Elladan/Elrohir VS Merry/Pippin.
A/N: I wrote part of this during a very boring sports "essay writing time" cos I couldn't swim! And, I had a legitimate excuse too! Ah wells . . . ended up being just a ten minute one page essay which, might I add, SUCKED! But I did hide a few discrepancies of my displeasure . . . :D
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Elrond slowly put his hands over his eyes- he could not look. It was just too much.
Sneaking a look between his fingers he snatched a glance out of the window and down into the gardens outside where two hobbits lay a trap for his two sons who were plotting their own trap around the corner. It was hard not to give in to his instinct to cry out and warn them, for these hobbits were most likely more than they bargained for.
He hid a smile that threatened to split his head in half, behind his hand and turned his attention back to the mass of messages that had to be sent to Lorien.
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"No, no! Not there! Now, look. See? Tie it here," Merry pointed out to Pippin.
"But won't the net just stay where it is then? We want it to go up," the other hobbit asked.
"No! It'll go up! Trust me! Now . . ." the hobbit smiled smugly to himself, "where are they?"
The two hobbits soon started arguing again about the different angles of the pulleys and where the rope should be tied ("No, here!" "No, no, that'll make it go to the right!"). The hobbits' conversation softened to a whisper as the time for entrapment neared. You never know if they'd be around.
"OK, I've tied it to the plank. What do I do now?" Pippin whispered excitedly.
"Put the plank on top of where the net is. But hide it, mind! And don't set it off all you'll be in for a right treat, eh!"
"I know, I know," muttered Pippin under his breath as he made his way to the centre of the path.
Pip placed the plank as instructed and hurried back top where Merry had hidden behind a small bush to the side of the path, in perfect view of where their trap had been laid.
"Quickly, quickly!" hassled Merry as they both knelt down behind the bush.
A few moments later some voices floated past and stopped just above where the two hobbits hid.
"My dearest brother . . . " began one.
"But I am your only brother!" said another, much closer to the bush.
"And Estel?"
"Well . . . I'm your only brother here, am I not? Rallied the second voice, "Estel's gone off with the ranger's again . . ."
"You could say that, you could say that," conceded the first voice, "But! And may I repeat . . . But! Dearest brother mine, which is so rude as to interrupt me . . ."
"I do not interrupt!" Interrupted the closer of the pair.
"I am sure you do not," murmured the first sarcastically, " you never interrupt! But! As I was saying . . ."
"What were you saying, brother mine?"
There was a huff of frustration.
"There you are! You interrupted me! Again! And do not deny it . . ." the voice had the air of a finger wagging towards his brother.
"As you say now, what will you were to say?"
"That doesn't make sense."
"You were going to say 'that doesn't make sense'?"
"No, what you just said doesn't make sense!"
"It doesn't?"
"No."
"What doesn't?"
Another huff of frustration was heard only much louder this time as the first of the brother's became exasperated with the younger. It was followed by a long silence before one shuffled his feet nervously.
"What were you going to say before anyway?"
"Don't trouble yourself over it . . ." said the older resignedly.
"No, really. What were you to say?"
"Did you know, that you interrupted me so many times that I've forgotten?"
"Really? Too bad. I was really interested."
"Sure you were!"
"I was!" the younger protested. Pippin couldn't hold it in much longer and let out a giggle.
"Ah HAH!" Two pairs of hands grabbed the hobbits and lifted them out of the bushes. One of the hobbits was glaring murderously at the younger hobbit. They stepped back to admire their catch . . .
SNAP!
The four of them looked at each other, the shorter of the four looked much more worried.
TWANG!
The two brothers, paralysed with fear only a moment before, began to move towards the garden exit.
THWACK!
The net beneath their feet snapped up and entrapped all four. The elves looked murderously at the two hobbits.
"How dare you . . ." began Elrohir but the rest of his sentence was lost as the net swung around on the tree.
