Holiday Havoc

A/N: Thanks everyone! I'm glad you all like it! First, to Hildegard the Short (I agree that if they want to commercialize, at least wait till it's closer to the holiday), matrixelf (Glad you like it!), Hanna M (I never knew someone of your religion, either!), Aranel3 (Agreed!), swee-haret179 (as usual, glad to have you!), LilStripedTomato (My goodness! A Santa double?! GLORFY?! Maybe you need to lay off the decaf! J/k!), Ithiliel Silverquill (Well, mostly it's 'cause soft rock's my favorite kind of music next to eighties which they also invaded!. And Tchaikovsky's good for you! It's been proven! Well, maybe not…But Tchaikovsky and Beethoven, and Yanni, and all those other composers ROCK!), Miss Piratess (Oh dear's right!), Erestor (If they play Delilah on the weeknights, then we most likely do.), Kalayna (Yes, it is!), and Malara (You're welcome! You deserve it!)! I really appreciate everyone's enthusiasm and unbiased comments. I was afraid some jerk would say something rude…But thankfully, no one did, so I'm happy. Please, if anyone reviews, don't curse.

Chapter Two: More Interruptions

"Finished!" Erestor proclaimed, slamming shut his file drawer. He sighed, pulled off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes. "What a day…" Glorfindel hadn't bothered him yet that day, two weeks after the first incident, but then the last time he'd thought he was safe from Glorfindel, the stupid Elf had stormed his office and dropped Santa hats on him. Erestor sighed and leaned his head back.

Just then, something very solid and very wet shattered across the back of his head. He quickly reached back and grabbed a handful of snow. A childish giggling drifted in through his open window. "Glorfindel," the advisor muttered, suddenly enraged. The idiot Elf wasn't going to get away with this! He turned and flew to the window behind him. The winter gales caught up his hair and blew it around, making him look like one angry Elf, indeed. "Glorfindel!" he roared.

Glorfindel looked at him in shock, stiffening and dropping the snowball he had been rolling. "Uh…hey, Stor!" he called, and waved at the infuriated advisor.

Suddenly, Elrond's twin sons Elladan and Elrohir ran across the snow-covered ground. They were carrying a large evergreen tree on their shoulders. At first, Erestor didn't see them, but then they got closer…much closer…too close –

WHAM!

One minute, Glorfindel had been standing and staring at Erestor in horror, and the next, he was lying on the snow, dazed, with the twins calling, "Sorry, Glor!" as they ran back into the Last Homely House.

Erestor shook his head in disgust and went back into his office. Exhausted, he decided to take a long nap, so he headed to his room.

"Erestor?"

Erestor grunted and turned over, pulling the quilt over his face.

"Hey, Erestor!"

The advisor wasn't ready to wake up. "Go away, whoever you are," he muttered. "Leave me alone."

"But, Stor, you've been asleep for three hours!"

Erestor threw the blanket off his face. There was only one person who called him "Stor". "Glorfindel, get away from me."

"Lindir's performing later," Glorfindel said, prodding his chest. The golden-haired Elf still wore his mittens and fur-trimmed cloak, and a bright green scarf had been wrapped around his neck. He was bending over Erestor with a blinding smile on his face.

"I don't care if Lindir's jumping off a waterfall!" Erestor shouted. "Go away!" He then pulled the blanket back over his head and rolled over.

"Stor, that's pretty cruel."

Erestor shot up. "Get out of my room, Glorfindel!" he cried.

Glorfindel smiled and shrugged, then headed out the door. He stopped abruptly and looked back at Erestor. "I had brought you something," he said off-handedly.

"And what would that be?" Erestor asked, narrowing his eyes in fury at the Elf.

"This!" Glorfindel yelled, and before Erestor could react, he pulled a snowball out of the pocket of his cloak and threw it squarely at Erestor's face. He ran off like a lunatic, laughing all the way.

That was the last straw for Erestor.

"I'm going to kill you, Glorfindel!" he cried, running out of his room, his hair undone and robes flying. Glorfindel was far ahead of him. The Balrog-slayer may have been an idiot, but he could run.

"Excuse me!" Glorfindel called, ducking around a group of Elves who were busily singing Christmas carols.

"Oh, Valar!" Erestor said in exasperation. He tried to push his way through the singing Elves, but it was to no avail. They wouldn't budge.

"…We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year!" they sang, completely ignoring the poor Elf's attempts to break through them. They were more resolute to keep him from getting through than the soldiers in the Last Alliance. Glorfindel had paid them to hold him up, and they were intent on keeping their end of the bargain. They burst into a strong rendition of "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer".

Erestor yanked a songbook out of one of the choir-Elves' hands. "Do you nutcases even know what a reindeer is?" he demanded.

"Give me that!" the Elf cried, snatching back her songbook. She stuck her nose up in the air and tramped off, leaving the Elven choir behind. Her leaving made a breach in the wall, and Erestor quickly took advantage of the situation, forcing himself through the ranks. "Ha ha!" he threw back triumphantly as he followed Glorfindel's trail of melted snow.

He finally caught up with the Elf-lord, who was hurriedly building a snow fort. He hadn't noticed Erestor, so the advisor began to make a small pile of snowballs. He tiptoed up to where Glorfindel sat, smoothing the top of his wall, and began to shower the Vanya with icy missiles. Glorfindel screamed and abandoned his post, running to avoid being hitby the snowballs.

Erestor chased him right through the doors of Imladris, throwing his last three snowballs at Glorfindel. He didn't see the box of decorations until it was too late, and by then he was lying on the ground, covered in wreaths, plastic candy canes, colorful sashes, and tinsel.

"Oops, sorry, Erestor," Elladan said from above him.

"Yeah," Elrohir agreed, nodding. "Maybe we shouldn't have put the box right in front of the door."

"No, you think?" Erestor asked sarcastically, getting to his feet and brushing stray tinsel from his dark robes. "Christmas is evil," he murmured. "And Glorfindel will pay!"

A/N: Poor Erestor! What have I done to you?? Oh, well. It's funny, anyway. Please review!