Chapter Two: Departures
Erestor woke late the next morning on account of his Quenya translations. Bleary-eyed, he made his way to the kitchen and poured himself some tea. He watched grudgingly as all of Imladris readied themselves to leave, saddling their horses, checking travel bags. He put down his teacup and massaged his temples. This was going to be a long couple of days.
"Somfig wong," said a voice behind him.
"What?" Erestor asked, irritated. He was not in the mood to deal with Glorfindel this morning.
"I asked if something was wrong." It was Lindir. Erestor shook his head. That blasted peanut butter again!
"I would say something's wrong!" Erestor exclaimed, whirling around, robes fluttering. "I have to deal with those twin terrors for the next two days!"
"Well, why don't you try talking to Lord Elrond again?" Lindir suggested.
"I will!" Erestor stalked out of the kitchen.
"You forgot your tea!" Lindir called after him.
"I don't want it!"
Lindir looked at the cup, shrugged, and followed after the advisor.
He found him in Elrond's room.
"I don't believe this!" Erestor cried, holding a crumpled note in his hands.
"Don't believe what?" Lindir asked from beside him.
"This!" Erestor flung the parchment at him, and Lindir, having finally abandoned his peanut butter jar, caught it clumsily. He smoothed it out and began reading.
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Sorry, 'Stor, but I headed out early! I knew you'd be here to try to change my mind, but I beat you!
Your Evil Lord and Leader,
Elrond
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
"I don't believe it either," Lindir said, dropping the letter in shock.
"I'm getting Glorfindel," Erestor announced. He dashed out of Elrond's room and down the hall. Sighing, Lindir followed him, but not before he'd reunited with his JIF. He was going to need some sort of comfort when this was through.
He found the advisor in Glorfindel's room, blustering at the golden-haired Elf, who'd taken quite vainly to that title, and was brushing out his lengthy tresses for the third time that morning.
"Would you put down that brush?" Erestor shouted.
"Fine, fine," Glorfindel muttered, setting the brush on his bedside table. "Happy?"
"Oh, forget it! You didn't hear a word I said anyway, did you?"
"Nope," Glorfindel said cheerfully, now carefully braiding his hair.
Erestor stumbled to the doorway, clutching onto it for dear life. "Elladan, Elrohir!" he called, savoring his last few moments of freedom.
"What is it, Uncle 'Stor?" the twins asked sweetly in unison as they stepped into the room.
Erestor shivered. He hated when they talked at the same time. "How many times must I tell you not to call me 'Uncle 'Stor'?" he demanded. "It's Erestor, Erestor!"
"Sorry, Erestor," Elrohir said. Or was it Elladan? "We were only – "
" – Trying to be polite," the other finished. "What was it – "
" – You wanted?"
Erestor shivered again. It was even worse when they completed each other's sentences. "Your father has gone to Lothlorien for a meeting along with the entire population of Imladris, excluding us," the advisor said, gesturing to the small group they'd become. The twins were gazing at him in phony innocence, Glorfindel was humming and pinning a braid daintily to the back of his head, and Lindir was sucking on a spoon of peanut butter. How pathetic, he thought.
"So you want to tell us – "
" – That we have to behave."
"Exactly," Erestor said.
"Very well, Erestor," one twin said. "We'll be – "
" – In the kitchen, making ourselves breakfast."
The twins hurried optimistically down the hallway, practically skipping.
"Did you hear that?" Erestor asked in astonishment, turning to the other adult Elves.
Lindir nodded. Glorfindel twisted in his seat, looking at him blankly. "What?"
"I asked if you heard what those Elflings said."
"Nope," Glorfindel told him, looking back at the mirror.
Erestor related the conversation.
When he was finished, Glorfindel was staring at him in disbelief.
"They said that? They actually agreed to be good?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Then they're most likely up to no good," the other advisor confirmed, turning back to his mirror.
"Aren't you coming to see what it is?" Erestor asked.
"Nope."
"I can't believe this!" Erestor threw his hands up in the air and stalked down the corridor after the twins.
Lindir and Glorfindel were left alone in the room.
After a few moments, Glorfindel looked at Lindir, who was hovering over his shoulder. "Do you mind?"
"Off corth noot," Lindir replied.
"What?"
"Of course not."
"What are you eating?" Glorfindel asked, wrinkling his perfect nose in distaste.
"Peanut butter," Lindir said, then put the spoon back in his mouth. He didn't want any of that "penud budda" nonsense again.
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