"I told you it'd go right!" shouted Pippin, forgetting his predicament for once over has excitement that he could correct Merry, "This is kind of fun, you know. Almost like . . ."
Merry was whispering prayers to anyone whoever was listening up there.
Elladan looked on in shock, "Oh, no! Please . . ."
The net dropped.
"For the love of . . ."cursed Elrohir, as he spun head first into the stream.
SPLASH!
The net rose again and moved back towards land. The elven rope slowly broke under the strain of two elves and a couple of hobbits (hey, there's a limit to everything, you know. Might have been a bit of shoddy workmanship . . . or imitation elven rope, you never know these days).
All four fell to the ground with a heavy THUD.
"Hah! That was your trap? Didn't even work probably judging by those little snickers we heard earlier," Elladan smirked with his brother, "You guys have no idea . . ." Elladan slowly trailed off as he realised there was more to come, judging by the half-worried, half-horrified, half-satisfied looks on the hobbits' faces which seemed to be slowly slipping into utter dread.
The brother's turned as one and was met by the most horrendous fate that could have befallen them. Limp in a pair of knives was their hair.
"My hair!" gasped Elrohir, grasping for his ponytail.
"You little . . ." Elladan was already onto the hobbits who still stood rigid in stark terror.
"RUN!" they both yelled together, in sync.
They raced through the garden with the sons of Elrond Half-Elven hot on their heels.
They ran around the centre tree, three times before the brother's split up, causing the hobbits to get frightened and turn around to end up smashing into each other.
CLUNK!
For a second the two hobbits stood dazed, and looked as if they were about to faint but soon recovered and ran for the hall, narrowly escaping the clutches of Elladan and Elrohir.
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A/N: All enjoy? I don't know if I should continue these "Adventures" of the pairs of mischief-makers. Any thoughts? I always like to hear a bit of feedback in my reviews . . . I mean, I don't usually get any with the first chapter. And that makes me sad. Very sad. I'm still trying to decide if I'll make this a one-off or anything.
A/N: I wrote part of this during a very boring sports "essay writing time" cos I couldn't swim! And, I had a legitimate excuse too! Ah wells . . . ended up being just a ten minute one page essay which, might I add, SUCKED! But I did hide a few discrepancies of my displeasure . . . :D
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Elrond slowly put his hands over his eyes- he could not look. It was just too much.
Sneaking a look between his fingers he snatched a glance out of the window and down into the gardens outside where two hobbits lay a trap for his two sons who were plotting their own trap around the corner. It was hard not to give in to his instinct to cry out and warn them, for these hobbits were most likely more than they bargained for.
He hid a smile that threatened to split his head in half, behind his hand and turned his attention back to the mass of messages that had to be sent to Lorien.
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"No, no! Not there! Now, look. See? Tie it here," Merry pointed out to Pippin.
"But won't the net just stay where it is then? We want it to go up," the other hobbit asked.
"No! It'll go up! Trust me! Now . . ." the hobbit smiled smugly to himself, "where are they?"
The two hobbits soon started arguing again about the different angles of the pulleys and where the rope should be tied ("No, here!" "No, no, that'll make it go to the right!"). The hobbits' conversation softened to a whisper as the time for entrapment neared. You never know if they'd be around.
"OK, I've tied it to the plank. What do I do now?" Pippin whispered excitedly.
"Put the plank on top of where the net is. But hide it, mind! And don't set it off all you'll be in for a right treat, eh!"
"I know, I know," muttered Pippin under his breath as he made his way to the centre of the path.
Pip placed the plank as instructed and hurried back top where Merry had hidden behind a small bush to the side of the path, in perfect view of where their trap had been laid.
"Quickly, quickly!" hassled Merry as they both knelt down behind the bush.
A few moments later some voices floated past and stopped just above where the two hobbits hid.
"My dearest brother . . . " began one.
"But I am your only brother!" said another, much closer to the bush.
