Title: Baby-Sitting: The Final Frontier

Author: TrinityTheSheDevil

Archive: Just ask. :D

Rating: G

Disclaimer: I don't own'em, at all.

Summary: Response to Cor's Challenge.  *VERY* short thing, Elrond takes vacation, leaves twins to baby-sit a 5 year old Estel.

Has to include:

 

It has to involve a little Estel, and either the Twins or Legolas, or both, if you wish. Can involve any other characters you desire. 

it must involve these lines. "That duplicitous old fart!" "YAY, demon demon demon!" and "Add a carrot and a chicken neck and you've got soup."

 

Thanks to Karine, my beta!  :D

 

Cor = I know you said no OC's, but I couldn't think of any elf for the part.  You'll know what I mean when you read it....sorry.  ;)  He doesn't have a major role though...............

 

 

"ESTEL!  Get your little butt out here right now!  It's time for *bed*!"  Elladan growled, and stomped through the halls.  His father and Glorfindel had decided now was a good time to visit Mirkwood, and had left Elrohir and him there to baby-sit.  It wasn't fun trying to baby-sit a five year old.  A hyper five year old.  A hyper five year old who didn't want to go to bed.  A five year old that was going to find himself being strangled soon.

 

Elrohir walked out of one of the rooms in the hall, and sighed.  "He's not in there either."

 

"You think?!"  Elladan wacked his head on the wall.  He hoped his father didn't find out about this.  Two "adult" elves couldn't even look after a kid.  Ah well, he had a sneaking suspicion that's why his father left in the first place.

 

"Come on, maybe he's in the garden."  Elrohir said, grabbing Elladan by the hair and pulling away.

 

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".........add a carrot and a chicken neck, and you've got soup!"

 

"WOW!  I didn't know there were so many ways to cook like that."  Estel grinned toothily up at Lorfiend, the "chef".  He wasn't actually a chef.  He was a chef-in-training.  And a very bad one at that.

 

"Well Estel, maybe someday you'll be able to cook as good as I can.  Until then, you can watch me."  Lorfiend smiled.

 

"Right now I'm watching your bread catch on fire."  Estel giggled.

 

Lorfiend squeaked and ran to the oven, flames now spurting out of it.  "EEK!"  The dark haired elf reached in and grabbed the bread, flinging it into the sink which was still full of water.

 

Estel laughed until he had tears leaking from his eyes.

 

Lorfiend paused and sniffed.  "Do you smell something burning?"

 

Estel, who was giggling so heart he couldn't breathe, pointed and gasped out,  "Yo-..*giggle*....your...*snort*......your butt is on fire!  Hahahahahahahaha!"  Estel fell off the stool he had been sitting on, as Lorfiend ran around trying to pat out his flaming backside.  He finally must have had a bright idea, for he suddenly dived into the large water barrel beside the stove.

 

Estel finally stood up, still chuckling, and shook his head.  Now bored with the elf who was currently whimpering in the barrel, he walked outside. 

 

It was a beautiful night, and Estel breathed in, the sweet scent of new spring flowers filling his senses.  Also, the scent of......smoke.  And someone singing!

 

"...the road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it be- *OOF*!"  Gandalf said as Estel tackled him.

 

"GANDALF!  What are you doing here?  I thought you were in the Swire!"  Estel grinned and hugged the old Istari.

 

"It's *Shire*, Estel.  And I'm here to talk to your Ada."  Gandalf laughed.

 

"Ada isn't here, he went to see King Thranduil.  But Elladan says he had to go because he's going crazy."  Estel giggled.

 

Gandalf smiled, and looked at the boy.  "Really now?  Where is Elladan?  Surely he's not letting you wander out alone at this time of night."

 

"Oh, no, he's trying to find me.  He can't though, because I'm really good at being sneaky now!" 

 

Gandalf laughed, and picked the boy up.  Walking towards Estel's room, he saw Elladan and Elrohir heading out of the gardens.

 

"ESTEL!  Where have you been?!  Do you know how worried we were?!  And how could you-......do you smell smoke?"  Elladan sniffed.

 

"Oh, that's just Lorfiend.  He set his butt on fire again."

 

"Oh."  Elladan said, before frowning at Estel.  "You didn't eat any of his cooking did you?"

 

"Oh no.  It looks like horse dung.  Smells like it too."  Estel made a sour face, which caused Elrohir to snicker.  Indeed, Lorfiend was possibly the worst "chef" in Middle Earth.

 

"Ah well, come on then.  Time for bed."  Elrohir reached over to take Estel from Gandalf, but the boy held on tightly to the wizard.

 

"Perhaps I will put him to bed tonight, I seem to remember a story the young one might want to hear.  Something about a mighty elf and a demon."

 

"YAY, demon demon demon!"  Estel bounced in Gandalf's arms, as the wizard walked towards his room again.

 

"That duplicitous old fart!  How come Estel won't go to bed when WE tell him stories?!"  Elladan glowered.

 

"Why do you ask me?  As if I know the answer."  Elrohir shook his head. "Come, let us use this time to get as much rest as we can.  With Gandalf here, I am expecting something to blow up, fall down, or be demolished tomorrow."

 

Elladan frowned.  "I suppose you're right." 

 

As the twins went to their rooms to sleep, they never heard Gandalf say, "...so Estel, have I told you about the time the twins decided to repaint Thranduil's throne?"