him a few hours ago... Rubbing his eyes tiredly – he really didn't need this – he bid his Dwarven guests good night and shook Glorfindel's shoulders, trying to wake his seneschal.

"Wha... Elrond?"

"Glorfindel, where are the twins?" he asked anxiously.

"I don't know. Why are you asking me?"

"You were sitting next to them." Elrond reminded him curtly.

"Ask Erestor..." Glorfindel buried his face in his hands, and went back to his wine-induced sleep.

"Glorfindel...."

The seneschal replied only with a loud snore.

Cursing in Westron, Sindarin, Khuzdul, and Quenya, Elrond tried his luck on Erestor. There he faired a little better. Erestor managed to stay awake for a whole minute before dropping back of to sleep. Elrond sighed. It appeared he was on his own this time.

Elrond stumbled around worriedly for about ten minutes, looking for his sons before the wine he had drunk that evening finally caught up with him. He collapsed on the floor of his own kitchen, next to the cupboards.

The next morning...

Erestor stumbled bleary-eyed to his feet. It was around five in the morning and the sun had yet to rise. He looked at Glorfindel, and considered carrying him to the barracks. Then he decided that the guards in the barracks were much more physically fit then he was, and they wouldn't have any problems carrying their commander to his bed (not that they would voice, anyway). He walked through the hallways, trying to decide if there was really a Dwarf with an axe inside his head, or if it was just his imagination.

Erestor entered the barracks, planning to only wake the captain and whoever else was unlucky enough to be seen first. Leaning over, he whispered into the captain's ear. "Captain, would you mind – WHAT IN ARDA ARE THEY DOING HERE?" Erestor was referring to the two elflings who were curled up on the floor, clutching a wine bottle and a torch between them.

The captain, who had just been rudely awoken, tried to make sense of all the yelling Lord Erestor was doing.

"ELFLINGS, Captain, do NOT belong in barracks! You have a responsibility to...."

'Elflings?' thought the poor captain. 'What in Arda is he talking about?'

Erestor continued with his lecturing of the poor confused Captain for a few more minutes, before grabbing both Elladan and Elrohir, putting them over his shoulder, and storming out.

The Elf was not sorry to see him leave. 'Now that's odd. He didn't come in with elflings. Did he?'

Glorfindel was not having a good morning. An angry Erestor, who had yelled all sorts of nonsense about letting elflings get their hands on wine, had awaked him from his drunken sleep. 'I'm not that irresponsible... Am I?'Then, he had received a Lecture from Lord Elrond (who was having bad day himself, having woken up in the kitchens). About watching his children, not letting them wander off to Elbereth knows where, and falling asleep holding flammable objects. To cap it all off, his soldiers had gotten more sleep then he had. Glorfindel took that last offense personally.

The warriors in charge of guarding Imladris had a rather difficult morning.

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, I'm glad you guys like the fic. This could be the last chapter, or it could just be one of many. I'm not really sure. I hope you guys liked it anyway.