"And Estel?"
"Well . . . I'm your only brother here, am I not? Rallied the second voice, "Estel's gone off with the ranger's again . . ."
"You could say that, you could say that," conceded the first voice, "But! And may I repeat . . . But! Dearest brother mine, which is so rude as to interrupt me . . ."
"I do not interrupt!" Interrupted the closer of the pair.
"I am sure you do not," murmured the first sarcastically, " you never interrupt! But! As I was saying . . ."
"What were you saying, brother mine?"
There was a huff of frustration.
"There you are! You interrupted me! Again! And do not deny it . . ." the voice had the air of a finger wagging towards his brother.
"As you say now, what will you were to say?"
"That doesn't make sense."
"You were going to say 'that doesn't make sense'?"
"No, what you just said doesn't make sense!"
"It doesn't?"
"No."
"What doesn't?"
Another huff of frustration was heard only much louder this time as the first of the brother's became exasperated with the younger. It was followed by a long silence before one shuffled his feet nervously.
"What were you going to say before anyway?"
"Don't trouble yourself over it . . ." said the older resignedly.
"No, really. What were you to say?"
"Did you know, that you interrupted me so many times that I've forgotten?"
"Really? Too bad. I was really interested."
"Sure you were!"
"I was!" the younger protested. Pippin couldn't hold it in much longer and let out a giggle.
"Ah HAH!" Two pairs of hands grabbed the hobbits and lifted them out of the bushes. One of the hobbits was glaring murderously at the younger hobbit. They stepped back to admire their catch . . .
SNAP!
The four of them looked at each other, the shorter of the four looked much more worried.
TWANG!
The two brothers, paralysed with fear only a moment before, began to move towards the garden exit.
THWACK!
The net beneath their feet snapped up and entrapped all four. The elves looked murderously at the two hobbits.
"How dare you . . ." began Elrohir but the rest of his sentence was lost as the net swung around on the tree.
"I told you it'd go right!" shouted Pippin, forgetting his predicament for once over has excitement that he could correct Merry, "This is kind of fun, you know. Almost like . . ."
Merry was whispering prayers to anyone whoever was listening up there.
Elladan looked on in shock, "Oh, no! Please . . ."
The net dropped.
"For the love of . . ."cursed Elrohir, as he spun head first into the stream.
SPLASH!
The net rose again and moved back towards land. The elven rope slowly broke under the strain of two elves and a couple of hobbits (hey, there's a limit to everything, you know. Might have been a bit of shoddy workmanship . . . or imitation elven rope, you never know these days).
All four fell to the ground with a heavy THUD.
"Hah! That was your trap? Didn't even work probably judging by those little snickers we heard earlier," Elladan smirked with his brother, "You guys have no idea . . ." Elladan slowly trailed off as he realised there was more to come, judging by the half-worried, half-horrified, half-satisfied looks on the hobbits' faces which seemed to be slowly slipping into utter dread.
The brother's turned as one and was met by the most horrendous fate that could have befallen them. Limp in a pair of knives was their hair.
"My hair!" gasped Elrohir, grasping for his ponytail.
"You little . . ." Elladan was already onto the hobbits who still stood rigid in stark terror.
"RUN!" they both yelled together, in sync.
They raced through the garden with the sons of Elrond Half-Elven hot on their heels.
They ran around the centre tree, three times before the brother's split up, causing the hobbits to get frightened and turn around to end up smashing into each other.
CLUNK!
For a second the two hobbits stood dazed, and looked as if they were about to faint but soon recovered and ran for the hall, narrowly escaping the clutches of Elladan and Elrohir.
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A/N: All enjoy? I don't know if I should continue these "Adventures" of the pairs of mischief-makers. Any thoughts? I always like to hear a bit of feedback in my reviews . . . I mean, I don't usually get any with the first chapter. And that makes me sad. Very sad. I'm still trying to decide if I'll make this a one-off or anything.