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The Prank War
Chapter 8
All the elves of Rivendell gathered for the archery competition. Elladan and Elrohir were, naturally, in the front row. Arwen sat a couple of rows behind, her sharp gaze fixed on the twins scheming backs.
As midday neared, Arwen noticed the twins whispering, their heads close together. She leaned closer trying to hear what they were saying. Her eyes narrowed, "Brothers!" She snapped sharply, making Elrohir jump out of his skin.
"Sister!"
"I had a foolish hope that you two had actually grown up. How wrong I was..." Arwen flashed them a sardonic smile.
Elladan snorted, "You think we are immature? Well... you're just a stinkypooface!"
She stared at her brother for a moment before holding her head in her hands and chuckling hopelessly. "Just do not try anything stupid, Ada is going to skin your hides if you do." Elladan dismissed her words with a flick of his hand and concentrated on the archers. Arwen fumed silently; one of these days she would get her own back, and Elladan would not like it one bit.
It was Legolas's turn; stepping up to the marker he knocked an arrow. He stood poised, his eyes boring a hole into the miniscule target. Just as he let loose his arrow someone jumped up from the crowd and screamed, "ORC!"
Legolas twisted round, letting his shot fly wide, searching for the dreaded foe. The other contestants did the same. He could not see it. Where was it? He thought.
He finished scanning the area, utterly confused. Even the trees did not feel the presence of any orc nearby. He looked in the crowd trying to find the one who has shouted. His gaze landed on the twins.
Legolas ground his teeth together in frustration. "Thank you for scaring everyone to death." He complemented them sarcastically. Both twins saluted him as they leaned on one another in fits of hysterical laughter. "It was not that funny!"
Elrohir managed to stifle the giggles for a few moments, "No. But you should have seen the look on your face!" He collapsed in to chuckles again. Arwen snuck up and whacked him over the head with her shoe. The younger twin looked imploringly at her while he rubbed his sore head. He never noticed Legolas wink at his sister. The young elves felt someone's eyes on them; Elrond was staring murderously at the group. "Err... best get on with the competition then, dear leggy." He laughed nervously as their father continued to stare.
The competition continued. Legolas's nerves started to fray as he anticipated the twins to play up again. But the twins stayed on their best behaviour. Something is definitely wrong, he thought to himself.
The last round drew to a close and Legolas prepared to take the last shot...
Splat!
The last thing he expected was for a large pink paintball to come hurtling out of the trees and smack into the back of his head.
Silence emanated from the crowd as the crown prince Legolas stood before them. Dripping wet as pink paint slide down his neck and ran into his clothes.
"Now, you can't blame this on us" Elladan said smugly. Legolas glared at him.
"Really?" Legolas said, before flinging himself at the twins and pummelled every part of them he could reach. The trio rolled about on the ground, the crowd flinched every time they heard a particularly loud snap or punch.
"Stop this at once!" Elrond roared. Oh, how sick he was of this. He grabbed both his sons by the ear and dragged them off the prince. He stared at all three of them. "Throw them in the dungeons" He ordered the guards.
"What!" all three shouted in unison.
"My father will hear about this Elrond!"
Elrond smiled at Legolas, "I'm sure about that, no doubt he will thank me for shutting you lot up!" The trio couldn't believe it as the guards dragged them unceremoniously into separate cells.