What happens when a prank goes horribly wrong and Legolas begins to act like a character from Greek mythology? This story has been jumping around in my head since February but I just couldn't seem to nail it down properly. I present to you, dear reader, my latest attempt to bring to life this situation. My intentions are that, if I get enough of a response from this story, I shall continue with other LOTR-Greek myth collision stories. This story is completely AU and some modern language quirks may have slipped in too. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, places, etc - they belong to the Tolkien estate. Plot line is a reinterpretation of the Greek myth of Narcissus and Echo transferred to Middle-Earth.


That day started just like any other and there was no warning about the disaster that lay hidden, lurking in the shadows. It would be a day that no one in Rivendell would ever forget.

"What do you want to do?" drawled Elrohir.

"I don't know. What do you want to do?" inquired Elladan.

"Dunno."

Their conversation continued on in this manner for several minutes. Elrohir sprawled out on his bed, his dark head draping over the side, his hair streaming towards the floor. Elladan paced the length of his twin's room, hoping for inspiration to spring forth.

"We should pull a prank on someone," suggested Elrohir.

"That seems like a fantastic suggestion. Who?" questioned Elladan.

"Glorfindel?"

"I don't think that's a very good idea, he's still mad about the bucket of deer droppings."

"Still?" Elrohir exclaimed in disbelief. "That was like 5 years ago...Hmmm...Arwen?"

"Green hair dye."

"Right," grinned Elrohir, "that was a good one. Erestor?"

"He still hasn't recovered from that rash," responded Elladan.

"Oh. Ada?" Elrohir thought aloud. Both twins were silent but as soon as their eyes met, they burst out laughing.

"My back still hurts from mucking out all those stables!" Elladan declared.

"Who then?" sighed Elrohir as he rolled over onto his stomach to get a better look at his brother from the bed.

"Let me think," Elladan retorted as he continued to pace the length of the room. All of a sudden, his eye caught a sudden burst of movement outside the window. From his position, high in the trees, he could see an archer practicing at a distant range. Slowly a grin spread across his face as a devilish root planted itself within his mind.

"What?" Elrohir asked, seeing the look on his brother's face.

"I think it is high time we welcomed the Prince of Mirkwood to our home properly," grinned Elladan devilishly.

"It is our duty" Elrohir smirked evilly.


"Now what should we do to our fair-haired friend?" Elrohir asked as they stood in the healing supplies talan.

"I don't know, what do you think?" Elladan wondered while grabbing a mixing bowl, never noticing the white powder at the bottom of the white porcelain chalice.

"Dye job?" Elrohir suggested hopefully. "He would make a ravishing sight with indigo hair!"

"What's with you and dye jobs?" marveled Elladan as Elrohir shrugged sheepishly. "No, I have a better idea - boils. Ugly, pulsing, puss-y boils!"

Laughing, Elrohir commented, " You are Sauron himself! Absolutely brilliant!"

Elladan smiled knowingly, giving his brother a mocking bow. Then the two troublemakers began to toss all the required herbs and potions into the bowl, oblivious to the fact that they were cooking up more than a few hideously painful sores for their friend.


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