Much later their harassed carer fled through her ruined home, muttering softly. "Never again, never ever…"
She wrote a scribbled note to Elrond then slipped into the night.
Upon finding all from of control gone, breakfast was an interesting affair. Eowyn was stealing Eomer's carefully cooked omelette. Choosing a more life prolonging way of eating the girls grabbed a packet of chips and retreated to their room with their prize. Meanwhile the Uruk hai where trying to use part of the wall for firewood. This done they munched on their staple diet of char grilled marshmallows.
The nazgul where screaming in delight and tipping cereal over each other.
Merry and Pippin had discovered the bubbled bath upstairs; giggling with glee they enlisted Legolas's (Under the false idea that this would make him clean.) and Eomer's (Who needed no excuse to create trouble) help to switch on every tap in the house. With in the hour most of the floor was soaked; the hobbits then spread the bubbled bath, shampoo, and soap everywhere resulting in bubbles and slippery stuff all over the house.
Soon everybody joined in the slide, slip, fall and cry process. By the time everybody was starting to get the hang of this, the witch king had climbed to the top of the now very battered chandelier. "Ladies and gentlemen," he squeaked happily "welcome to the 2005 soapsuds Olympics." There was a large cheer at this proclaiming. "First up we have body sliding down the stairs. All contestants please follow ringwraith number nine to the top of the stairs."
Said ringwraith wiped the grime of his tee-shirt to reveal a large number and led the small group up the stairs. "Please welcome," witchking began our timer ringwraith No.6."
A small clap followed this. "Now our first contestant is Merry."
Merry stood the top of the stairs, looking down happily. "I'm coming too!" called pippin. He stopped next to merry. Frodo had not been lasting and ran forward too. Sam followed Frodo and crashed into the group. They unceremoniously tumbled down the stairs. "And the time is…." squealed witchking "..20 seconds. You all win. Yay!" he danced around. "Now for the diving competition!" he squeaked. "The aim of this is to see who can make the deepest hole in the bubbles. Please welcome our official depth checker: ringwraith No. 6. Our first contestant is ringwraith No. 2." Ringwraith No. 2 waved cheerily to the crowd and leapt from the top of the stairs into the huge pile of bubbles. Being a very disembodied and light from of evil he dived headlong into the foam sinking an entire two inches into the froth. "And our next contestant is Uruk number 24." Ringwraith number 6 started squealing madly and struggling to get out of the bubbles, he pulled his way free as Uruk no 24 leapt ungracefully from the top of the stairs. Being a much heavier form of evil he crashed through two successive floors. They declared him the winner.
"Now for our 3rd event," Once again the high pitched voice of No. 9 came through "... is bobbing for mushrooms." Merry ran forward followed by fluffy. "Ok," said Witchking "…. the person who collects the most mushrooms wins. Ready steady…." But they where already off eating as many soap covered mushrooms as would fit in their mouth "Okayyyyyy," Witchking's voice trailed off. And that concluded the bubble Olympics.
The day continued in this way for a while. Dinner was an unrecorded disaster and the ringwraiths spent the early hours having flying lesson with their fell beasts, occasionally sliding into a wall or a cupboard. "Aahkhhhhhhhh!" screeched a ringwraith as its fell beast slipped into another.
Then merry had idea.
"Roll up, roll up, play dodgem beast: only two mushrooms a turn. Roll up, roll up…"
Soon the living room was filled with small things rocketing around on very soapy fell beasts. This attraction cooled off at about two in the morning.
Soon the "kids" began settling to their claimed soap patch for the evening.
Early the next morning Elrond arrived. Reading the note taped to the door he quietly opened it and took in two day of meals and games with no supervision. He quickly recovered from this shock and quietly closed the door, at the same time dialling the police "Hello," he said softly, "I would like to report a group of vandals destroying a house in 453 Kiaro st Sydney. Thank you."
Pocketing the note he stepped unaccompanied back to Rivendell and set about destroying the portal.