Disclaimer: You know, there are only so many times you can say this. -sigh- None of its mine, okay?

A/N: Wow, sorry for the huge delay in this chapter. I've had a bit of writer's block, not to mention a VERY busy schedule. I think the long weekend was just what the doctor ordered... And remember, Elrohir is posing as Elladan in Rivendell, so whenever someone is talking to "Elladan", it's really Elrohir. You follow?

ladyofthecelticland- Yes, and so it begins... -evil grin-

Elrohir watched the Lothlorien elves leaving and sighed. Well, Elladan wasn't here to help him anymore. He was on his own. Now, what did Elladan say about the chores...?

"Elladan!" A shrill voice behind him said. Elrohir winced, recognizing the voice of the elleth that was in charge of all of the servants. Now, what was her name...? The elleth was speaking again and he tried to listen to her.

"... I can't believe you didn't finish organizing the cellar before your brother came, that's the first thing you'll do. Then there's weeding to do in the main garden and you still have to help with the laundry in two days..."

Elrohir grimaced as she walked away, having finished her lecture. He headed off towards the cellar, intent on finishing his chores as soon as possible. That all changed, however, when he saw the state of the cellar.

It was obvious that Elladan had tried to organize things. Parts of the stores were neatly set around the walls. The rest were jumbled in the center of the room, everything perch precariously on top of something else. A few things had fallen off the pile and were lying in heaps in around it. Elrohir sighed, silently cursing his brother's short attention span. He looked at the 'mountain' again, shaking his head before starting to separate everything into groups. This was going to take awhile...

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Two months later...

Elrohir collapsed on Elladan's bed, completely worn out. He had just finished reorganizing the root cellar. The weeding in the garden and helping with the laundry had cut down on the time he could work down there. Now, however, every single cursed chore that his brother had left for him was done. Every. Single. One.

Elrohir had to laugh at the many times he had slipped up and forgot to act like his brother. There were the many times he forgot to respond the name "Elladan", often leaving people wondering if he was going slightly deaf or was just still angry at his punishment. Then there were the occasions when he accidentally walked into his room, or started to get his clothes out to wear. Luckily he usually caught himself before he went out like that.

Then there were the issues that the twins didn't take into consideration when they came up with this stupid plan. For example, his tutors noticed a difference in his work. Elladan was never good at history, yet now he got every answer right. Yet for some reason he was struggling in math, which was always his strong point.

And during weapons training he excelled at the bow, yet struggled with his sword. The instructors couldn't figure it out. They assumed that he had simply been practicing the bow so much in his spare time he neglected the sword. Yet two weeks couldn't cause that much of a difference in his skill... could it?

So now Elrohir was assigned extra time practicing his math and the sword, just when he had finished all of his chores and was looking for some time to do whatever he wanted. He had been hoping that he would have some time to avoid people, to try to figure out how he was going to explain his sudden lack of math and sword skills. He had been planning small bits of mischief he could get into without blowing his cover.

Elrohir sighed and wandered over towards his desk; looking down at the extra math work he had been assigned. He picked up his quill and sat down to work on the problems.

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Two months later...

Elrohir sat in the top of the tree, trying to catch his breath. He had just done the dumbest thing he could have done. He had pulled a prank on Erestor. That wasn't the mistake though. Pulling a prank on Erestor shouldn't have gotten him into this huge mess. He had pulled many pranks by himself and no one had been able to tell which twin did it, unless Elrohir left his signature. But this time, he messed up. This time, the one time he really had to be careful to be Elladan, he left his signature.

Every time Elrohir left a prank he had been especially proud of, he had left his signature, a simple white feather left floating slowly to the ground after all the damage had been done. Elladan used a brown feather. Both of them had sworn to never use the others feather in order to frame them.

The prank he'd just pulled on Erestor had been wonderful, simply wonderful, a little bit of something involving honey, eggs, flour, and lots of chicken feathers. Elrohir had been so proud of it that without even thinking he rigged it up so it would drop the feather after the prank was done. Erestor had reached up and caught the feather, staring at it silently. Elrohir felt his heart skip a beat. They were dead, they were dead...

Erestor looked up to stare at him. "Elrohir?" He asked in an amazed voice. "But... but..." Elrohir didn't give him time to finish that thought. He had run in the opposite direction. And ran. And ran. And ran and ran and ran, until he had found this perfect tree for climbing up and hiding in the branches. Now, if he could only figure out how to get food without leaving the tree, no one would find him...

"Elladan! Elladan get down here! It's time for dinner!" His naneth stood at the bottom of the tree, calling up to him. Standing next to her was a cleaned up Erestor. Elrohir slid down the tree and groaned. This was not good...

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Two months later...

Elrohir jumped as someone came up behind him. One of the servants walked by, a concerned look on her face. Elrohir breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't Erestor. Elrohir had been rather jumpy and nervous for the past two months, ever since he pulled the prank on Erestor and left his signature behind. He had actually managed to avoid Erestor very well, yet the slight moment of panic whenever someone was walking behind him was making everyone rather worried.

Elrohir was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear someone come up behind him. He nearly jumped out of his skin, however, when Erestor said, "Ah Elladan, I've been meaning to talk to you." Was it just his imagination or did the Elladan sound like it was emphasized?

Erestor was blocking Elrohir exit; there was no way for him to escape this confrontation. "Umm... he-hello Erestor." He stammered. "Ni-nice to s-see you."

Erestor smiled. "So, Elladan, or should I say Elrohir," Elrohir jumped, but Erestor just continued. "How did you manage to pull it off?"

Elrohir stared at him, not quite understanding. Why wasn't he yelling for his parents and explaining that this was the wrong child? "Umm, well, there was a lot of planning..." Slowly and hesitantly, Elrohir began to explain how they managed to pull it off. Erestor didn't say anything throughout it; he just stood there smiling and nodding.

"Don't worry your secrets safe with me." He said once Elrohir was done. "And I have some suggestions for things you can do..."

A/N: WOW! Bet you weren't expecting that! Remember, reviews feed the muse!