A/N the twins are about six years old
#81 Far-Fetched
Erestor was pacing back and forth with an irritated look on his fair face. With each turn, his long black robes swished, and he let out a grumble. He had every right to be upset considering the twins refused to show up for class. This was not the first time they played hooky either, and he made a mental note to make sure the young elf lords received appropriate punishments this time.
Just as he made up his mind to go and look for them, he heard the sound of small feet pitter pattering down the hall. Knowing who it was, he stood erect, his arms crossed and a large scowl on his face. Just then, the door burst open and Elladan and Elrohir rushed in only to stop dead in their tracks at seeing the look on their tutor's face. "Lord Erestor, we are sorry we are late. We can explain," Elladan said, trying to think of a good reason the dark advisor would believe.
Tapping his long, slender fingers on his arm, Erestor waited to hear what excuse they would come up with this time. Lately, they started coming up with far-fetched stories, and each one more ridiculous than the last. "I am waiting, Elladan," he replied trying to keep his temper intact.
"Well, um, see," Elrohir started, looking at his brother for help, but receiving none, he quickly said the first thing which came to mind. "We were on our way to class when we heard the sound of mewing."
"Mewing?" Erestor asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, mewing. We decided to find the source of the noise, and when we arrived, we saw Lord Glorfindel holding a small black kitten over a boiling pot," Elladan chimed in.
Erestor fought the urge to laugh. "You saw Glorfindel holding a kitten over a boiling pot?"
Elrohir nodded vigorously. "Yes, Glorfindel was laughing and talking about how he was going to toss the kitten in bread crumbs and then boil it in a stew to eat for lunch!"
Erestor threw his hands over his face and forced himself not to laugh. Did they honestly expect him to believe such an unbelievable tale? Not even knowing what to say to this, Erestor turned on his heels and stormed out of the room. He would deal with them later, but right now, he needed a drink of something strong, and he knew exactly where to find it.
Heading towards Glorfindel the Kitten Slayers room, he didn't even bother knocking to be allowed entrance. Plopping down into one of his friend's chairs he grabbed the glass of wine from the perplexed elf lord's hand and began downing it. When he had finished, he laughed. "Do I have a tale to tell you!"