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The Prank War

Chapter 5

Elladan knew he was acting like an elfling; barely able to sit still, but he couldn't help it. Only centuries of practice kept his anticipation from showing. Elladan smiled inwardly at Erestor, Glorfindel and Legolas, the three of them were sweating buckets. It had been hilarious to watch the three respectable elves turn into nervous wrecks, ready to spring in an instant like hunted deer.

Erestor had nearly made little Melpomaen break down in tears the other day for dropping a book by accident. Glorfindel hadn't been doing much better. Elrohir and Elladan had been going to his training sessions and sitting on the side lines calling out, it was funny to watch. His attention was focused mainly on the twins and his student's bore the brunt of his tension.

Elrohir jabbed his brother in the ribs with his elbow, snapping Elladan's attention back to the magnificent feast.

Grinning sheepishly, he listened to their father end one of his infamous and long-winded speeches, much to everyone else's relief. He watched out of the corner of his eye as one of the elves served Erestor, Glorfindel, and Legolas their drinks.

Elladan leaned over and speared one of his brothers potato's off his plate, "Do you have your nose-plugs?"

Elrohir's lips quirked as fought a smile, "Really Brother, I'm not as forgetful as you."

"I'm not forgetful,"He retorted indignantly. "You're the one who forgot to put his breeches on to go to the feast with all those advisers from Mirkwood. Ada was so embarrassed."

"I was twelve, barely out of the crib!" Elrohir turned to glare at him, "What about that time when you forgot to do the essay Erestor set us. You stole mine and I was the one who ended up being punished. I couldn't sit down for a week!"

"That wasn't your essay, it was mine!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Not!" Several elves sat near the twins smiled at their antics.

"Was!"

"Not!"

"Boys, I remember that incident, and it was Elrohir's work," Elrond said, interrupting before they could really start going at it. He shook his head as Elladan moodily stabbed at his food. Elrohir stuck his tongue out at Elladan when their father turned away.

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FARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT! Silence descended on the great hall as everyone turned to look at Erestor who was currently shrinking into his seat, his face an interesting shade of crimson. Elrond raised an eyebrow, his silvery grey eyes twinkling. Arwen, who was sitting next to Erestor, surreptitiously sniffed at the air next to him.

Before anyone could say anything another loud fart ripped through the hall, this time from Legolas who looked mortified. Everyone's heads whipped round to the other side of the room.

"It wasn't me, I swear!" He cried, standing up. He possibly would have been believed if not at that moment his tummy gurgled and let out a very high pitched trump, actually lifting the back of his heavy Royal green robes up.

Every single elf in the hall was choking on laughter, not wanting to be rude to the prince or Erestor. Elrohir was holding his sides, his lips twitching madly. Even Elrond looked like he wanted to laugh.

"Okay, so maybe I did produce some natural gases. I beg your pardon Master Elrond, I think I may have eaten something funny," Legolas corrected himself, his face rivaling Erestor's in color.

Ah, Erestor, the poor elf couldn't say anything. He was frozen in his chair doing a very good impression of a fish.

Elladan winked then grinned conspiringly at his twin while Elrohir smothered a guffaw when Legolas and Erestor started farting near continually.

Lindir burst out laughing suddenly unable to hold it in anymore. It was contagious. Soon howls and snorts of laughter rang throughout all of Rivendell.

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At the same time, Far away in Lothlorien...

Haldir, recently made March Warden, tilted his head. Faint laughter seemed to be flowing on the wind. Brow furrowed, he climbed back up the mallorn and sat down in the sparsely decorated wooden flet, wondering whether lack of sleep or that old Lembas he found in the bottom of his pack was causing him to hallucinate.

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Meanwhile back in Rivendell...

Nearly every elf bar Elladan and Elrohir was surprised and bemused at the actions of two most respected members of Elven society.

The Elves closest to Legolas and Erestor had passed out from the noxious and putrid fumes coming from said elves bottoms. The smell had slowly been permeating the entire room; it was like an orc that had been dead for a month on a platter of rotten eggs and three week old fish.

Elladan was under the impression that this was probably the best prank they had ever pulled. Elrohir agreed with him. Glorfindel was sitting four seats down from the twins, laughing so hard tears were running down his face.

Erestor and Legolas were near enough collapsed on the floor, no longer bothering to try and stop the farts coming from their bums.

Elrohir slid to the floor hiccuping slightly, "It's... like... like a... melody!"

Suddenly all the silver cutlery and glasses on the solid oak table started to quake, creating tinkling sounds. It felt like a major earthquake. If only it was...

Every pair of Elven eyes in the hall, blue, grey and green alike, were currently staring at one very embarrassed blond ellon. The thunderous fart he was producing had yet to stop and was making the chairs in the room wobble. It was so loud that most elves clapped their hands on their ears to stop their eardrums from bursting.

There was a ripping sound of fabric tearing. The ellon's pale face looked pained when the fart finally stopped.

"Glorfindel!" Elrond's jaw dropped open, "What the bloody hell was that!"