Title: A Bundle of Trouble
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Characters: Rúmil and Orophin
Rating: G
Summary: Two naughty Elflings…
Notes: Written for the 50 Passages Challenge
on LJ. Prompt 41 – It's not always a misfortune being
overlooked!
"Are
you sure you can do it?" Orophin asked worriedly. "It
is very
risky. Should we be caught…" he trailed off, staring
at Rúmil and
chewing on his lip.
"You
worry too much," Rúmil replied, looking irritated.
"Just trust
me – I know what I am doing!"
Throwing
up his hands, Orophin sighed. "Fine, just don't mess
up. If
anyone finds out we'll be in so much trouble…"
Rúmil
snorted. "No one will find out. No one ever notices me,
you
know that!" He grinned broadly. "It is not always
a misfortune being
overlooked!" The Elfling looked almost proud of himself,
despite not
having done anything yet.
"Alright
– let's do it." Orophin nodded firmly and grabbed
Rúmil's
hand, dragging him to the base of the large tree. "Are
you ready?"
"Of
course I am!" Rúmil rolled his eyes at his little
brother and
then, without further hesitation, leapt into the tree. Swiftly
he
climbed up, until he came to the talan that sat high in the
branches.
Once
there, he checked that no one was about before slipping inside
and grabbing what he sought. Within moments he was done and
was
rushing back down the tree, a bundle in his arms.
At
the bottom, Orophin was waiting for him. Shoving the bundle
into
his brother's arms, Rúmil kept running. "Come
on!" he hissed. "We
have to get far away or he'll guess!"
Knowing
this to be true, Orophin ran after his brother. They hurried
through the wood until they reached a point that they could
claim to
have been at all day. As long as they stayed out long enough,
no one
should suspect. Dropping the bundle on the ground, Orophin
sat down
next to it.
"Was
he still in the bath?" he asked.
Rúmil
nodded. "He was. He was singing too – it was dreadful!
He must
be part man to have a voice like that!"
Orophin
laughed, kicking the bundle back towards Rúmil. "What
do you
think Haldir will do when he discovers that every single pair
of his
leggings have been stolen?"
Rúmil
smirked and pulled one pair out, waving them around like a
flag. "As long as he doesn't blame us, I do not care!"
He sat back
and watched the legs billowing in the breeze. "That'll
teach him to
deny us dessert for a week!"
END
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