A/N: This is just a cute, fun little chapter, that is sorta an inside joke because I had half of it happen in a dream and my best friend had the other half happen in her dream, so it was pretty weird but pretty funny, and I hope you all like it.
luv always
meg aka dramaqueen
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)Elrohir(
"Will you come on?" I said in aggravation, beckoning the others to come up behind us. Elladan cantered Maethor, his horse, up beside mine and I said between clenched teeth, "What the fuck is taking them so long?"
Elladan shrugged and turned his horse around. "You all do realize that if we wait any longer we'll be riding in the dark and will probably end up traveling into the Shire," said Elladan, almost like a threat.
"Shove it up your ass, Elladan. We're coming for Irmo's sake!" shouted Larien from within the stable.
"Just hurry up," I growled, exasperated.
Larien came out, mounted on the front of Eirien, Éomer trotting his horse behind hers. "Elrohir, can you come here for a moment, please?"
I trotted Magor up beside her. "What do you want?"
"I found something that belongs to you," she said quietly.
"What- uh fuck!" I cursed as she slapped me across the face with the back of her hand. "What the hell was that for?" I demanded.
"For being an asshole!" she retorted.
"All right," I answered, clutching my cheek. "Just remind me not to mess with you again because you have some good bitch-slap!"
"Damn right," she replied, flexing the fingers of her right hand. Then she turned around and yelled into the stable, "Come on!"
"Okay okay okay! Let's go!" screamed Legolas as he clicked his heels against Annûn's thighs, forcing the stallion to run.
"Race you to Imladris!" Elladan screamed.
"Ayah," I ordered Magor, closing my legs in against his stomach.
Larien, Maranwë, Éomer, Boromir, and Aragorn, followed us right on our tails, and we raced through the dawn, into the afternoon, and by the next morning we were upon Rivendell.
)Glorfindel(
I leaned against the ivory railing as the sun peeked over the horizon. I saw the blonde strands of my hair flow about in the wind against the backdrop of the numerous waterfalls, but something else caught my eye. I noticed the figures of the twins riding their horses over the bridge. A blonde elf was not far behind him, and two dark-haired elleths skidded in the dirt as they stopped abruptly behind the man whom I realized was the Prince of Mirkwood. He helped both maidens down as three Men, yes, this time I was sure they were Men, forced up a cloud of dust behind them.
Curious, I thought. I've never seen such an odd display.
I walked out toward the Imladris gate and recognized all of them as I got closer. It was the twins and Legolas as I had seen, but now I saw that the Men were Boromir of Gondor, Éomer of Rohan, and Estel, and the elleths were Larien and Maranwë, whom I had to assume were around... seven hundred and seventy five at least?
The three Men were panting furiously, and even the five elves appeared exhausted. I looked at them in curiosity.
Larien glared at Legolas, Elladan, and Elrohir. "That was totally unfair! You three got a head start!"
"Sore loser," the three princes said together
Larien stuck up her middle finger at them.
"Did you all race non-stop to here from Edoras?" I questioned, surprised.
"Yeah, because these three are just assholes," Larien snapped. Then her gaze turned to me momentarily. "Oh, hi Glorfindel."
"Edoras is a three day ride from here!" I said.
"You'd be surprised how much ground you can cover when you're running from someone who can bitch-slap you so hard it feels like she rips your cheek off," countered Elrohir. Larien smiled angelically.
I rolled my eyes.
Maranwë looked to Éomer. "Are you all right?"
Éomer coughed. "Yea, I'll-" he wheezed, "be fine. Just give me a second."
That instant, another elleth ran into the clearing. "Elladan!" she cried in ecstasy, running into his arms. He smiled like he was on top of the world.
It took me no less than a moment to figure out that it was Hithil, considering that he began kissing her passionately.
He broke off from her and laced his fingers between hers, then introduced her to the group, "Oh, yeah, everybody, this is Hithil. Hithil, this is everybody."
"Well you eight certainly have worked up an appetite, it appears," I commented. My eyes grazed over them, looking at the dried mud on the legs of their horses, the tears on the fabric that hid their legs, and the red coloring to their faces, even if it was only a light pink of the elves. "Lord Elrond has anticipated your arrival and has set up food in the courtyard. We have already eaten, so go enjoy yourselves." I looked at the twins. "Your parents, Erestor, and I will be in the conference hall if you need anything."
"Hannon lle, Glorfindel," said Elrohir as they all walked up the marble steps under thin, connecting gazebos that would bring them to the courtyard. I walked the opposite way down the corridor to the conference room where Master Elrond, Lady Celebrían, and Erestor were already seated.
)Larien(
We walked into the courtyard in amazement, gazing in wonder at the mounds of food that sat upon the table. Arwen then walked in and everyone but Hithil and the twins ran over to greet her. Estel kissed her tentatively and we all conversed lightly for aminute or two before turning around to sit down and eat.
When we looked back, we saw Hithil in Elladan's arms again, both of them giggling, but Elrohir was chuckling as well, so they must just have been happy to be home, we all surmised.
"Lembas!" I cried, looking at the platter on the elaborately decorated table. "I haven't had lembas bread in centuries!" I quickly grabbed a piece after Maranwë and Legolas had taken one. Estel took a piece reluctantly, as did Éomer and Boromir.
I looked at the twins and Hithil who had not yet taken anything.
Legolas must have been as instantly suspicious as I was, for he asked the same question that was on my mind. "Why don't the three of you eat some?"
"We figured that the guests should eat first," Elrohir said.
"We have taken some, yet you have nothing," Boromir said.
