Chapter Four: And So It Begins...
Arwen, Elladan, and Elrohir raced down the hallway, quickly escaping the Prince's wrath.
For now.
"Oh, is he going to be mad tomorrow." Arwen said pointedly. Elladan shrugged.
"I suppose so, little sister." Elrohir agreed with a crooked grin.
"Why do you two enjoy Legolas' grief?" the elleth asked as they turned a corner.
"It's not that we enjoy his grief," Elladan said.
"It's more that we enjoy his pain." Elrohir finished. Arwen rolled her eyes. Her brothers never seemed to change.
"And did the last Prank War the three of you had teach you nothing?" She asked.
"Of course it did!" Elrohir said, mock - offended.
"The Prince of Mirkwood is a very tricky Elf." Elladan put in.
"Yes, we'd best watch him carefully-"
"And make sure we're two steps ahead of him-"
"Or he'll be sure to beat us-"
"Just like last time-"
"And that cannot-"
"Will not-"
"Happen again." They finished together. The three looked up to find themselves at a dead end with two doors in the wall - Their chambers.
"I hate it when you two do that." Arwen scolded as she made to go into her rooms.
"Do you now?" Elrohir asked. Elladan looked between the two of them.
"What? What do you hate? I don't get it!"
Elrohir sighed. "Get a brain, brother! She doesn't like us finishing each others sentences like we just did."
Elladan cocked his head to the side thoughtfully. 'Oh, she doesn't like it, does she?' he asked, speaking telepathically to his brother, something the twins were gifted with since they could properly communicate.
'No, I don't believe she does.' Elrohir said with a grin. This did not go un-noticed by Arwen, who quickly opened her door.
"If you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you two come up with any more clever ideas to get me in any more trouble. You're in this Prank War on your own."
"Aw, Arwen!" The twins moaned, but she had already closed her door. Elrohir made to grab the doorknob and open it, but an "Uh, uh, uh!" from inside made him change his mind.
"Well, 'Dan, I guess it's off to bed for us." he said with a smirk.
"Yes, dear brother. Some shut-eye will do us some good. I would hate to be half-asleep in case Legolas' prank is waiting for us."
ooooooooooooo
Legolas grinned inwardly as he entered the Dining Hall for breakfast the next morning. The pink hair did not bother him very much anymore, so he ignored the stares and the whispers between the Elves of Imladris as he made his way to the Head Table.
Elrond watched Legolas walk up to the Table with a swagger to his step. He sighed and rubbed his temples as he rested his elbows on the table. The council was to take place in three weeks, and the Prince of Mirkwood was running around with pink hair. The Elf-Lord did not want to think about what his sons would look like this morning. Judging by Legolas' good mood, the twins' future did not look very bright.
"Elrond?" Glorfindel said from his left. Elrond sighed and leaned over to his friend.
"Yes, Glorfindel?"
"Well, you should, erm, look up at the door." the blonde Elf replied with a laugh.
Elrond took a deep breath before slowly looking up towards the entrance. When he saw what was there, he shook his head, torn between anger and laughter.
His sons were walking - no, stalking better describes their actions - towards the Head Table. But that was not it. Nope, not at all.
They were purple.
Not just their hair, or their clothing, but their whole entire bodies AND clothing was purple.
Elrond arched an eyebrow as they sat down in the two empty chairs across from a very smug Legolas. "Good morning, ion-nins. And where might your sister be?"
'Good morning my ass.' Elladan thought grumpily. Elrohir nodded, and both of them looked up at their father.
"In her room, most likely, Ada." They replied.
"Indeed." Elrond said thoughtfully, wondering what could be keeping her in there.
"Indeed indeed." Elrohir said with a slight nod.
"Would you happen to know why she is still in her room?" Elrond prodded.
The twins opened their mouths to answer, but a scream from outside the Hall and down the corridor caused both them and their father to stand and hurry out of the room to see what was wrong with Arwen.
A/N: yay me! I updated this. And now I must go to sleep. If I can. There was a fire in the back room while I was watching my younger sister. My mom had accidently forgotten about one of the candles and her table cloths caught on fire. That was at about ten pm, and now its almost 2 am and the house is still smoky. The flames were only about a foot, maybe two, high, but the table cloths were vinyl, so they burn easily, and the room was so smoky that I couldn't breath while I was putting it out. My mom and my youngest sister were at a neighbors house watching a movie and drinking wine. (mom was wine, sister was movie) and so I come and say "I took care of it, but there was a fire." and she freaks out. And I told her it was okay, and she's like "but what if it wasn't? what if you haunted me, because you were dead?" And so now she's got me thinking "What if?" and I'm afraid to go to sleep because of the smoke and the fire, and I don't want it to start again and we're all asleep… yah, you know, scary movies don't scare me, vicious dogs don't scare me, the teletubies and carebares and Barbie don't scare me, but now that my mom put the "what if's" in my head, I'm terrified. It burns when I breath from all the smoke. And I'm the only one in my family who can smell it anywhere I stand. So my mom put me in the living room, and that's the room across from the back room. I'm so nervous my stomach hurts.
On a lighter note, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Im soz for not updating for ages, but yah, I'm not very persistant or wot ever the word is I want. But I wonder what's up with Arwen! Legolas probably did something very nasty! cackles can't wait to find out what! And anyone who can guess - or guess close enough to the mark - wins nice warm blankets and a chocolate orange candy thing and a minature Legolas and cookies and pumpkin pie and a box of celebrations and a tin of heroes. That should be enough for you…of course, they're all imaginary, but if you're an author, then you've got a good imagination. So enjoy! And R&R!!!!!!!
PHE