Chapter 3

An hour had gone by and Elladan showed no sign of leaving the bathroom soon. So Elrohir gathered his things and went to find an empty bathroom to bathe in. As he walked down the halls of Rivendell, servants and others he passed snickered at his disheveled appearance. He still had leaves and sticks throughout his hair and his robes were dirty. He paid no attention to any of it, until he passed by Elrond.

At first the elf lord didn't notice his pathetic looking son but when he did a double take Elrond stopped. "Elrohir what has happened to you?" he asked.

They elf turned to look at his father, "Elladan and I had an argument and he won't let me in the bathroom. May I use yours?" Elrohir asked, not the answer Elrond had been looking for but it did explain a few things.

"Of course." Elrond replied watching as his son walked away. Whatever had happened between the two was having a strange effect on Elrohir.


Elrohir found his way into his fathers bathroom, closed the door behind him and set his clothes on a table. He turned on the water and sat, listening to it fall into the tub. As he did, tears filled his eyes. Why was Elladan so angry? This had been nothing more then anything they'd done before. There he sat for a long time, ignoring the water that rose higher and higher in the tub and everything else around him.


Elladan felt bad, he hadn't meant to hurt his brother so, he only wanted to get even. As he walked through the halls of Imaladris he asked everyone he passed if they had seen Elrohir. No one knew where his brother had gone. Elladan had almost given up when he saw the water that ran out from under the door of his father's bathroom.

The dark haired elf quickly opened the door and was greeted by a burst of water that had been held back by the door. He waded through it to where his brother sat. He turned off the flow before Elrohir had even noticed he was there.


"What do you want?" Elrohir asked coldly, tears stained his cheeks.

"I want to apologize. I shouldn't have gotten so angry at you and I'm sorry." Said Elladan.

"Oh…It's all right," He sighed, "why did you lock me out of the bathroom though?" Elrohir wondered.

"I locked you out of the bathroom because I knew you wanted to be clean, you always want to be perfect." Elladan replied, a little smile had grown on his face.

"That is true." He answered as he looked at the water that was slowly decreasing around him.

"It would seem you had your bath though." Laughed Elladan, as he splashed a handful of water at his brother.

They stood in Elrond's bathroom until all of the water had left. "Do you supposed Ada knows about the 'flood'?" Elrohir asked his brother.

Almost as if on cue a deep shout erupted from out in the hall. "Elladan! Elrohir!" That was all Elrond had to say.

"Yes, I believe so." Answered Elladan, he cringed at the tone of his fathers voice. "How long do you think we have until he comes to look for us?"

"Judging by the tone of his voice…not long, RUN!" shouted Elrohir as he jumped into action, flying past his brother.

Elladan wasn't far behind and they ran and ran. Both hoped to escape their father's wrath, or at least wait until it died down a little. Unfortunately they had left wet foot prints the entire way.