A/N: Extra randomness due to watching The Emperor's New Groove. Talk about riveting.
So, Lego-lover was happy, and Legolas was amused for the moment by her, and the RaIF were searching like hounds for signs of Legolas, and Haldir was still weeping like a priss, and Glorfie was…well, who knows with that random one…
The twin sons of Peredhil (that is Elrond, kinda an ugly word for Elvish huh?) were off hunting in a very different part of this random wood. They were searching for any trace of orcs, forgetting that they had been annihilated during the War of the Ring. But these boys liked a good hunt, and elusive prey. They also liked Elvish wine.
"El, can you pass me the jugga drink?" Elladan asked.
"Drink. Riiiight." Elrohir lifted the strap over his head and handed the jug to his brother.
"Heavens to Betsy! And anyone else who wants to be heavensed too!" Elladan exclaimed.
"Pa does." Elrohir interjected. "What's the prob?"
"You friggin' scoffed alla the wine!" Elladan shouted in Elrohir's face. "Who do you think you are? Some kinda Prince?"
Elrohir shrugged. Then Glorfindel appeared randomly. (How else?) He stood next to Elladan.
"Sup dawg?" The brothers were way used to Glorfindel's randomness, so they did not jump in surprise.
"Fer some reason this punk thinks I'm not a Prince!" Elrohir stated, and abruptly sat down.
"I didn't say that!" Elladan retorted.
"Whoah! Boys, cool it. You know you always do things like this." He stopped. "Elrohir, are you drunk?"
Elrohir gained a slightly puzzled look. "Elves get drunk?" Elladan and Glorfindel shrugged. Elrohir shakily stood again. "I'm sooo happay." Then he fell over in a dead faint. Not the cheap sleep faints like some people get (Lego-lover from the first chapter), but a real dead faint. This means he was out for quite some time. Elladan and Glorfindel were thus obligated to carry him bodily out of the different part of the random wood into the part where they lived. All of the Elves of this time lived communally. They liked it that way apparently. Oh well. Glorfindel supported Elrohirs's upper body and Elladan his legs. Though Elves are tall, they are really mighty thin, and crappa strong, so Elladan and Glorfindel had no problems. Back at the home part of the random wood, they left Elrohir in the charge of the ever-so competent Maedhros.
Maedhros grinned when they arrived. It may have been a sardonic grin, but then again, it could jist have been the only way Maedros knew how to grin.
After leaving his twin, Elladan wandered around looking for someone else to hang with and maybe even continue hunting with; someone who would not friggin' scoff alla the wine. So Elladan searched for Legolas. Legolas was a proven lightweight. He could not hold more than a few ounces of Dorwinian wine, so he preferred not to drink at all. So Elladan searched. But he could not find Legolas. He whistled and called and searched in all of the normal places that Legolas hung out. He slipped into the pub, jist to check, and to pick up one for the road.
At the bar, on a stool with several pillows piled under him, sat random Pippin. Why was he not safe in the Shire with his beloved Diamond? We may never know, in fact it is likely that we will not.
"Yo Pip." Elladan greeted him and sat down next to him. "Howzit?"
Pippin sighed. "Is all good." He said, but his tone of voice indicated otherwise.
"Sup?" Elladan said, then decided against hearing one of Pippin's tragic stories, amusing as he was. "Have you seen Leggy? I need to find him. It's urgent."
Pippin, who was about to begin a tale of woe, blinked in surprise at the change of subject, "Uh…he was here several hours ago. But he did not have anything but a Coke. Jist talked to Gandalf about playing golf. Apparently Haldir refuses to play anymore, let alone come out in public."
"You've been here for several hours?" Elladan looked in amazement at the tiny hobbit.
Pip nodded happily.
"Uh…is Gandalf still here?"
Pip continued the head bobbing, and pointed to a dimly lit corner.
Elladan strode over and sat at the table that Gandalf occupied. Gandalf sat staring into space with his pipe lit and dribbling bits of smoke.
"Hey ol' Gandy." Elladan greeted him. "Heard you talked to Lego. Can you tell me where he went?" When Gandalf continued to stare, Elladan slapped the table in front of him. The sound startled the Wizard out of his reverie. (Now the question is: What in the name of the Valar is Gandalf doing still in Middle Earth? We will probably never know this either.) So, Gandalf jumped, dropping his pipe from his mouth.
"Oh, my dear boy." He said, peering at Elladan, and fumbling around for his lost pipe. "Elrohir! Good to see you. What was that you said about Legolas?"
Elladan did not correct Gandalf, the mixing up of himself and his twin was way to common an occurrence to bother him. "I was wondering where he was."
"Ah! I do believe he said he would go to a random flet and pout about loosing to Haldir at golf."
Elladan nodded, "Anything else?"
"Oh, I think he professed his undying love for me…Wait, no, that was Gollum a while back…anyway, yeah, that is all." He lapsed back into thought, his pipe spewing bits of smoke around the room.
Elladan left the pub in a hurry. Old Gandalf the Gay scared those pretty Elves.
Here we leave Elladan on Legolas' trail to reunite with Elrohir. As we well remember, the poor boy was trapped in the same room with an Elf of low repute. Now we really must ask the question: why the holy halibut is Maedhros here in this Eru-forsaken place? I mean, he was pretty much a baddie, and he killed himself. Mandos surely would not let him back. Yet here he is. Back to Elrohir, poor soul.
Maedhros held a branding iron in his left hand (we must remember that his right was singed off by a Silmaril.) This was a scary thing, but no one was watching Maedhros with his new patient, so he held a branding iron. I don't know if it was the proximity of the heat or the evil intent, but Elrohir woke suddenly from his dead faint, not an easy thing to do. He sat bolt upright and drew his knife crappa fast from under his cloak.
"Don't touch me!" He yelled. He did not recognize the Elf, as he was tons of thousands of years younger that that, but he sure did not want that red-hot poker any nearer. Maedhros laughed at the puny blade and brandished his sizeable and glowing brand. Elrohir backed up and just-as-crappa fast sheathed his knife and drew his hunting bow and an arrow.
"From above the wicked shall receive their just rewards." He stated, then a puzzled look crossed his face. "Or from across the room." He nodded to emphasize his point.
Maedhros dropped the brand to the grass covered floor, and of course it instantly started a fire. Dumb Elves and their hippieshness. Elrohir and Maedhros made it out of the building using different routes. Elrohir leaped out a window, while Maedhros climbed the rafters and cut a quick hole in the roof.
"Dang you man! Pa's gonna be so mad about that hole!" Elrohir shouted to Maedhros over the roar of the flames.
"Aw, he won't even be able to tell after the fire's out." Maedhros grinned.
"Yeah. I guess so. He sure is gonna be mad about that though. PA!" Elrond suddenly appeared beside Elrohir (yes, back from the undying lands and all.)
"Sup, Son?" He placed a hand on Elrohir's shoulder. "Is something burning?" He sniffed the air. "My dead faint house!" He exclaimed. "Who is behind this?" He and Elrohir glanced around, but Maedhros was long gone. They do now know where he went, but, considering his undying love for very hot heat, it is believed that he threw himself back into the blaze to escape punishment. Dang 'im. I think Elrond said something like: "I will enjoy watching you die…"
A/N: Whee! What fun! I really enjoy being random. It takes no thought at all. It comes so naturally…yeah, definitely more to come. I like this. Please tell me you do. PS, sorry no Lego in this one…I can only stand so much of him. So kudos to anyone who figures out alla the places I quoted or referred to other movies.