"Fine," said Elladan, the three of them reaching for slices from the bottom of the pile. Arwen then took one off the top, eyeing her brothers skeptically. I exchanged a suspicious look with Estel who shrugged.
Maybe they were just trying to be polite since Elrond was in the next room, or maybe they had cooked up a plan- the more likely choice.
"Go on," said Hithil. "Eat."
As if attached by strings to an invisible puppeteer, Boromir, Legolas, Maranwë, Éomer, Arwen, Estel, and I all took small bites at the same time. It took only a moment for the bread to begin to burn in our mouths and we all spit out the lembas in unison.
Elladan, Hithil, and Elrohir had already broken into hysterical laughter by now.
"I should have known we couldn't trust you," I exclaimed, ready to scream. "What did you put in that?"
Elrohir, still laughing so hard he was crying, took out a small bottle of hot sauce from his tunic pocket. I ran to the other side of the table after them. Maranwë followed me in hot pursuit and the rest were right on our tails.
)Glorfindel(
Lord Elrond was sitting with Erestor, Lady Celebrían, and myself, speaking about the group that was visiting Imladris with the boys.
"Anwe," he admitted, "Im naa girith sen' hain ugaro hurt Elladan ar Elrohir i na. Nienna isto sen' i gwanûn innas cared i menea neth bronio ab lalaithea hîn." Actually, I'm surprised that they all haven't killed Elladan and Elrohir yet. Nienna knows that the twins will make the young ones endure their latest practical jokes
"Uthrena, hîr nîn," I began, an optimistic tone in my voice. "Maer nautha." Perhaps not, my Lord. Think positively
"Glorfindel, Im weera," said Lady Celebrían, nodding. "Im nautha pân o hain naa anwe gwanetien maer." I agree. I think all of them are getting along quite well
As soon as the last word escaped her mouth, the twins and Hithil, laughing like all hell, ran down the hall, past us so fast that a breeze ruffled out clothes, and down through the garden.
Larien ran by, screaming at the top of her lungs, "Wait until I get my hands on you! I'm going to teach you the meaning of pain!"
Maranwë hollered, "You jackasses! You're going to pay for that!" as she raced by.
Legolas sped past, shouting, "Lye innas noro! Im naa bediea an gurth lye!" You better run! I'm going to kill you!
Arwen passed and yelled, "Wait until Ada and Naneth find out, you two! They'll kill you if I don't get to you first!"
Boromir and Éomer were still spitting out remnants of bread from their mouths as Estel yelled, "You freaks of nature! When I catch you, I'll hit you so hard that Lord Celeborn will feel it!"
Celebrían smiled at Elrond. "Tíra? Im nautha hain naa gwanetien maer, avon lle?"See? I think they are getting along well, don't you
Elrond just gave her an incredulous look. Erestor coughed to cover up a chuckle.
. : .Needless to say, the boys avoided Elrond for much of the day to evade or at least prolong evasion of their punishment from their father. Everyone else was given their After unpacking what little possessions they had brought, a few of them walked through the garden, but until nightfall, they seemed to unintentionally elude each other. Except for Elrohir and Elladan, who Elrond later apprehended and tossed into their rooms . : .
)Hithil(
"Ada, it was just a bit of fun!" Elladan protested.
"Yeah, it didn't hurt anybody!" insisted Elrohir.
"No excuses," Elrond said harshly. He gave the twins a menacing stare, angling both his eyebrows downward- the look that seemed to endure as his trademark.
"But Ada," Elrohir and Elladan said at once.
"No 'but Ada's either. Now I'm telling you both, leave everyone alone tomorrow and keep yourselves out of trouble."
"I thought punishments couldn't include impossible tasks," said Elrohir.
Elladan, elbowing his twin quickly, put in, "We'll go easier tomorrow, Ada." "You both better, or I'll get your mother involved, and two heads come up with better punishments than one. Good night," Elrond spat before shutting the door. Then he instantly opened right back. "Elrohir, your own room."
"He's not Elrohir, I am!" said one twin.
"You calls yourself our father and you can't even tell us apart?" said the other.
"Oh, sorry Elladan," the Lord of Rivendell said quickly.
One got up from the bed. "Only joking- I am Elrohir." Elrond smacked him in the back of the head on the way out. "Ouch!"
Elladan walked out to the balcony door, swinging it open and taking in the light mist from the waterfall outside his bedchamber. "He's gone," he seemingly said to the night. "You can come in now." He turned back and sat in an armchair in the corner. I came in and sat on his bed two seconds later.
"How bad was it?" I asked, fiddling with a tiny unlit candle on his nightstand, reclining back onto the mattress.
"Not that bad, actually, considering Ada's normal behavior when it comes to us playing pranks."
"Really?" I questioned, looking at him squarely. He nodded. "Shouldn't he be used to you and Elrohir playing all these practical jokes by now?"
He grinned and said, "I would have hoped so, but apparently not."
I lay back on his bed. "But listen, Hithil. I have an idea for what we can do tomorrow," he murmured, walking over and laying beside me on the bed. He whispered his idea in my ear and I only interrupted to hum my understanding. When he was done, he pulled back and grinned slyly.
"Oh, Elladan," I said. "That's brilliant."
His grin widened. "Isn't it, though?"
"They'll never suspect a thing," I replied, grinning almost as widely as he was. "I knew I was dating the smart one."
He smiled lovingly and leaned down, kissing me softly at first but escalating to passionately insistent quickly.
I sighed and moaned ceaselessly and he began tugging at my dress in response. "Elladan!" I giggled, tearing my mouth from his, but he, not taking 'no' for an answer, went to attack my neck, unlacing my ribbons in the process.
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