A/N: This is it! The last part of the Tyuru Canad set! I wrote all of this on Saturday morning. Hope you like it!
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Sadronniel
: Woof!
Nestariel
: Rowf!
Ainniel
: Mreow?
Mami: Mew, meww.
Rilien: Mreooow! Mreoow! Mreew?
Laqua: Mreew?
Lothwing
: What they're trying to say is this: 'Elven Bunny doesn't own Lord of the Rings'.
Lothíriel: That was so cheesy, I could puke. Now read the story.

Chapter nine

Part four of the Tyuru Canad set.

"Heat up two gallons of milk," read Lothwing. Lothíriel went down into the cellar and pulled out two gallon buckets of milk. Elladan poured them into a cauldron over the fire.

"Blend in the starter culture. I guess that would be that weird curdled milk stuff."

Elrohir stirred it in.

"Add some rennet. I guess that would be down in the cellar."

Lothíriel grabbed a candle and went back down into the cellar. A few seconds later she came up with a bundle in her hand. Lothwing glanced at her, and read out, "Add two cups of flour."

The page of the book had turned, but she hadn't noticed. Elladan added two cups of flour.

"Add two cups of sugar."

Another page had turned.

"Add three tablespoons of salt. Let it sit for an hour."

Elladan added three tablespoons of salt and lay down. "I'm taking a nap," he informed everyone.

Elrohir shrugged and leaned back.


Lord Elrond strode evenly down the hall. He stopped at Elrohir's room, and knocked on the door. "Elrohir?"

No sound greeted his call, so he pushed the door open.

Several pieces of cheese fell down onto his head.

They crumbled onto his clothes, thoroughly saturating him with the molding scent.

Elrond's brows furrowed. What would his sons want cheese for?

He opened the cupboards and peered in at the leftover cheese.

With an angry sigh he turned away, and strode out the door. He did not stop to knock on Elladan's door, just pulled out a key. He'd had copies made of Elladan and Elrohir's doors, just in case something should happen.

The door swung open, and Elrond was immediately pounced upon by two Irish setters. Sadronniel and Nestariel had smelled the cheese on him, and were searching eagerly for the cheese. The kittens tumbled out of their nest and followed their foster mothers, making loud mewling sounds.

Elrond stood up and swiftly dashed down the hall and threw open the door. Sadronniel and Nestariel managed to pop through, Ainniel and Rilien, Mami and Laqua on their backs, respectively.

Elrond ran past the stables, and out rushed the other dogs and cats. They too smelled the scent of cheese on him.

The Lord of Imladris paused in his wild flight only to quickly inquire if anyone had seen Elladan and Elrohir. The answers he got all pointed to one place: The kitchen.

Elrond sped up and pulled off his cloak. The graceful billows of the clothing hampered his movements, and speed was what was needed.

By the Valar, his sons would pay!

Elrond threw open the doors to the main kitchen. "Cooks to me!"

The cooks immediately flooded in. The dogs and cats flowed around them, causing riot and confusion.

"Did Elladan and Elrohir steal a large amount of cheese?" Elrond demanded, pulling up his robe. He had climbed onto a table to escape the animals.

A loud roar of agreement barraged his ears.

"They've locked themselves in the kitchen, Manwë knows why, and I need your help to get them out so I can find out what they had to raid the kitchen for."

Many all too willing hands began to take apart the barrier.


The elves had slept for over an hour. The 'cheese' curds had boiled over and extinguished the fire, but they had been facing the other way, and hadn't seen.

Elladan heard the sound of yelling and shouting. He stirred sleepily, then realized what it was. "Ada is coming!"

The elves jumped up instantly, and slipped on the runny curds.

Elrohir fell face first into it, and got curds in his hair and on his clothes. Somehow it had turned out to be a lot larger then they had expected.

Lothwing squeaked in surprise and skidded into the cauldron, effectively knocking it over and coating herself in curds. Lothíriel ran to help her sister, slipped, and knocked Elladan over. He fell into the pile of new curds, and when Lothíriel leaned down to help him, she fell and was coated too.

By about this time the cooks and Elrond had finished taking down the barrier. Elrond was grimly fishing out the key.

The elves scrambled to stand up, but failed miserably. Lothwing knocked the flour off the table into the runny mess. Lothíriel fell into it, mixing it up into a sticky dough-like substance. They could hear Elrond turning the key, it would only be a matter of time before he opened the door.

Elladan managed to stand up, only to get his bare feet stuck in the dough. (He had taken off his shoes before he went to sleep.) He stumbled, and knocked the eggs off the table into the flour.

Now they had an even larger mess.

The door swung open, and angry cooks filled the room, waving sieves and spatulas and spoons. Elrond stood at the head of them, cheese crumbs in his fine black hair.

Lothwing stood up and knocked into someone, leaving glops of dough on their cloak. The dogs raced in, spreading the dough and creating mayhem. Cats rushed in too, scratching and climbing, trying to get away from the dogs.

Elves began to shove each other, trying to reach Lothwing, Lothíriel, Elladan, and Elrohir.

Something akin to a food fight began. Dough flew through the air, and no one was ever able to figure out who threw it.

Elrond grabbed something and discovered it was his son, Elrohir. He was almost unrecognizable beneath his coat of dough.

"Elladan, you go stand in the corridor and stay there, now!"

Somehow Elrohir knew it was a bad idea to point out that he wasn't Elladan.

Lothwing was grabbed by a female cook and hustled outside, then was tied to a column to make sure she wouldn't run away. A minute later, Lothíriel got the same treatment.

Elrond capture Elladan, and the four of them were pulled outside the building, where almost the rest of Imladris had gathered to see what the commotion was about.

Elrond glared balefully at them. "Tell me, what were you doing?"

Slowly, the tale poured out. Lothwing and Lothíriel had given Elrohir and Elladan kittens, they had wanted to keep them and known that they could not, Glorfindel had suggested that they keep them in their room, (Glorfindel affirmed that this was the truth) and had suggested giving the kittens cheese. They had raided the kitchen for cheese, and kept it in Elrohir's room, but the kittens and the dogs that they had also adopted had eaten it too quickly, so they decided to make their own, and had gotten the instruction wrong and fallen asleep.

Elrond listened to that with a solemn face, hiding an un-lordly smirk, and had decreed that they would have to clean up the mess that had been made in the kitchen.

He also scolded Glorfindel for putting such ideas in the "young ones' heads", and told him to clean Elrohir's room and try to get rid of the stink. That turned out to be a much harder job then cleaning the kitchens (which is no easy task itself!) and eventually Elrohir had to get a new room.

Elrond was lenient enough to allow them to keep the kittens and the dogs, however.

After that, Elrohir and Elladan were nicknamed the "cheese twins" and Lothwing and Lothíriel the "cheese sisters". Eventually that evolved into the "cheese four", aka "Tyuru Canad".

"...and that's how it happened," finished Lothíriel.