Disclaimer: checks notebook I own my copies of the books, my copies of the DVD's, my two calendars, my four action figures… nope, sorry, don't own the rights to LotR! sigh Nothing's mine then…
A/N: Yeah, sorry for the delay for this chapter. We lost cable and internet for about 5 days and I couldn't update it. :'(
The next week, Celeborn and Galadriel visited Imladris.
Normally, Celebrian would've been ecstatic to see her parents. However, now, with all the twins pranks, she wasn't so sure this was a good idea. The twins had been warned to not prank their grandparents, of course. But no one exactly believed them when they said they wouldn't.
Want to know a secret? They didn't prank them... at least not intentionally.
Want to know another secret? No one believed them.
It all started with the visit. Celeborn and Galadriel brought along with them several warriors from Lothlorien, including Haldir. If there was one Lothlorien elf the twins couldn't stand, it was Haldir. The reasons behind this hatred are no longer remembered. What is remembered about this hatred, however, is The Prank.
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"I can't believe they brought Haldir with them!" Elrohir whined. He was in his chambers that he shared with his brother. The two of them were currently hiding in there, trying to avoid Haldir.
Elladan nodded, but didn't say anything. He was sitting on his bed, deep in thought. Elrohir stared at him from across the room for a little bit, before walking over to stand in front of him.
"Elladan?" He said, waving his hand in front of his twin's face. "Hello, Elladan?" Elladan jumped and glared at Elrohir. "Now that I have your attention muindor nin," he said. "What were you doing?"
Elladan grinned evilly. "Plotting a prank for a certain Lothlorien elf." Elrohir grinned evilly, all thoughts of their last conversation with their Ada forgotten.
"Care to share your plan?" Elrohir asked, sitting down next to his brother.
"Well, let's just say it involves that dye we created last year..."
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"My, what beautiful gardens you have!" Galadriel was saying to her daughter. The two of them were walking in one of the many gardens of Rivendell, enjoying the colorful flowers. With them were Celeborn and Elrond, who were standing next to their wives. Trailing behind them a bit was Haldir.
If any of them had looked up, they would've seen an elaborate system of ropes and pulleys which, when triggered, would've released a bucket of something down on some unfortunate soul who was standing underneath it.
Sitting in a tree a short distance away were the twins. They were waiting for the moment when Haldir would pass underneath said bucket. At that point, Elladan would cut one of the ropes and they would sit back and watch the chaos unfold. However, at the moment, Haldir was not underneath said bucket and, being their usually impatient selves, the twins were getting bored really quickly.
"They're all so slow!" Elladan complained to his brother, leaning over the branch to see if Haldir was near.
Elrohir nodded and went back to trying to count the leaves on the tree. At somewhere around 237, he lost count and sighed. Now he was the one leaning over the branch. He scanned the ground below him and motioned to his twin. "Elladan cut the rope! He's just getting under it now!"
At that point, Galadriel could be heard saying, "What are those flowers over there?" She turned around and started walking back to a plant near where Haldir was standing.
"Hurry!" Elrohir said.
"It won't cut!" Elladan replied, struggling with the rope. Below them, Haldir moved out of the way, allowing Galadriel to move forward to look at the flower.
At that point, the rope snapped in two.
The twins watched in horror as the scene unfolded beneath them. The bucket tipped over, emptying its green dye on Galadriel, who happened to be the unfortunate soul standing underneath it. There was silence, complete and total silence. Then...
"ELLADAN! ELROHIR!" Elrond yelled, looking around madly for his sons.
In the tree above them, the twins sat in shock. They turned towards each other, faces pale. "We're dead." They whispered. "We blew it."
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"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" Elrond yelled at his sons. They were back in his study and Elrond was furious. The twins had never seen him this mad before.
"We weren't trying to get it on her." Elladan whispered, but Elrond didn't seem to have heard him.
"Now they're leaving already and who knows when they'll be back! Galadriel can't even get all the dye out of her hair!" He continued. Elrond sat down at his desk.
"I know how your pranks work." He said in a voice that was, for the most part, calm. "One of you always comes up with the basic plan. The other takes that idea and elaborates it. Then, one of you distracts everyone while the other gets the supplies. One of you stands guard while the other sets up the prank." He paused, looking back up at his sons. "Now, if you were me, what would you do to make this stop?"
"Ground us and pretend it never happened?" Elrohir suggested in a slightly hopeful voice.
Elrond shook his head. "Your grandparents have presented me with a very good plan." The twins looked at each other, not liking the way this was sounding. "Now, if it takes two of you to make the pranks work, the logical solution to this is to separate you. Therefore," They stared at, complete horror on their faces, knowing exactly where this is going. "Therefore, one of you, only one of you, will be accompanying your grandparents back to Lothlorien."
Elladan and Elrohir were silent, still not quite sure this was happening. "For how long?" Elrohir whispered, being the first to find his voice again.
Elrond shrugged. "A few years most likely, with a few visits every year." The twins continued to stare at him, not saying anything.
The room was quiet for several moments, no one talking. Finally, Elrond broke the silence. "Now," he said. "Which one of you wants to go to Lothlorien?"
Elvish:
Ada- Dad
Muindor nin- My brother
A/N: BUM BUM BUM! The twins have really messed up now! Is there any twin in particular you would wish to see in Lothlorien first, or do my lovely reviews not care?