Author's Note: I would just like to say something so that we're all on the same page here...this story is pure randomness xD This was all written without a beta reader, and this chapter was actually written quite some time ago. I haven't gone over it again before I posted it here, so please excuse things. My writing style and everything has gotten more developed, and I guess you could say a little different, but I haven't had the heart (or the time) to go over this one and change it in any way yet.
Thanks again to my lovely reviewers: Lady Ambreanna, RiverOtter1, xo i love emmett xo, Daughter of Inis, and Eruanna Undomiel.
Well, I hope this makes you laugh at least, haha. Don't look to closely at it otherwise...written on a whim =D
Elladan and Elrohir were in a "fad" of bets against each other. Who could climb the highest, run the fastest, or try to drown a wizard in the pond, just to name a few. As well as such things as betting on which elf would lose their temper first over a frog in their pillow or a spider in their boot. They sometimes tried to include others in their bets, such as Legolas or Arwen, who usually never took the bait.
This particular night the twins were lounging near the doors of the main entrance to the dinner hall of Imaldris, wondering who would be first to step in the clear puddle of tree sap they had placed there.
Elladan grinned at his twin as they watched Legolas walk out ahead of two older elves who were deep in conversation. The young prince promptly stopped as his feet met the sap, but only a fleeting moment of surprise passed across his face, then it was gone. He stood standing there, as if for once he was being the polite prince he was supposed to be, and waited for the adults to go ahead. Which they did, and realizing that they were stuck somehow, began lifting their feet up and down like they were stomping. Elrohir snorted with laughter. He remembered his bet as his father came out the door a few minutes behind the prince and the other two elves.
"Fork it over, Elrohir," said Elladan, holding out his hand.
Elrond came up behind Legolas, and was surprised that the elfling seemed for once standing still. It was then he realized something was wrong by noticing his advisers stomping up and down, comically. Elrond raised his eyebrows questioningly at the prince, and tried not to laugh… smiling was beyond his control now.
Legolas noticed he had an audience as the two glued down elves were twisted about, watching to see if he was the culprit. The prince gave a sweeping and tremendous bow.
"Ta-da," he said, straight to the quickly reddening and fuming elven lords.
"Did you do this, Legolas?" asked Elrond suspiciously.
"Of course not," said the young prince innocently, "If I did, I wouldn't be stuck in it right now."
"That leaves us with twin possibilites, and I have a feeling I know who it is," said Elrond, starting to try and get the elfling out of the sap. The two other adult elves, meanwhile, had managed to slowly force their way out. Elrond called a guard over, who quickly unstuck Legolas.
"Now, Legolas, tell me where are the twins?" Elrond asked, because where the twins were Legolas was usually close behind.
"I don't know," said the prince, "Last I saw them was early at dinner, then they left."
"Do you know where Arwen is?"
"Nope."
"Very well then," said Elrond, "I will hunt them down soon enough."
Elladan started to whistle softly as Legolas walked by, to alert him to the twins, who were on the other side of the balcony, covered by vines.
"Thanks for not revealing our trap, Legolas," said Elladan, "We got three at once that time."
"I still have sap on my boots. Once your father finds you two, you're going to be scraping everyone's boots off for a month," said Legolas, looking down at his sticky feet, then exiting towards his room.
"Yeah, well, it looks like someone's ready to have his shoes shined," said Elrohir, nodding towards one of the angry elven lords not far off, whose face was steaming.
"Now for drowning that wizard in the pond," said Elrohir, flat on his back staring at the sky.
"Better yet, we drown one of the teachers, so we won't have any more work to do," said Elladan, who was fairly good at masterminding their plots and getting his twin to carry them out.
However, this statement brought on a shouting match of what they should do next, with the bets being ridiculous, though not so far fetched for twins such as themselves.
"Plug Ada's nose when he's asleep so he doesn't snore and see what happens!"
"Pour salt in Erestor's glass!"
