Posted: July 2004
Title: Playtime
Author: Naresha
Fandom: Tolkien
Genre: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: G
Beta: Larien Elengasse
Summary: Erestor gets stuck babysitting the young twins for Glorfindel.
Warnings: Silly, bossy elflings being mean to their babysitters
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, all characters were created by JRR Tolkien and it is not intended to cause insult or offence to the persons referred to herein.
Notes: Written for Lussuin in as little time as possible!
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Erestor sighed and twitched in his seat.

"Uncle Westor!" Elrohir glared up at him and smacked him on the arm. "No move!"

Erestor sighed and rolled his eyes. "Remind me, young men, why *I* must suffer this and not your uncle Glorfindel?!"

"Cause Unky Findel won't sit! ‘Cause Unky Findel is a meanie poopy-pants!" Elladan told him matter-of-factly.

"Right… Your uncle Fin is a meanie poopy-pants…" Erestor sighed wryly and dropped his head back to look at the ceiling. "I'm sure he'd simply *love* to hear that!" He groaned as he saw the upside down image of Glorfindel laughing at him as he walked towards him.

"Well, well, well! I see you have been keeping our young charges nice and quiet and entertained!"

"Oh shut it, Glorfindel! You were supposed to be looking after them, not me!" Erestor snapped. "If you really want to make it up to me, then sit down in the seat next to me and suffer the same treatment!"

"Finisd Unky Wes!" Two sets of small brown eyes grinned up at him, their hands covered in shiny red paint.

Erestor sighed and examined his hands and feet. "Thank you…" He sighed. "Boys… Why don't you get your Uncle Glorfindel to tell you a story?"

"No storwee! Want paint! Want paint Unky's face!" Elrohir demanded, bouncing up and down on Erestor's lap.

"Ah… No… Why not go see Uncle Glorfindel about that? Your Uncle Erestor needs a shower. Desperately!" he said, standing up and letting the young elfling fall to the floor. "Now let go of my leg!" he said, attempting to walk and finding that he had an elfling attached to each leg.

"NONONONONONONONO!!!" Each of the elflings screamed at the top of their lungs, gripping his ankles harder. "Unky Wessy not leave! Unky Wessy STAAAAAAAY!!! Unky Wessy no shower!"

"FIN!!!" Erestor bellowed.

"Need a hand, lover?" Glorfindel smirked from the doorway, his arms crossed.

"Try a foot! Now get your ass over here and HELP ME!!!" Erestor glared at him, his face growing increasingly crimson as he fumed. "NOW FIN, NOW!!!"

Fin laughed as he dropped to his knees. "Come on boys. Let's leave your Uncle Erestor to calm down and shower in peace."

"NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!"

"Right! That's it!" Fin clamped a hand over Elladan's mouth and pulled with all his might.

"For a famed Balrog Slayer, you sure don't seem to be having a whole lot of luck there, Glorfindel." Erestor smirked, one arm bracing him against the wall.

"Oh do be quiet, Erestor! You're the one who asked me to help – OW! Elladan! No biting!" Glorfindel pulled his hand away from the youngster's mouth. "And OW! No kicking!!!" Glorfindel's eyes watered as a sharp blow landed on one leg.

"Meanie Unky Findel!" Elladan continued to kick in protest at being removed from his preferred Uncle. "Meanie, stupy poopie-pants!!!" he screamed, clawing at Erestor's leg in a vain effort to keep a grip on him.

"Res… I suggest you start walking if you can! I can't really put this one down." Fin looked grimly from the elfling in his arms to the one attached to his partner's leg.

Erestor sighed and began to drag the younger of the two elflings towards the bathroom. "You are in serious trouble, Glorfindel! You make me do your job again, I will drug you up and tie you down and leave you locked in a room with these two monster munchkins!" He yelled, his face still burning bright red. "Get off me, Elrohir!" he demanded shaking his leg free of the final elfling and sprinting into the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind him and leaning against it. "They're all yours Fin!!!" He yelled through the safety of the wood.

