Title: Unsupervised
Author: Anáwiel
Rating: U
Summery: The "boys" have been messing around for a while now and Elrond's had enough. What happens when he takes a short break to Mirkwood and more important can it be undone? (humor)
Disclaimer: Oh How I WISH it was mine (well one elf in particular anyway), unfortunately all I own is a copy of the books and the DVD's and a few posters, that's it, anything recognisable is not mine and never will be (but I can still dream can't I ?)
Authors note: I'm not sure if Thranduil is really the way I wrote him to be but I don't care this is the way I like him to be, sorry if I'm wrong but oh well it's written now…
Unsupervised
Chapter One
It was the beginning of a glorious sunny day in Rivendell. It was mid spring and all of the flowers were blooming and the birds were singing merrily in the trees. Lord Elrond was standing on his favourite balcony looking out over Imladris breathing in the clean sweet air and enjoying the early morning peace and quiet before…
"LEGOLAS THAT WASN'T FUNNY" a voice ripped through the peace accompanied by three musical elven voices laughing so hard it was a wonder their lungs were still intact. The lord of Imladris rolled his eyes and sighed
"Here we go again," he said to himself wearily as he turned to go back inside to find out what was wrong with his youngest son this time.
It had been like this for over a month now, ever since Aragorn and Legolas had returned from their latest escapades (both were uninjured, Lord Elrond had almost died of shock) and started to create havoc with the twins, the like of which had not been seen in Rivendell since Elladan and Elrohir were children.
The Elvenlord walked the vast halls of Imladris until he came to a door; behind this door was the source of a noise louder than 100 orcs crashing through the forest. Setting his face into his trademark 'You're in trouble now' scowl he opened the door onto a scene of anarchy. Aragorn was on one side of the room with most of the pillows mounted up around him, he was soaked to the bone and lobbing the pillow at the three helpless figures on the other side of the room, and frequently hitting at least one of them. The two identical raven-haired elves were standing, bent double with one arm around the others shoulder and pointing and laughing at their brother with the other hand. The fair-haired elf was the worst of the three of them. He was lying on his back on the floor next to the twins, holding his stomach with one hand while pointing at the rather irate human on the other side of the room and laughing hysterically, and there were pillows everywhere.
"What is going on in here?!" Elrond yelled over the noise. At the sound of the Elvenlord's voice the three elves brought themselves barely under control, Aragorn stopped throwing pillows and turned to look at his father.
"He started it!" he said as he pointed an accusing finger at the fair-haired elf who was still lying on the floor and looking as if he was about to start laughing again at any moment. At the accusation he feigned an innocent look that said 'who me?' which nearly set the twins off again, it was only the look their father sent their way that stopped them, the elder elf then shifted his attention back to his youngest son.
"Alright, how was it our guests fault this time?" he questioned.
"Our guest" Aragorn started, "decided that it would be funny to leave me to sleep in and then stand outside my door and yell so that I would wake up and run out, only to find that a huge bucket of water had been set up above my door so that as soon as I opened it I was soaked"
As Aragorn was explaining what had happened to him Legolas had risen and was now in a sitting position on the floor, but by the time Aragorn was finished the elven prince had dissolved into another fit of laughter and collapsed back to his previous position, which earned him a pillow in the face thrown from his friends side of the room. Instead of making him stop it only made the elf laugh harder, the twins by now were beyond help and were close to joining Legolas on the floor. Despite the mood the Lord of Imladris was trying his best to retain he couldn't help the small smile that was starting to spread across his face. He quickly composed himself, if only to avoid a pillow in the face, and made the decision he had been musing over on the balcony
"You four will turn me grey before my time" he started after the currant round of 'the great pillow wars' had finished.
"Four?!" Legolas said rather indignantly from his new sitting position on the floor next to the twins, who had given up the fight to remain standing long ago and were now sitting on the floor as well.
"Yes FOUR" Elrond replied "That's why I'm going to Mirkwood for a week or two, your fathers halls should be quiet without you there."
Legolas feigned an almost hurt look, which brought a smile to the elder elf's face.
"See Legolas, I told you you're as bad as Aragorn" Elladan said as he playfully jabbed Legolas in the ribs.
"I'm offended" Legolas retorted in a hurtful sarcastic tone while flashing a smile at Aragorn.
"What do you mean YOU'RE offended?!" Aragorn said in the same way while throwing a pillow at his best friend. Legolas was half expecting this but it still managed to catch him in the face. Legolas promptly picked up the pillow and lobbed it back, beginning round three of 'the great pillow wars'.
Elrond knew it was pointless to try and stop it and even more pointless to stay and risk getting caught in the middle of it, so he just rolled his eyes and left, closing the door on his way out.