A/N: Aww, thankies, Coriandra, Nino, and Duvet. :-)
I
am writing this veeery slowly, as I have to juggle editing two other
stories, a newspaper, my neopets account, and all that other stuff I
want to cram in. I'm working on organizing it! It'll just take a
while... a very long while. I'm soooooo sorry for making you
guys wait, but I've been busy busy busy busy BUSY...
you get the picture.
Dislaimer:
Selena: We don't
own Lord of the Rings, though we do get to visit it!
Raeann:
-sigh- We don't own Elladan, Elrohir, Legolas, or anyone else. Elven
Bunny owns Lothwing, and Butterfly Lion owns Lothíriel. That's
it.
Chapter Four
Raeann woke up the next morning at six. She sat up groggily and checked to see if Selena was sleeping. She was, so Raeann was extra quiet while she changed and slipped out the door. In the corridor, she met Elladan (wait- was it Elrohir?) holding a bucket of beans. He started guiltily when he noticed her staring at him.
"May I ask just what you are doing with a bucket of beans outside our room?" she asked, tapping her foot against the tile. Elladan shrugged, and started to back away. "N-nothing. I was delivering them to the kitchens, and I, uh, paused to see if you two were... up yet."
"Uh-huh. Whatever you say," said Raeann, turning away. As Elladan turned to run, she whirled around and grabbed the bucket. He yelped as it flew up in the air, flipping over twice before clanging to the ground and spilling its tiny contents all over the floor.
Several elves ventured into the hallway to see what happened, and slipped on the beans. Elladan attempted to sneak away, but slipped and fell down. Legolas ran in and crashed into him, sending them both sliding down the hall. Elrohir dashed in and tripped over Selena.
Confusion reigned supreme in the hall. At least, until everyone heard King Thranduil's voice boom out:
"What in Eru's name happened here?"
Elladan made a hasty escape down the stairs.
"Selena, what on earth are you doing?" asked Raeann. Selena was practicing some kind of weird yoga.
"I'm attempting to stretch my muscles, but as I've never actually learned how, I'm just pulling them," replied Selena. She bounced up and down on the edge of the bed.
Raeann tolerated this for one minute. "Selena, if you're so hyper, go out and dump a bucket of beans on Elladan before I dump a bucket over you."
Selena sat stock-still for thirty seconds, then started running back and forth from the door to the bed. She was just reaching the door when it opened.
Raeann looked up just in time to see Selena land on top of Legolas. Selena immidiently slapped him and ran back to the bed, her face crimson.
Legolas got up, gathered his shreds of dignity and announced, "We will be needing your help at nine o'clock." He stalked majestically out of the room.
"Brilliant, Selena," commented Raeann dryly. Selena flushed. "It wasn't my fault! How was I supposed to know he would open the door at precisely that second?"
"Common sense. Anything involved with us is going to go wrong, but running back and forth from the bed to the door is just tempting fate."
Selena shrugged and sat down. "Any interesting books?" Raeann motioned at the huge bookcase. "I'm sure you can find something."
Elrohir carefully lifted up a chain of elanor and attempted to hook it on the chandelier. Instead it draped over the candle. Ah, the sweet fragrance of burning elanor and elf.
"Yowch!" he yelled as he plummeted to the ground. The chain blazed merrily.
"You're always so... intelligent, Elrohir," commented an elleth.
"Shush up, Lothwing," he grumbled, dipping his burnt fingers the bowl of water that she offered. "You try, Elladan."
Elladan nimbly grabbed a chain and shinnied up the ladder. He blew the ashes left from the previous escapade, and had the presence of mind to blow out the candles before trying to wrap the flowers around.
"That looks... like a bunch of lilies tangled around a poor, unsuspecting elf. Let me try," said another elleth. Elladan willingly jumped off the ladder, and the elleth climbed up to try her hand.
"This can't be good. After all, that's Lothíriel who's doing it," whispered Lothwing to Elrohir.
"Well, it's nine. Come on, Raeann. I'm bored!"
"Okay, okay. Sheesh."
The two girls headed out the door and followed the instructions on a sheet that had been left in their room.
They found the designated 'room', and wandered inside.
They were shocked at the sight that met their eyes.
Elrohir was sitting on the chandelier, covered in flowers and laughing hysterically. Elladan was sitting in the pond, trapped by the lillies. He was giggling helplessly. Lothíriel was throwing flowers at him. Lothwing was almost unrecognizable under her coat of niphredil.
"Fear me! I am the dark lady of the flowers!" she yelled, then collapsed in giggles.
"What in Eru's name...?" began Selena. Raeann shook her head. "Why on earth are four elves acting like teenagers?"
"We're the least intelligent and mature elves in all of Endorenna," shrugged Lothíriel. "Everyone around here knows that."
"We're those 'special case' elves who don't mature until they're one hundred instead of fifty," added Lothwing.
"They call us the Tyuru Canad," said Elrohir from his lofty perch.
"That translates as what?" asked Raeann. Lothíriel and Lothwing glanced at each other and answered at the same time:
"The Cheese Four."
