Oops
The well-planned prank was going just perfectly until Haldir – the intended victim – decided to help himself to a glass of our father's wine, and moved to the table by the wall of the library. Elladan and I watched Mithrandir in trepidation as he continued down the middle of the aisle, seemingly intent on reaching the table of ancient tomes our father had dug out for him.
My breath caught in my throat as Mithrandir took another step... and another. One more and he would find himself...
Mithrandir took one more step.
The next instant, he was flying through the air, a length of hithlain wrapped around his ankle as he swung from the rafters of the library. To our concerned surprise, our father's guest made no noise, and I began to worry. I had heard of heart attacks among the edain, but never had I thought that such an illness could be inflicted on a wizard.
I need not have worried. The next instant, a bellow reverberated throughout the entire library. It was a roar of mindless fury, and it seemed to originate from the ceiling.
'Elrondionnath!'
A/N: The next few drabbles will be continuations of this one, in order to make up a short story. Hope you enjoyed!