DISCLAIMER: All things of LotR belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. All things of MC belong to Cassia and Siobhan (Genius, they are) And am only a small part of the Silithluin board. ( www.silithluin.proboards23.com )

It helps if one reads MC to understand some of the jokes or events mentioned in this story.

This is set far before the war of the ring, and so none of the characters know what is to come. A very fun subject that I have to keep them from…

A/N: Words bracketed by ‘*’ are *italic*

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Chapter 1 – Mini Me

“Elladan…” I asked quizically, arms folded as the elf in question sat entranced.

Nothing. Just the beepbity-bloop of the video game.

“Elladan…” I asked again, now smiling. This was too funny. There the Noldor sat, cross legged, in some newly bought jeans and a Dr. Pepper t-shirt, (letting him blend in with the rest of the ‘strange’ world) mouth open slightly, with his hands on auto pilot mode as they moved the knobs and buttons automatically. Meanwhile, on the screen, a computer generated elf ran through a dark forest, encountering orcs and what not on the way.

Sighing, I looked over at Elrohir, who was in a similar state, save that he was simply watching, rather than playing.

“Not you too…” I briefly wondered if the elf would respond.

Nothing.

Oh yes… This was now officially too tempting to pass up. As a wicked smile spread across my face, I began to recite one of my most beloved MC lines of all time.

“Elladan, Elrohir burnt down the camp because he found a giant spider’s nest in your bedroll!” I shouted, hoping to gain the elf’s full attention. And, after several seconds, and several orcs killed, Elladan started to twist his head towards me, but made no movement to rip his eyes from the screen of the ‘magic box’.

“Wha?…” he asked, sounding as if he was half asleep, half drunk. With a roll of my eyes, I sat down beside him and took the game controller away, letting the virtual elf on the screen flash red as orcs mauled him. Elladan’s hands were still shaped to hold the controller, and his fingers twitching.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” he raged, after he finally realized that the virtual Elladan, or ‘mini me’, as I had told him to call it, was no longer responding to his commands, and was, instead, being killed.

“I, my dear elf, am saving your sanity. You are obsessed,” I responded, looking to the screen only when it announced that ‘Mini El’ had died to a band of orcs. And with a full quiver, no less.

“See what you did!” Elladan continued, ignoring my comment. “You killed me!” he exclaimed, looking absolutely bewildered. Laughing, I punched him in the side.

“OW! What in valar’s name was that for?!” Elladan asked, leaning in to his left, where my fist had made contact with his ribs.

“Well, I wanted to see if you were dead. Obviously, you are not,” came my reply, quite a matter of factly. The look on his face was priceless. Running his hand through his now short cut hair (after six days we all finally convinced he and his brother to do so – though it still covered their pointed ears) he winced slightly. Even after everyone told him that hair was hair, and would eventually grow back, he hated us for it. Supressing a smile, I looked over at Elrohir, who had apparently fallen asleep, judging by the glazed look in his eyes.

“Come on,” I proposed, wanting to get the elf off the playstation and doing something else. “Let’s-” But before I could even finish, another voice entered the room.

“What is that?” Estel asked, staring at the screen. I gripped the controller tighter.

“Estel! It’s so cool! Its like… Like… Like being in a battle, except, you don’t get injured! You can shoot orcs, and trolls, and something called ‘Uruk-hai’, which SG here refuses to explain to me, and… It’s awesome!” Great. Now he was starting to talk like us too. Just perfect. Estel raised an eyebrow at his brother, most scarily like Lord Elrond would have. Is ‘scarily’ a word? Ah well.

“A battle…” Estel asked, still unconvinced apparently.

“Yes! And you can choose who you want to control, and they have all sorts of weapons you can use, and- Hey! What are you doing?!” Elladan cut short as he realized that I had turned off the video game and was winding up cord around the game controller.

“I told you. I don’t need all of you getting obsessed with something that won’t be in middle earth when you return. And unfortunately, it seems I have failed. You, at least,” I replied, sounding way too much like a mother reprimanding children. And they said they were more than two and a half millenia older than me – Ha! Elladan sighed. Obviously, he didn’t care about returning home at the moment. Rather, all he cared about was that ‘mini me’ had died, and in the hands of a human girl, no less.

“Fine. You humans really are horrible, you know,” came the frustrated reply.

“Elladan, mind your words. *I’m* human too, you know,” Estel said, wondering what was so great about a game on a glass screen.

“Oh. Sorry Estel.”

“Anyway…” I said, now desperate to get Elladan away from the video games. “What do you want to do? – Besides video games,” I asked, wondering what exactly he would say.

“Well… What about one of those moving pictures? ‘Movies’, you call them?” I suddenly panicked. He was staring right at our extended edition copy of The Return of the King. Not good.

“Well, I would love to, but… We don’t have enough time… And I think we all need some fresh air…” I explained, making a note to hide the DVD trilogy later. Both Elladan and Estel cocked an eyebrow, looking at each other. Clearing my throat, my mind raced. What in the world was I supposed to suggest? Fishing?!

“Well… I could take you to our public library. I’m sure that you would find something interesting there,” I said, needing an idea quickly. I would soon regret this. But that is for later. The duo seemed a bit confused, but nodded slowly. But then Elladan looked at his brother, who was had fallen asleep while sitting on our leather couch.

“What about him?” he asked, pointing his thumb at the still figure behind him.

“Well, assuming he’ll kill us if we don’t drag him along with us, we’ll wake him up. Come.” Estel quickly started to shove his adoptive brother back and forth, his limp form resembling something of a jello substance. But, as he did this, Elrohir murmured something I couldn’t understand in elvish. But obviously, I had missed something amusing. Elladan rolled his eyes with a smirk while Estel, in vain, tried to repress a laugh. I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms.

“Blackmail material, I’d assume?” Elladan nodded with an rather mischievous grin. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. Was he always thinking of ways to humiliate and torture his poor twin? Yes, Kel and I had our moments, but nothing like the seemingly eternal bickering of those two. I pity Lord Elrond. To put up with such twins as Elrohir and Elladan… Every single day of his life… Nevermind. Estel must have it worse anyway.

“You are always plotting something or another, aren’t you?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. “Nevermind. You up, El?”

“Yes… How did I fall asleep?”

“I do believe it was something along the lines of hypnosis.”

“What? Hypnacsoos?”

“Forget it. We’re all going to the library, want to tag along?”

“Um… Ok…”

“Great! Come, all my dear followers, and I shall show you the wonderous land of non-historical, sci-fi fantasy, exiting, engaging and in all other words completely awesome reading! Nothing like what you had back at home, let me reasure you.”

“Alright.” Elladan said, looking about ready to march out to discover the world, “Where do we start?”

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