Mischief and Mayhem

by Jay of Lasgalen
May 17, 2010

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“Really, Estel, whatever possessed you?” Elrohir asked, surveying the damage from the top of the steps.   Foaming water covered the cobbled yard, and soap suds still bubbled up through the fountain.

“Well …” Estel scuffed his feet, wondering how to explain that the plan to wash his mud-caked clothing himself had seemed like a good idea at the time.  “I didn’t want mother to see …”

“Never mind, Estel,” Glorfindel advised, observing from the sidelines.  “Ignore them.  Your brothers have no right to chastise you.  You may not know, but they were known as Mischief and Mayhem when they were younger.”

“Glorfindel, please!”  Elladan protested weakly.

“They flooded the cellars once by diverting the stream instead of filling up the water barrels as they should have done,” Glorfindel continued.

Estel stared at his brothers.  The tips of Elladan’s ears had gone red.  “You did that?” he asked.  “When?”

“Never you mind,” Elladan said quellingly. “It was a long time ago.”

 “And did they really call you Mischief and Mayhem?  Which was which?”

Elrohir gave a snort of laughter, and jerked a thumb at his twin.  “I was Mischief, and he was Mayhem.  Unless it was the other way round …”