Author's Note: If you have any prank ideas, for either Glorfindel or Erestor, please feel free to suggest them. You'll get thanks, and credit. And I apologize for any errors in my syntax but I wanted to get this up already.
Updated as a surprise welcome back for a friend of mine. Just returned from a trip abroad. (Happy Hannukah Yoni!) Yes, it's a day early but I have a midterm tomorrow - it's going up while I still have the time to do it.
So yeah, I'm actually going to try and keep with this fanfic. I was stalled for awhile because I needed to think of another prank.

Disclaimer: If you believe this is actually Tolkien's writing, thank you. And I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not anybody named John Ronald Reuel. (Although Reuel would be a pretty cool name to have.) It's not mine, but it is Tolkien's. Now, on with the story.

Glorfindel stretched. He was almost ready to bring in the livestock and install them in the valley. Although he would never think of admitting it, this project had been a bit exhausting. Before he died, Glorfindel had not usually read for pleasure. Being reincarnated had not changed that a bit. Having to find and read the books he needed, then organize and distill the information had not proved easy. If it weren't for Lindir and Imladris' Chief Librarian, Dorwen, he didn't know how he would have managed it. Not that he would openly admit this.

Glorfindel finished working out the kinks in his hands and moved on to his last stack of papers. These were the possibilities from different farmers. He did not want to admit this as well, but he was seriously considering importing poultry as well. Although Imladris had been happily running without chickens for years, Glorfindel missed the eggs and soup.
Erestor was sneaking around. Having fun, as usual. He had already driven the party of dwarves absolutely batty with his constant questions and his insistence on trying to see if he could make something work better. Dwarves have a certain philosophy: if it isn't broken, don't fix it. Erestor operates under the idea: if it works, make it work better. So far, Erestor had managed to "improve" the bellows, the furnace, the anvil and the range of hammers.

Elrond was working in some of his gardens nearby when he heard the wails of anguish. He ran inside his smithy to investigate. A dwarf stood with his beard caught in the bellows – Erestor had managed to improve the suction. Several other dwarves stood with most of their facial hair singed entirely off. Another had his belt magnetically attracted to the anvil. And a few others were holding hammer handles. Erestor stood with his hands outstretched and a guileless smile upon his face. Elrond tried very hard not to laugh and quickly shooed Erestor out the door. Elrond then tried to improve relations between the Naugrim and Imladris. This, at least, was more successful.
Elrond then had to keep Erestor out of: the kitchens (Erestor tried to improve the organization of the cabinets); the beehives (Erestor had this brilliant new idea for collecting honey); and the cellars (Erestor decided that he could try and improve the barreling process). In the end, Elrond ordered Erestor to go and be useful – without trying to improve anything down at the stables.
Erestor got along famously with small children, idiots and animals. However mature and sensible adults couldn't seem to stand him for five minutes at a time. Erestor, however, had another idea.

Celebrian was wandering around on her ownsome. She may have been Galadriel's daughter – but that was all. She was not known for her wisdom or skills. She was therefore not one of the more important guests. On the other hand, Celebrian had never considered herself one of the more socially gifted Eldar. She had a "gift" for honesty. Some eldar would politely say that she spoke her mind. Others would say that she had no tact. When these others were introduced to Erestor they said that Celebrian had very little tact.
Over the years Celebrian had learned that if she were quiet, eldar would assume that she were being tactful. However, silence did not come naturally to Celebrian. She therefore ended up usually preferring her own company and that of books. This was why she was curled up in a rear corner of the library as Glorfindel was finalizing his plans with Rohiratir, the Master of Horses. It wasn't as though it was quite Rohiratir's domain but Glorfindel wasn't quite sure whom else to seek out. And Rohiratir doubled up as a beekeeper and therefore Glorfindel felt that it wasn't all that illogical

Glorfindel was deep in conference with Lindir and Rohiratir.
"So," he said. "Is it all settled?"
"Yes" said Rohiratir. "The cattle should all be moved in by tomorrow. You may inspect them at your leisure."
Lindir put in, "you make them sound like troops." He drew himself up and (he thought) did a fair imitation of Lord Glorfindel. "'Tenshun! Line up. You there – horns up and chest in!" It was not as impressive as Maedhros's imitation of his father but certainly got a few laughs. Particularly from Celebrian.
Celebrian had never managed a "ladylike" laugh. She had a deep, rich chuckle that filled the library. The three eldar suddenly realized that someone else was in the library. Glorfindel stalked over to her corner.

When he saw who was there he swept her a deep bow. Glorfindel was never more courteous than when he was annoyed.
"My lady," he said. "How much have you heard?" Celebrian shrugged.
"All of it, I suppose. Is there someone I should not tell?" Glorfindel nodded.
He said, "Lord Elrond. This is supposed to be a surprise gift."
Celebrian grinned and said, "then I won't tell. But only if you let me help or something. I want in."
Glorfindel asked, "and how would you help?"
"Um - I could help distract Lord Elrond while you get the animals into their barn?" Celebrian said."
By now, Lindir had walked over. He said, "my lady - we accept!"

In the farthest end of the library, hidden behind several bookcases, Erestor grinned. He now knew exactly what he intended to do in revenge. And he was sure that he could do it by himself. Unfortunately, Erestor was still able to become lost very quickly in any kind of building. And although he had intended to make it to Elrond's room, he got slightly lost on the way.

Glorfindel was awake very early the next morning. He was busy making sure all of his cattle were present and accounted for before presenting them to Elrond. Unfortunately the prime bull was missing. Even more unfortunately, it was not Glorfindel who found the bull.

A certain lady within Imladris was awakened from her sound sleep by the feeling of warm breath nuzzling at her cheek. Although she at first assumed he was her husband she quickly realized that that Eldar had departed earlier in the day on some errand of his own. The warm breath belonged to a certain prize ruminant. And the certain lady was Galadriel.