zhie | funny! Glorfindel for alexcat

It's... more than a drabble -- so sorry! (not really)

I just kept rambling until I cut myself off...

and more than just Glorfindel is in it

still six more slots open for drabbles... going to watch a little TC tonight to make sure that I'm remembering events right on the plotbunny that jumped over for cheezey's Alluro/Chilla drabble...

title: Koo Koo Ka-Choo

On the nursemaid’s requested day off, it was Glorfindel who offered to keep an eye on the twins. It was Erestor who then discretely told Elrond he would keep an eye on Glorfindel.

The councilor knocked to announce his presence before letting himself in. It was time for breakfast, and all three sat at the table – Glorfindel with his back to him, and the twins looking up from across the table, all grins and giggles.

“Good morning,” said Erestor.

Elladan managed only ‘Good’ before falling halfway off his chair. Elrohir snorted milk out of his nose.

“What on Arda...” Erestor hurried over to the boys, sitting Elladan back onto his chair before grabbing a cloth with which to aid Elrohir. “Glorfindel, can you—“ That was when he glanced up and noted that Glorfindel, well-dressed that morning as he always was, shimmering golden hair pulled back at the sides with those oh-so-customary braids, had two sticks of carrots, one stuck up each nostril, though sat reading a letter as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “Do we need to find a nursemaid for you, too?” This sent the twins into fits of laughter again.

“No, I am simply complying with their wishes,” he said, his voice a little muted from his nose being plugged up. “I asked them if they would prefer to dine with me or a walrus, and they chose the walrus. Who am I to argue?”

“Honestly, take those out of your nose right now. Besides setting a bad example – how many times has Elrond been called upon to remove something from a child’s nose? – if you sneeze, you could very well knock something off the table if one of those carrots comes loose,” scolded Erestor.

“Not carrots! Those are his tusks!” shouted Elrohir gleefully.

Glorfindel nodded. “He is correct. We magically turned these carrots into tusks before you arrived.”

“Kindly remove your tusks, then, Mr. Walrus.”

“Fine.” Glorfindel carefully removed the carrots, which had caused his nose to swell up just a bit. Then he leaned over and tapped Erestor on the arm. “You are a sea turtle.”

“What?” Erestor blinked, and the subsiding gigglers began to tremble in their seats as the laughter bubbled up once more. “What are you talking about?”

“When Elladan woke up, he was a whale. Then he tagged Elrohir, who became a seal. He tagged me, and that was how I became a walrus. You, darling, are a sea turtle.”

“I am no such thing,” countered Erestor. This only made the twins more merry.

“Sorry, you are a sea turtle until you tag someone. Those are the rules,” explained Glorfindel, still with a very serious look on his face.

Erestor reached out to tap Elladan on the head, but the boy squirmed away. “I am already a whale. You need to find someone else.”

“He never said that was a rule,” argued Erestor.

“It is. You never asked for the complete set of rules,” answered Glorfindel.

“This is ridiculous. I have work to do.” Erestor finished cleaning up the snorted milk mess Elrohir had created before walking back to the door he had entered through. “Try not to get into too much mischief,” he warned.

“We will try not to,” promised Elladan.

“I was talking to Glorfindel,” Erestor said before leaving.

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That evening, after the adults finished their work and the children were in bed, Erestor and Glorfindel joined Elrond and Celebrian for tea and conversation. Celebrian set two trays on the table before joining them; one with biscuits and small cakes, and the other with fresh vegetables cut into chunks and slices.

“Erestor, would you mind passing me a few of those carrots?” asked Glorfindel innocently.

Erestor smirked. “Only if you promise to eat them, Mr. Walrus,” he replied as he gathered up a few on a plate.

“But of course, Mr. Sea Turtle,” Glorfindel said.

Sometimes, Elrond had to wonder if the odd names they threw at each other were insults or terms of endearment. In this case, he had a pretty good idea of what was going on. “Did Elladan have another dream about whales?”

“Good guess,” said Glorfindel, pleasantly amazed. “Has he done that often.”

“Often enough that Celebrian is also known to be an otter,” Elrond informed them.

“Oh, reveal my secret sea creature identity but not yours – very nice, Mr. Starfish,” said Celebrian, as Elrond blushed and the other elf-lords laughed.