A/N: I'm going to try to tell the story of the Tyuru Canad
in five chapters. I don't know. Do you think I can do it?
Disclaimer
Legolas: Hey, when do I show up in the story again?
Elven
Bunny: Once Lothwing and Lothíriel are finished telling
the tale of the Tyuru Canad. Now do the disclaimer.
Legolas:
-sigh- Elven Bunny does not own the Lord of the Rings. There. You
have it. Now hurry up into the chapter so I can show up again.
Elven
Bunny: -sniff- Whiney whiney.
Chapter eight
Part three of the Tyuru Canad set.
After their meeting with Elrond, Lothwing and Lothíriel had walked swiftly to Elrohir's room. They had agreed that they would keep the cheese in Elrohir's room, and the kittens in Elladan's.
"That's the last of it," said Lothwing as she packed cheese into a closet shelf. "My, it reeks in here."
Lothíriel wrinkled her nose. "I think Elrohir will do best to sleep in Elladan's room for a while."
"Probably so," agreed Lothwing. "Let's go find the twins."
" 'Ro, I think you need to take a bath tonight," said Elladan, with a wave of his hand for added emphasis.
"Not any more then you," retorted Elrohir. "That cheese smells awful."
Elladan sniffed. "Bleaaaagh. I hope the kittens will eat it- hey, there's a dog there."
Elrohir held out his hand and twitched his fingers. "Come here. Such a pretty dog! Look at that red coat."
The dog trotted forward. She sniffed Elrohir's hand, then licked it and looked up at him imploringly. Elrohir scratched her behind the ears. "She doesn't look like anyone owns her."
"You could keep her in the room along with the kittens!" said Elrohir in a burst of 'inspiration'.
"I could! Let's go." Elrohir wrapped his cloak around himself, concealing the dog.
They shuffled along, trying to look inconspicious as they slowly reached their destination. Elrohir cracked open the door. "Now be nice," he told the dog. "Don't chase the kittens, Sadronniel."
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"Sadronniel? Is that what you named her?" inquired Lothwing. Elrohir nodded.
"Elladan needs a dog now," commented Lothíriel. Her face brightened. "I know just the one! Come along, Elladan."
Lothwing watched them go, then turned to Elrohir and said, "Isn't it fair time that you fed those pets of yours?"
Elrohir jumped up. "Yes! Come on!"
The prince of Imladris grabbed Lothwing's arm and pulled her along with him. He quickly ran down the hall and unlocked his door.
Lothwing wrinkled her nose with distaste and opened a cupboard. She gagged as the overwhelming smell reached her nose, but grabbed a large hunk and quickly ran to Elladan's room.
Elrohir gave some cheese to the kittens, and left a large mound for Sadronniel. It went down surprisingly fast, so Lothwing fetched some more. That too disappeared, so Elrohir sent her back for even more.
"That's enough for now. I am not going back into your room, so I'll just give these left overs to the stable animals," Lothwing informed him.
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"Isn't she lovely?" asked Lothíriel. Elladan nodded and petted the dog's head. "I think I'll call her Nestariel. It certainly matches her coat!"
Nestariel whined and thumped her tail, shedding orange hairs onto Elladan's clothes. He stood up, saying, "We should feed her. She's probably really hungry."
They led Nestariel along, narrowly missing Lothwing and Elrohir, who were on their way to give the leftover cheese to the stable dogs.
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Lothwing woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and awake. She slipped out of bed and opened her window, letting the breeze fill the room.
Once she had dressed, she tugged on her boots and locked the door behind her. She checked Lothíriel's room, only to find that her sister was already up. Feeling slightly miffed, she turned a corner and checked the twins' rooms. Elrohir was either still asleep or in Elladan's room. Lothwing opted for the latter, as she could hear voices coming from Elladan's room, and he didn't talk to himself.
She knocked on the door. The voices stopped, and she heard rustling noises. Probably them hiding the kittens.
"It's Lothwing."
The door was unlocked by Elrohir, and Lothwing slipped inside.
Lothíriel was sitting on the floor, holding a huge wedge of cheese.
"At this rate, we'll need a lot more cheese soon," Lothwing commented. Elrohir sighed and nodded. "I don't think we'll be able to pull off another raid."
Lothíriel looked thoughtful. "You're right. Hmm..."
Elladan gently deposited his kittens into Lothíriel's lap, then stood up. "I'll be back in a bit."
He slipped out of the room and down another hall, and stopped in front of a door. He knocked.
The door swung inward, and Glorfindel poked his bright head out. "Oh, hello, Elladan. How're the kittens doing?"
"Well enough," Elladan replied, "but I'd like your advice. We took your suggestion of feeding them cheese, but the cheese that we sto- accquired seems to be going down very fast, and we need more. The cooks won't let us near- the cooks won't give us any more."
Glorfindel nodded slowly. "You could try making your own cheese...?"
"That's a good idea! Thanks!" yelled Elladan as he dashed back down the hall.
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An hour later found Elrohir's room, shockingly, not very fulll at all. Sadronniel and Nestariel had ravenous appetites, as did the kittens. They were growing quickly, and Elladan had discovered that his white kitten and Elrohir's grey kitten were both female. They dubbed them (respectively) Tithenmami (Mami for short) and Aintithen (Ainniel for short). Elladan's orange kitten they named Laqualassien (Laqua for short) and they named Elrohir's brown kitten Nibrilien (Rilien for short).
The cheese left over from the kittens had been, instead of going back into the room, fed to the stable dogs.
"We shall have to take control of the kitchen and make ourselves cheese!" announced Elladan. The other elves stared at him.
"Umm.. can we?" asked Lothíriel. Elladan shrugged and stepped off the box he had been standing on. "Probably."
"Let's do it right now," suggested Lothwing. "The cooks are done with breakfast, and they won't need the kitchen for another two hours."
"Good idea!" agreed Elrohir. He pulled Elrohir up, and Lothíriel and Lothwing tucked the kittens back into their nest.
Lothwing grabbed a piece of cheese and ran back to Elrohir's room. She threw it up into the air and dashed back, not seeing it land on the top of the door. She had forgotten to lock it.
The twins and Lothíriel had already started to barricade the kitchen when Lothwing reached them. She scrambled, with some help, over the chairs and began to flip through recipes.
"Aha! Here's a cheese recipe," she cried triumphantly. Lothíriel began to get the ingredients she figured would be needed. "Milk, flour, eggs, some curdled milk...?"
"I wonder if the cooks have any," said Elrohir, starting to search the cupboards. "This looks like it'll work."
He held up a cup of yogurt-like white substance. Lothwing nodded. "That'll do."
Lothíriel grabbed the salt and set it next to the sugar and the flour. "Good enough. Let's see... maybe something for flavor, like a bit of salted ham?"
"Lothíriel, we aren't going to be eating this," reminded Elladan.
"I forgot about that," admitted Lothíriel. "I suppose if we get peckish we can just raid the kitchen."
Lothwing clapped her hands together. "Let's start."
