Chapter 4: Pillow Fight

At first Haldir was wise. He attempted to get the blanket without moving as much as possible, so that he would not damage his foot and make the healing process longer.

But that idea had to be scratched, it did not work at all. He could not even touch his own toes, let alone the end on the bed. Haldir then made his best attempts to scoot forwards without hurting his leg. That only made the blanket fall off the bed.

So Haldir, ignoring the pain in his foot, flipped onto his belly and dragged himself across the bed. Haldir pulled himself forwards until his whole upper body was off the bed and grabbing the soft blanket, cuddling it in his arms, enjoying his cuddle time until he realised that he could not get off, and he knew Illiendal would be furious if she found him hanging off the bed like he was.

Illiendal entered with the chess game to find Haldir dangling off the bed.

"Haldir!" Illiendal gave Haldir a slap on his backside, which made Haldir yelp since he had not expected it, before she carefully helped him onto the bed in a sitting position.

"What was that about Haldir? You know you have to be careful!" Illiendal said as she set the chessboard up near Haldir.

"I wanted to have the blanket." Haldir pointed to the soft blanket that fell on the floor when Illiendal had given him a smack.

"Oh Haldir." Illiendal brought the blanket over to her husband and kissed him on his cheek.

"I wanna be white." Haldir said to his wife. Illiendal nodded her head.

"Certainly, would you help me set up the board?" Illiendal asked her husband. Haldir sighed.

"Can't remember how it goes. Me stupid."

"Aw elfling, don't put yourself down." Illiendal pat her husband on his head.

"Illiendal… We hafta make an agreement." Haldir said, having great difficulty pronouncing the word agreement. It sounded as if he said green mint.

"What is this agreement, Haldir?" Illiendal asked as she continued setting up the board.

"I don't want us to ever spank our elfling… Ever. It hurts a lot and I don't like it… Do you agree?" Haldir asked. Illiendal nodded.

"That is a fair agreement Haldir. I do not think spanking a child is very fair at all…"

"But… You spanked me!" Haldir exclaimed angrily.

"Yes, but… You're different. Inside you're an adult and my husband, not my child." Haldir had to admit that was true and maybe if he had been older he would have enjoyed his smacking.

"I suppose, but I'm going to have to get you back for doing this to me as an elfling. Just wait until I'm the bigger one again!"

"Well I am acting as your mother now Haldir, and I can choose not to let you grow bigger than me if I wanted to, as long as you do not find some potion to bring you back to the way you where before." Illiendal said.

"How can you stop me from growing bigger?" Haldir asked as the game began.

"If I don't let you have any milk or work out at all chances are you wont grow to be as strong as you where before your encounter with Sauron. But don't worry Haldir, I would not do that, I need my big strapping husband back as soon as possible." Illiendal said.

Haldir smiled and nodded, making a second move.

In the end, Illiendal let Haldir win just to make him feel bigger than he really was at the moment.

So Haldir passed a day on the bed like he was, playing simple games with his wife until finally a healer came to remove the bandaging off Haldir's leg.

Once Haldir was freed of the bandaging he decided he wanted to have a pillow fight. He recalled countless pillow fights with Orophin and he loved having them so much.

"Illiendal, do you know what a pillow fight is?" Haldir asked stupidly.

"Of course I do! I have three idiotic brothers!" Illiendal gasped when Haldir threw a pillow at her, hitting her in her face.

"You little monster of a husband!" Illiendal said as she laughed, grabbed a pillow and hitting Haldir with it.

"Hey!" Haldir giggled, ducking under the bed to escape the pillow that Illiendal threw. Illiendal could only get her head and arms under their bed so stuck her hands under and tried to grab her husband. Haldir only bit her fingers and ran out from under the bed, grabbing a pillow off the floor on his way and shooting it at Illiendal.

"Come here you!" Illiendal ran through the halls, chasing the excited elfling. Unlucky for Illiendal, Haldir was small and quick and could easily slide under tables and turn the corners quickly. So when Rumil was innocently walking down the halls (for Rumil and Orophin often paid the couple unexpected visits) Haldir slid under his brother's long legs but Illiendal and Rumil collided.

