Title: LotR Advent
Challenge: Trolling for Gifts Pt. 10/24
Author: Deathangelgw
Disclaimer: They aren't
mine, but damned if I didn't wish that they were.
Warnings: AU, sap, fluff,
silliness
Pairings: Young Elrohir,
Elladan, and Legolas, Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Summary: Day Ten of the
Advent Challenge-> Yule presents are so fun to find…
Beta: none since I want to
get this posted right away, so any mistakes are all MINE!
A/N: This is for an Advent
Challenge that I had posted/taken up. Each day will be a different
person/pairing from LotR. I'd like to thank Iniquity for keeping this up and
wish everyone a blessed Christmas! Enjoy! Please review!
‘thoughts’
"Can you reach it yet?"
Elladan's voice was strained and breathless as it floated out from the library,
attracting another pair of Elfling ears.
"Not…yet…can you push up
farther?" Elrohir replied, his own voice muffled which piqued the third curious
Elfling and made him speed up.
"You are too heavy, tôr!"
Elladan cried before the sounds of slipping feet, falling bodies, and thumping
books echoed out amidst their cries of surprise and pain.
Picking up speed, Legolas
ran in and stopped to a most amusing sight indeed. Elladan and Elrohir were in a
pile of chubby arms and legs tangled together amidst several fallen tomes on the
ground of the second aisle of the library. "What are you two doing?" he asked in
amusement as he played with a few locks of his hair while watching them try to
disentangle themselves from the other.
"We are *trying* to see what
those boxes are up there! But Elrohir is too heavy!" Elladan grunted out as he
rubbed his head and glared at his twin.
Huffing, Elrohir glared back
tearfully. "I am not! You are too clumsy *and* short!" he accused his brother,
sniffling.
"Well why not let me help?"
Legolas asked as he stepped in, stopping the twins from fighting with a simple
diversionary tactic.
"It is too high, meldir. And
we have tried climbing as well with little success," Elladan grumped as he
crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. Elrohir nodded sadly, sniffling and
sighing as he looked up at the elusive presents.
"Well let us try once more.
But why do we not try a stool?" Legolas suggested with a grin as he pointed at
the large cushioned stool that sat invitingly before the fireplace and twin
plush chairs.
Looking at each other in
surprise, Elladan and Elrohir hit their heads. "We are idiots!" they declared in
unison before all three ran over to the stool. They went to the far side of the
stool and leaned into its plush sides, pushing with all their might and sending
it inching along the floor towards their destination. Once there, they
collapsed, gasping for breath and sweaty from their exertions, but excited as
well.
After catching their breath,
they scrambled onto the large flat top and looked up thoughtfully. Elladan
smirked and pointed at Legolas. "You stand on our backs since you are the
thinnest," he ordered, grinning even more as Elrohir huffed and Legolas
shrugged. The twins bent, bracing themselves with their hands on their knees and
steadied themselves and the stool as Legolas began to climb onto their backs.
Legolas reached up and carefully drew the box out into his hands. He crowed in
triumph, and then wobbled with the other two before they fell over and bounced
off of the stool to the hard ground below.
The box flew out of Legolas'
hands and slid away before being stopped by a booted foot. Seeing the foot, the
trio looked up slowly into Glorfindel's stern, yet amused gaze. He put his hands
on his hips and looked between the box and the sheepish Elflings. "Well now, pyn
neth. What are you doing here?" he asked knowingly as they stood up carefully
and shuffled in their spots. (young ones)
Elladan, being the brave
eldest Elfling that he was, looked up proudly and jutted his chin out
stubbornly. "Elrohir and Legolas had wanted to know what was in that box," he
declared as he pointed at his fellow conspirators while they gaped at him.
"I did not!"
"Tôr how could you?!"
Both enraged Elflings
tackled the culprit and wrestled around while Glorfindel watched. Grinning, the
Seneschal shook his head, replaced the box where it belonged, and pushed it back
so they couldn't get to it again. He then went to the wrestling pile and
separated them easily, lifting them up so they were facing each other, but
unable to fight as they hung in the air, glaring at the other. He shook his head
again and sighed. "Well now…it looks like you just will not be receiving any
presents this Yule," he commented in a resolved tone of voice, struggling not to
laugh at their crest-fallen gazes as he carried them from the room.
"Nay, Glorfindel! We shall
be good!" they all cried beseechingly as they were taken to where their fathers
were currently meeting. Glorfindel just chuckled quietly and the three looked at
each other in despair. As the door shut behind the four, the three Elflings
vowed to never get into trouble again.
…well maybe not right away
that is…
~Fin
