Avalon Estel: Oh yes,definitely AU. Somehow I don't think this would work without it being AU. Congrats, you got first reviewer!
The7bells: Wow, you have a weak stomach. I am proud to say I did not get sick doing this.Actually the last time I got sick was from the smell of formaldahyde when dissecting... never mind.
Haldir's Heart and Soul: Thanks!
steelelf: Wow! I got a favorites! Me happy. Glad you enjoyed, and I managed to fit the stuff in without extensive research. :)
45 Minutes Later
Elrohir threw down the washcloth in disgust, working his temple with a wet hand. He had tried everything! He had scrubbed the jar as hard as his Elven muscles allowed, worked at it with scalding water, and washed it with a strange concoction that had been a gift from Gandalf, that the old wizard called "antibacterial soap." Odd, but it often worked. This time, however, boiling water and wizard's magic had come to no avail. The jar still stank.
Celebrían walked back in, now that the smell had cleared somewhat. At least, it was no longer a suffocating fog. "How is it coming, Elrohir?" Elrohir looked up at her with a sarcastic grin and a glaringly fake laugh.
"Absolutely wonderful, Naneth! Not a problem with getting the smell out of this at all. It has come completely clean already. I am only sitting her scrubbing at it because I am bored and have no other things to do." He dropped the grin and put his head between his knees, groaning in despair. "It's hopeless!" Celebrían frowned, taking the jar from the washbasin.
"Now, Elrohir, it can't possibly be as horrible as all that. Here, see-" She leaned forward and sniffed at the jar, then reeled back with a look of shock. She placed the jar firmly back in front of Elrohir with a disconcerted laugh. "I was wrong. It is that horrible. Get back to it." Elrohir groaned.
"Have pity on a dying Elfling, Naneth, please! I beg you!" She shook her head and exited the room again. A moment later she was back, with a small wooden box only slightly bigger than her hand.
"Here, try this. It's something I use for baking, but it's also a good remedy for getting the smell out of things. With that, though, I do not know." Elrohir took it from her and and opened it, unfastening the small clasp and lifting the lid cautiously. Inside was a white powder that looked a bit like salt.
"Ah... Naneth, what do you expect me to do with this? If you're going to give me something like this- which I thank you immensely for- at least tell me how to use it!" Celebrían smiled.
"Just fill the jar again and put some of that in it. Don't go using it all, now. Baking soda is very useful for more than just destinking jars, so I'll need it. But that and a little elbow grease should help." Elrohir rolled his eyes. He was growing immensely tired of the words "elbow grease." But he did as he was told, filling the jar with hot water and mixing the water with the powder. Then he went back to scrubbing it. His arms were killing him, but his mother's watchful eyes- both the ones in her sockets and the ones she seemed to have on the back of her head- kept him from stopping even for a moment.
Later, after a long time scrubbing at the jar, Elrohir emptied the milky-white water out of the jar and performed a hesitant sniff test. He nearly screamed. The smell still lingered. Celebrían, seeing his expression, stuck her head out the door of the kitchen. "Elrond, meleth-nín, would you come here?" Elrohir began to be frightened. What was she going to do to him? Or have his father do to him? Elrond walked in and smiled in amusement at his son. "Elrond, Elrohir needs some help with this. Do you have any advice?" Elrond considered.
"Wait just a moment, I will be back. I believe I have something that could help." Within moments he was back, carrying a small dark object. He handed it to Elrohir and waited for a reaction.
Elrohir curled up his lip. "Uh, Ada, what is this? It feels like- like metal or something." Elrond nodded.
"It is. Or rather, a blend of fine steel wires twisted together, along with quite a few other things that help it to achieve an overall rough quality that makes it perfect for scrubbing. Far superior to a simple cloth." Elrond always seemed to be a bit too proper about the simplest things.
"So... it's a scrubber? Hannon le, Ada. Let's see if it works." He went to work scrubbing, sure that, if his father suggested it, it would work.
Half an hour later
He was wrong. That was all there was to it. Elrond's remedy did not work, not in combination with Gandalf's concoction, his mother's baking soda, and scalding water. It was completely and totally hopeless. The smell was a bit less, but not by much. His arms ached, his head hurt from the smell, his fingers were wrinkling from the water, and he was sick and tired of scrubbing. He set the jar down in disgust and walked out to where his father and mother sat reading. "Ada, Naneth?" They looked up, amusement flickering on both their faces. "I cannot do it. Help me, please! I'm going to collapse if I have to deal with it a moment longer. It's better, but..." Celebrían nodded.
"Very well. For tonight, you may go to bed. Put water and some of Gandalf's formula into the jar and let it sit overnight. Tomorrow, though, do not expect me to let it slip from my mind. Goodnight, ion nín." After saying goodnight to his father and mother, Elrohir completed the instructions his mother had given him and went to bed. He hoped frantically that for once his mother's Elven memory would fail, or she would have a strange bout of mercy. If not, it would be a dreary, miserable week.
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