I don't know...

An all out war:
Drabble number three.

*note from the author* As all of you know, or at least I assume, I do not own the Lord of the Rings. I merely enjoy toying with the characters. Reviews are much appreciated and welcomed!

Humming quietly to himself, he strolled along at a leisurely pace. He took the time to stop and admire the beauty that surrounded him, which he often failed to notice on many other occasions. A number of years had passed since his previous visit to the Last Homely House, and Legolas Greenleaf had greatly missed the well tended gardens of its Lord. They were a pleasant change of scenery from the caves of Mirkwood: the open air, the tall, magnificent trees, and the absence of man-eating spiders…

Another element that he had sorely missed was his long time friend and companion, Aragorn. Legolas had been informed that very morning that he was currently on patrol, and would not be returning for another day or so. And after nearly ten years, he supposed he could wait another day. After all, what was a day in the life of an Elf? A mere blip in the vast scope of eternity. These were his thoughts as he continued along his path. But they were soon interrupted. Rather loudly.

“You are by far the most idiotic creature that has ever walked the face of Arda!”

Legolas blinked, quickly assessing the situation before him. There stood the twin sons of Lord Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir. Faces inches apart and a snarl pulling both their lips, they looked as if they were preparing for an all out war.

The other twin seemed to snort, “I? The most idiotic? You, my brother, are that creature! I have never seen such sheer stupidity in all my years!”

“Why you-!”

What transpired next made Legolas gasp. In a blur of movement, one dark haired elf knocked the legs right out from under the other. He then pounced, pinning his brother to the ground. But soon the tables were turned as the one on the ground gripped a fist full of unbound hair and yanked.

“Do not pull my hair, you warg’s ass!”

“I’ll pull your hair as much as I damn well please! Get OFF me, you idiot!”

Legs and arms continued to flail and the shouting grew in volumes that soon hurt his delicate hearing. Legolas decided that he had one of two choices: He could walk away and avoid the possibility of seeing a kinslaying or he could stop them. Instead of turning and walking away-as any elf, man or other thinking creature would do in such a situation- he chose the latter of the two options.

The twins failed to notice their audience until he stood directly above them. “Cease this quarrel, both of you!” Both elves stopped their pummeling long enough to look up and the horror struck face of Legolas Greenleaf.

“Legolas? What are you doing here?” One of the twins asked in a surprisingly calm voice.

“Taking a stroll, were you?” The other questioned in a muffled grunt, as the side of his face was pressed into the dirt by the other’s boot

He looked at them for a moment, confusion spreading across his features, before he seemed to shake himself of it, “What YOU are doing, should be the question!”

There was a long moment of silence in which both twins appeared to think, then one replied with a small grin, “I don’t know.” He looked down at his brother, prodding him with his boot, “You?”

“No. Not really.” The answer was still muffled, as his face was still in the dirt.

“Then let him up!”

The calm twin shrugged and removed his boot from his brother’s face and untangled his fingers from raven hair. Then, after dusting off his tunic and leggings, he offered his brother a hand to his feet.

After being let up, the hand was gratefully accepted and he was soon standing. He too dusted the dirt from himself, before once again turning his attention to the elf standing before them. But his attention did not stay long. Elladan looked to Elrohir at nearly the exact same moment and grins slowly overtook their faces. Before the Prince of Mirkwood knew what hit him, he was tackled by both twins.

“What in the name of the Valar are you two doing?” He near screeched, his normally smooth elegant voice raised a number of octaves. But they did not answer and the scuffle continued.

Legolas hated Rivendel. He decided in that moment that he much rather preferred man-eating spiders to insane elf lords.


END!