Mosquito's and Ivy and Bedbugs, Oh My!

Disclaimer; I don't own Tolkien, most likely never will, and I'm certainly not doing this for money.
Note: This drabble is in response to LuthienTinuviel's Challenge: "Something Itchy This Way Comes" I'm sorry it isn't very humerous...

Erestor winced as his sensative ears picked up the sound of panicked shouts and tears. He knew they belonged to the whirlwind Lord Elrond fostered. Estel, the human child he gave lessons to, was running down the corridor, toward his teacher's study, screaming and crying and most likely bothering all of the inhabitants of Imladris.

Sure enough, the door was flung open with a bang and a tiny child hurtled across the room and jumped onto Erestor's lap. Erestor sighed and put down his quill, settling for holding the child gently instead. "Hush...hush Estel. What is the matter?"

Watery grey eyes looked up soulfully into his own dark ones. Erestor asked, "Does it have to do with the twins?" Estel's lip quavered as he fought to stop crying. He nodded and scratched at his arm. Erestor rolled his eyes to the heavens, "Mighty Eru preserve us."

Estel sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve. Erestor sighed and pulled a hankerchief out of his pocket, handing it to the child in his lap. Estel blew his nose and crumpled up the linen in his small hand. "'Restor, do I have a dis-eaze?" Erestor smiled down at the little on in his arms, "Disease, Estel."

The child nodded and scratched his arm again, saying impatiently, "That is what I said 'Restor." The Chief Advisor corrected yet again, "My name is Erestor. Come now, you are old enough to say it." Estel huffed impatiently and said, "But I am saying your name 'Restor."

Erestor let it go and said wearily, "You have no disease that I know of Estel. Why do you ask?" The little imp scratched his arm furiously and wailed, "Ell'dan and Elrohir said that I had a dis-eaze on my arm and they ran away from me! I wanted to play with them but they ran away!"

Erestor smiled slightly. Poor Estel, if he knew anything it was that Estel's feelings were easy to hurt. Any child's would be if they had been refused by a playmate. "Show me your arm Estel."

The child pushed up his dirty sleeve and Erestor drew in a sharp breath. Estel heard it and wimpered in fear. There were patches on Estel's arm that were red and swollen, and judging by the dried blood, the child had been scratching it before.

Estel made a move to scratch at his arm again but Erestor swatted his hand away. Estel looked up into the worried face of the advisor. "Am I gonna die from the dis-eaze 'Restor?" Erestor kept his eyes on the arm, examining without touching, "Of course not Estel. Come, we will pay a visit to your father."

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Lord Elrond looked up in surprise, and then fear as he saw his Chief Counselor enter his room with a child in his arms. Erestor set Estel down and said calmly, "Excuse us my lord, but I do believe Estel is in need of your assistance." Estel wandered over to a seat and sat down, curling up. Lord Elrond got up from his desk and walked over to his Chief Advisor.

"What is it?"

Erestor's face now betrayed panic and concern, "That's just it Elrond...I don't know! It's nothing I've seen before..." Fear gripped Lord Elrond's heart, but he kept it in check and asked, "What is it Erestor?"

"A rash I believe...Estel has been itching it and now it's..." He trailed off as the lord of Imladris went over to his son and softly whispered in his ear. Estel nodded and pushed up his sleeve. His foster father took one look at the rash, looked at Erestor, then back at Estel, and laughed.

Estel looked at Erestor in a panic. The Chief Advisor almost hyperventilated. Lord Elrond was having a panic attack! Dear Eru what should he do? He put a hand on his lord's shoulder and said calmly, "It's all right my lord, Estel will be fine, he's-" He was cut short as Elrond's door was slammed open, and a harried looking Glorfindel dragged in two crying elflings.

Elladan and Elrohir broke away from Glorfindel and rushed to their father, babbling all sorts of nonsense. Erestor looked at Glorfindel and said wildly, "Estel has a diseased rash and Lord Elrond's having a panic attack! Glorfindel get these two out of here!"

Glorfindel shook his golden head and said in a just as panicked way, "I can't! I brought them to their father because they to have rash! It is red and swollen and they were itching it so it bled! Am I just supposed to leave them like that in the training fields? Honestly Erestor, I do have a sense of mercy!" Erestor shouted, "You certainly don't show it towards me! Barging into my study...the library...messing up my schedule and Valar know I don't get any work done when you're around, you-"

Lord Elrond stood up quickly and bellowed, "SILENCE!" Glorfindel and Erestor stopped bickering, Elladan and Elrohir ceased to speak, and Estel sat there solomly waiting for his foster father's verdict.

Elrond sighed and turned toward Estel. He said tenderly, "Estel, this is not a diseased rash. It is just a minor case of poison ivy. Whoever told you otherwise..." Here he shot a glance toward his twin sons, "Will apologize to you."

Elrond turned to his advisors, "Thank you Glorfindel, Erestor. You are excused." The two turned to go but then Lord Elrond said mildly, "And Erestor? I was not having a panic attack. I was merely amused by the fact that a calm elf such as yourself should become worried at a case of poison ivy."

Glorfindel smirked at Erestor who blushed. "My apologies." The advisor said smoothly, not willing to admit he had no idea what poison ivy was. Glorfindel answered that question by asking tentatively, "My lord...what is 'poison ivy'?"

Lord Elrond answered, "A rash that comes from a plant Glorfindel. This plant spreads a certain oil that causes inflamation of the skin. Being of mortal blood, I'm surprised Estel and my sons have not managed to obtain it yet."

Glorfindel looked relieved, "Ah. Only mortals are affected by it?"

"That is my guess. Would you like to test it out?"

Glorfindel and Erestor looked at each other nervously...Lord Elrond was getting slightly annoyed by their presence. "Er...no thank you my lord. We'll be going now." Glorfindel voiced.

The two practically fled their Lord's study, pitying the mortals affliction.