"Fill Glorfindel's pillow with horse manure!"
"Throw a salamander in someone's face!"
"Make Arwen eat a frog!"
"Fill someone's shoes with spiders!"
"Tie Legolas upside down from a tree!"
"Sit under the table and tie everyone's legs together so they trip!"
"Glue Ada's shoes to the floor!"
"Catch a dwarf and invite him to dinner!"
"What kind of horror is that?" said Elladan, pausing.
"Well, the thought of a smelly dwarf even inside Imaldris would make Ada go nuts! And we'd tell the dwarf to throw his food at everyone!" replied Elrohir, smugly.
"Push people into the pond!"
"Wear black masks and be creatures of evil, tie everyone up, and drown them in a pool of molten lava, and if they don't get in quick enough, burn their behinds with a dragon!"
"Fling food at people using our spoons!"
"That could work!" said Elrohir, "We could do that tonight! But spoons aren't good enough. We need something that hits harder."
"We'll see when we get to dinner," said his twin, "C'mon."
The elflings were sitting together at one end of the long dining table. Unfortunately, the dwarf had failed to show up as Elladan and Elrohir had no luck out hunting for one, and fell into a mud puddle and were dragged back to Imladris by their father himself.
Legolas had been informed of the plan, which he seemed to enjoy as well. He was sitting next to Elrohir, pushing some peas about on his plate. One rolled off onto the table. Grinning wickedly at Elrohir, very casually he put his finger behind it, and with one smooth movement, flicked it as hard as he could across the table. Elrond paused, somewhat taken aback in the middle of a conversation as he saw one of his advisors smack himself in the face. Elrohir, feeling in good spirits, couldn't help some muffled laughter and even went far enough to shout "Bullseye!"
"Elrohir, be silent," reprimanded his father sternly, turning towards his advisor. "Lord Tronhen?"
"A bug, my lord, that was all," the advisor replied, glancing sideways at the twins, who, like most troublemakers, had their simply innocent and cute faces on. As did Legolas, except Arwen was glaring at him, and he was attempting to restrain himself from sticking his tongue out at her.
Next, Legolas decided to try some more experimentation with the peas. The elfling sent them spinning across the table, making sure each elven lord and even the ladies could have the benefit of being hit with a pea. Lord Tronhen was intently watching Legolas and the twins now, just to have the pleasure of catching them in the act. Glorfindel was lucky to be sitting right next to the three troublemakers, so he didn't get hit with peas as often, but gave them a few warning glances.
Elladan had a fit of coughing when Erestor was shot with a pea while his was talking and it happened to land in his mouth. Legolas, bursting with merriment, decided to entertain the twins by sticking two forks up his nose. Before Elrond or anyone else could catch him in the act, however, Elladan and Elrohir burst into fits of laughter--with their mouths full. Thus, they invented the greatest pea shooting machine known to elves. They laughed so hard with their mouths full that the peas came shooting out of their noses. Soon the whole table was in chaos.
"Elladan," giggled Elrohir between peas, "Bet you can't shoot a pea farther than I can."
"Oh yes?" Elladan and Elrohir's peas shot across the table, as if blown from an elven cannon, and the target this time happened to be their father. After laughing for a few seconds, then realizing who they had hit, the twins paused. Legolas shot one at Elrond as well, for good measure.
The table went absolutely silent. All eyes focused on the three elflings.
"Quick, do something," hissed Elladan.
"The Pea song!" Legolas shouted, and grabbing Elrohir, they stood on the table and danced around and around, stomping and singing something about food fights.
Lord Tronhen was the first to start laughing. After all was said and done, he said "Lord Elrond, I don't think I've ever had a merrier night."
Legolas, Elladan, and Elrohir jumped up, saluted the usually grim elven lord, and shot three peas high into the air. Thus, the night of peas, merriment, and much laughter was over--but, who knows? Maybe there is even more fun to be had when you catch a dwarf…
To be continued!