"Fine! Really, Erestor, you do overreact sometimes! They are only elflings after all!!!" he sighed, putting Elladan down beside him. "You just pander to them and their silly little games. You bring it all on yourself." He laughed and shook his head, turning around. He found himself faced with two brightly grinning faces. "Unky Findel!" They yelled, each grabbing a hand of his and dragging him towards a seat. "Stowee! Unky read storee!"

"No." Fin told them bluntly. "You said I was a meanie, stupy poopie-pants. That makes you undeserving of a story."

"STOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" The young Peredhel screamed, smashing his fists into the wall.

"Elladan, the answer is still no!"

"Unky Wes always give us stowee!" Elrohir told him. "Me no tell say you meanie poopy pants! Why me no get stowee?"

Glorfindel sighed and rubbed his temples. Maybe Erestor wasn't completely wrong in his opinion of the twins. They were beginning to give him a headache. "Fine! Elladan – go to your room and stay there. You don't get a story, but Elrohir does."

"NO!!! NONONONON-" Elladan found himself with another hand clamped over his mouth as he was scooped up underneath Glorfindel's arm once again and carried kicking and attempting to scream to his room and deposited firmly inside and the door closed behind him.

"Alright, Elrohir. Story time!"

"UNKY FINDEL!!!"

Glorfindel turned around just in time to see a small, airborne bundle of elfling flying through the air before colliding with him and sending him to the floor with a thump. He blinked a couple of times, attempting to clear the mass of stars that decided to dance around his head at that moment. When they finally cleared, albeit just for a moment, two angelic faces greeted him, with cheeky grins plastered from ear to ear. "Hawoo Unky Findel!" Fin groaned as his eyes closed involuntarily.

Glorfindel had no idea how long it was before he finally woke up. All he knew was that he'd fallen asleep groaning and seeing stars and he was waking up exactly the same way. He went to blink, but found that once he'd closed his eyes he couldn't open them. "Umm…" he finally managed to pry his eyelids apart with his fingers. He groaned again as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head. "You little monsters are going to pay for this…" he muttered, scared by the amount of silence in the room. "Now… Where are you?" He groaned again, still rubbing the back of his head. He looked in each room, becoming more and more suspicious as he got further through the house he shared with Erestor. He finally walked into the living room.

"Ah! FINALLY! Where did you disappear to Erestor?!"

"Ah, Fin!" Erestor struggled to contain a fit of laughter. "There you are! We were wondering when you would come and find us."

"What do you mean, we???" Glorfindel asked, as two small brown heads popped up over the back of Erestor's seat and proceeded to glare at him

"Unky Poopie-pants!" Elladan scrunched his nose up and dropped back onto Erestor's lap.

Elrohir poked his tongue out at Glorfindel. "Unky Wessy read stowee! Unky Wessy NICE!" He poked his tongue out again before following his brother.

Glorfindel sighed and walked towards them.

"Ah… Fin… Would you mind getting me a towel from the bathroom? My hair's still wet." Erestor asked, smirking and winking at the twins from behind the safety of the tall, broad chair back.

"Sure. I guess…" Glorfindel shook his head. "Stupid kids, always playing favourites." He grumbled to himself as he walked out and headed towards the bathroom.

"Unky Wes? Why Unk Fin not noti-" Elladan was cut off as Erestor held a finger to his lips.

"Shh. Just wait!" he whispered, winking at the twins again. Erestor grinned, counting down in his head. ‘Ten, nine, eight…' he bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud. He chuckled softly, whispering out loud, "Three… Two… On-"

"ERESTOR!!!"

"Guess he doesn't like what he sees, huh boys?" Erestor and the twins giggled in the seat they all shared. "Perhaps he doesn't think orange taffeta bodices are really his style!"

Elladan almost fell of Erestor's lap with laughter. "Maybe he no like the pwetty powish on his fingies and toes! Pwetty pwetty purple!"

Elrohir laughed harder and did fall off Erestor's lap "Or maybe he no like pwetty face paint!"

Erestor laughed along with his young charges. "See boys? I told you your Uncle Fin could be fun!"

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THE END

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