Legolas grinned excitedly as he bounced lightly on his toes while Elladan and Elrohir shouldered their packs. "Come on! If we don't hurry, maybe your father will change his mind!"
Laughing, Elladan shook his head while Elrohir snorted at the thought. "No, that's not going to happen," Elladan responded. "He wants us to believe that we can trust him to do this. Can you believe it, Elrohir?" he questioned excitedly.
"I barely can…father never wanted us to do anything fun before. He wanted us to 'be prepared for or Lordship like days'," Elrohir mocked, crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue. Standing up and after making sure his pack didn't fall off, he gave the other two a nod. "Let's go!"
As the three boys raced from Elrohir's room, whooping while Elladan swapped a pile of towels from a maid's hands, Glorfindel groaned just as he stepped out from his room where he had been waiting for them to leave. For him, he figured this was going to be an even worse 'camping adventure'. He knew how these things went…the boys would manage to escape something barely and he, as the one following them, would get the brutal end of it. And if he knew these boys well enough, and he was sure he did, they wouldn't let anything stop them from having an adventure. Lucky for him.
While he stepped out of the room, his pack slung over his own shoulder, he quickly raced after the boys in an attempt to make sure he kept up with them. They had a nice ability of racing off so that no one could find them.
It didn't take long for him to spot the three figures leaping into the forest, bounding as quickly as they could. Chasing after them, he easily kept an eye on the trio while standing a hundred yards from them. He knew at their young age, they wouldn't have developed as keen of eyesight as he had.
"Hey, guys!" Legolas shouted out, carefree of anything. "I bet we meet up with a band of Rangers! And we get to take on millions of orcs!" he declared picking up a stick and brandishing it towards the air.
"Yes! And then we'll be the ones to rescue the Rangers!" Elrohir added, picking up his own stick and bringing it to meet Legolas'. As the two dueled it out, Elrohir declaring that he was an orc and making rather disgusting voices, Elladan went into a fit of laughter before finding a small stick of his own.
"Look! I'm a dwarf!" he declared, plugging his nose. "Boy, I haven't taken a bath in weeks! Anyone got a mug of mead?" he asked, rubbing his stomach lazily. This got a round of laughter from the others before they clashed, swinging their sticks at each other until Elrohir managed to smack Legolas' hand soundly.
"Ouch!" the young prince shouted, taking his hand into his other as he cradled it painfully. "You did that on purpose!"
"I did not!" Elrohir protested, pointing at the blonde haired elflings. "You just weren't quick enough to block my thing. Elladan, tell him!"
"Tell him he did it on purpose, Elladan!" Legolas shouted just as Elrohir finished his last sentence. Elladan's eyes widened, however, and he stepped back while shaking his head.
"Nu-uh! I am not getting into this. Father was right, you two were going to cause trouble! And we're still close to home. I don't want to be sent back!" Elladan protested with clenched fists. "If you two keep arguing I'm leaving you behind!" he added before tossing his stick and stomping off. They were ruining it already!
Author's Note: THANK YOU, MY REVIEWERS! I love you a lot! Does anyone happen to have suggestions for my upcoming chapters? I have ideas for what should happen in big events, but I want to keep it something funny that you enjoy as well!
