Title: Unsupervised

Author: Anáwiel

Rating: U

Okay, before I go any further I think I should explain one or two things 'cause it's gonna get kinda strange. This story was written a few years ago now in response to a challenge on another website I'm a member of that only has stories concerning Legolas and Aragorn's friendship. This challenge involved witting a story that had to contain at least one of the following things.

1.Legolas gets a haircut

2.Aragorn gets a tattoo

3.Thranduil beats up Elrond in a fair fight

4.The twins get insulted and they have to respond

So what do i do? Include them all naturally. (the tattoo was when Legolas wrote on his face incase you were trying to figure out where that one is...i kinda figured that in Middle Earth they wouldn't have that many tattoo parlors and I was too scared to give him something that perminant) and the fight is coming in this chapter. Enjoy

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…

Chapter 8

At first light the next day Elrond and Thranduil set off with the elves that had come with Elrond from Rivendell and a few from Mirkwood to act as Thranduil's guard. The journey itself was uneventful except for that one little fight, well , it wasn't really a fight, more a childish disagreement.

It happened as they neared Rivendell, they had made camp for the night and were expecting arrive by sunset the next day. After the camp was settled and everyone had been fed beds began to be put down and slowly the camp retired and feel asleep. At this point it was discovered that one of the two comfortable blankets had been lost, which meant that one of the elf lords would have to go without.

"I believe I should have it"

"No it's my turn"

"Well I am a king so I should get it"

"So am I in my own right, besides that's not a very good reason"

"Well too bad, I'm taking it"

With that statement Thranduil believed that the argument was won, until the handful of wet leaves hit him in the back of the head. Proving once and for all that Legolas inherited at least a little of his sense of humour and mannerisms from his father, Thranduil picked up a handful of wet leaves and mud and threw it back at the raven haired elf lord. Ten minutes later, after a fight that would have put the twins, Estel and Legolas to shame, a rather muddy and leaf covered Thranduil settled down on the blanket he had won in combat while an even more muddy and leaf covered Elrond settles down on his soft bed of (rather ironically) leaves. One fell asleep with a small slightly smug smile on his face. The other fell asleep plotting some sort of revenge. Neither knowing just how closely they were mimicking their children at that moment.

The next day Elrond got the chance to exact his revenge, all be it a rather childish revenge but it would be payback all the same. All had been normal until lunch, they had been talking and acting the same as always lulling Thranduil into a false sense of security. They stopped for lunch beside a small lake and when he was finished eating first and decided to go for a short walk around the lake while he waited for everyone else to finish eating, so he didn't se Elrond finish and sneak behind him. Thranduil was walking slowly around the lake while Elrond crept silently behind him waiting for his opportunity. It finally came when Thranduil paused to admire the view from this side of the lake, Elrond braced himself then bolted from behind the tree he had concealed himself behind, right at the king of Mirkwood. Thranduil had no time to move before Elrond hit him, all he managed to do was grab a handful of Elrond's shirt as he fell taking the lord of Imladris into the warm waters with him.

The guards that the Elder elves had left back at the camp heard the splash followed by the laughter as their lords resurfaced, then a lot of splashing as they once again put their children to shame with their water fight.

A short while later two dripping wet , laughing Elf lords walked back into camp with one arm around the others shoulders, a truce having been called between them, the guards merely smiled, having known their lords for as long as they had, they had become accustomed to them acting more like their children then the powerful elves they were. Elrond and Thranduil were offered towels, blankets and a change of clothes before they set off for Rivendell again.