"Rumil, why are you here?" Rumil and Illiendal where now very close, noses touching.

"Came to pester Haldir, and to let you know that my wound is healing very quickly and soon I will be able to remove the bandaging… Soon!" Rumil smiled, pulling his face a bit away from his sister-in-law's.

"Hello! Pay attention to meeee!" Haldir pleaded, throwing a pillow at Rumil's backside. Rumil turned around and glared at Haldir.

"Eep!" Haldir ran away quickly, now out of pillows. He headed towards the guest room where he knew he would find pillows.

"Stay back! I have a pillow!" Haldir grabbed what he thought was a pillow and screeched when his 'pillow' moaned.

"That's Orophin, silly!" Rumil could not help but snort when Haldir pulled out a handful of Orophin's hair accidentally.

"Hey!" Orophin yelped, sitting up. Haldir jumped off the bed in a hurry and hid behind Illiendal as Orophin grumpily awoke.

"You know, when our baby is born I don't want you two just walking in our home like you do. You could wake the child when it sleeps or scare the child when it's older." Illiendal said as she picked up Haldir before Orophin could throttle him.

"So what brings you both here anyhow, or is this just one of your random excuses to sleep in the guest bed?" Illiendal asked.

"Well I for one wanted to bother my… little brother… And Orophin basically… Yep… he just wanted to sleep in your guest bed. Can you blame him though? I mean, you may be used to it but I have certainly not slept on royal Mirkwood bed sheets like these!" Rumil picked up one of the soft sheets from the bed.

"Rumil, don't bother Haldir, that is just cruel! Haldir is having trouble coping with this." Illiendal said.

"Well as long as Haldir is a baby again, he should at least have his brothers to accompany him! May we have him for an hour or so?" Rumil asked. Haldir was scared to know what his brothers wanted to do to him so buried his face in his wife's neck.

"To do what Rumil? Last time I left him with you, you nearly got killed yourself and Haldir as well." Illiendal was hesitant, but gave the child to Rumil.

"Just brother bonding, you know, playing childish games. I do want revenge for all those wedgies he gave me when I was little but I do not want to cause serious harm to my little brother!" Rumil said as he carried the child out.

"Can I stay here and sleep?" Orophin asked from the bed. Illiendal walked over to the bed and took one of the pillows. She sat down on the bed where Orophin lay and gently rubbed his back.

"Be at peace Orophin… There's a good boy, hush and… Get up and go home already!" Illiendal whacked the Galadhrim with the pillow Orophin moaned and grabbed one of the pillows to toss back at the she elf.

"You dare attack a Galadhrim elf in his sleep? Oh you will pay!" Orophin said as he grabbed another pillow to hit her with.

"Ow! That one was hard, Orophin!" Illiendal grabbed the pillow that Orophin had just shot at her at shot it back at her brother-in-law.

While the two adults where busy acting like children, Rumil was back, healed, and ready to gloat even more as he decided they could play a fun game that when Rumil had been small his brother Haldir loved to 'play' with him… In Rumil's days, they called this game 'Make Rumil look like a woman', but now the game's name was about to change and Haldir, the creator of the game, was about to play it.

To be continued…

Haldir's Heart and Soul: Ah, don't worry. He's going to become more and littler, not bigger, until we meet Gandalf in Mirkwood, eventually…

Mesozoic Flower: if Rumil did not go to get that jewellery, he would have a non-stop crying elfling on his hands. He did the wise thing to shut Haldir up. I went to look at your deviant art account… And you looked at mine, too!

Bberry06: You like picking out dirty sentences in stories, don't you? Wow, you'd find so many you'd go insane if you went to the libraries of moria…

Caprice Ann: Yea, but think of it this way when you want to be jealous: Maybe now he's only six, but eventually he will be a big elf again, and then Illiendal gets to spank a big, fully grown march-warden and we get all jealous and I should stop letting my characters have more fun then I have 

Spike's Girl Luna Ash: You're a new reviewer, it seems. Let me tell you now that I have vowed to always finish a story. Even twins and a green leaf will one day be finished… One day…

Mistopurr: Yea, it is hard to find stories of Haldir as an elfling, very hard. I try to provide.