As Estel, Elrond, and Glorfindel stood in the study, they heard the
sound of an explosion. It sounded as if it came from the kitchen.
Suddenly, all three heard Elladan yell "Rima ten'ta!" They heard
what sounded like a herd of Orcs running through the halls.
Elrond, Glorfindel and Estel just looked at each other. No one
moved. No one really wanted to know what trouble had been caused by
three still intoxicated elves.
Finally, Elrond said, "We should make sure no one was hurt."
Estel and Glorfindel murmured, "We should." Still no one moved.
Maybe if they didn't move, the problem might resolve itself. But
then, again, maybe not.
Without a word being spoken, the three sighed and started for the
kitchen walking reluctantly, as slow as possible.
As Elrond, Glorfindel and Estel approached the kitchen, they could
hear Fildor yelling. As they entered, it looked like a blizzard had
struck. Everything had a coat of white. What they had taken for snow
turned out to be flour.
Elrond could feel his headache returning. He knew that if he looked,
he would see the same look on the others' faces.
"Mani marte?" he asked.
Fildor glared at him and said, "Those three are menaces! As I was
getting the flour for baking, they threw a small firecracker into
the kitchen. When it exploded, I dropped the cask of flour. You see
the results!"
"Very well, I will have them come in and clean up," said Elrond.
"NO! I do not want them in here! I will have my assistants clean
up!" replied Fildor with a wild look.
"Let's see if they can be found. Maybe I can talk them into sleeping
until the ale has left their system." Elrond didn't see Estel and
Glorfindel roll their eyes at that statement. They parted in front
of the door to Elrond's bedroom.
The Elf-lord opened the door. He saw three figures on the
balcony. "Ah, ha! I have them now", he thought. He turned to call
Glorfindel, but decided he could surely handle three young elves. He
strode into the room. "Elladan! Elrohir! Legolas! Please come here."
He was surprised when they neither answered nor moved. He was
getting a little angry by now. Again he called, raising his voice.
There was still no movement.
By now, he was getting very angry. He went out to the balcony-only
to discover the three figures were wearing his robes. He went over
to them. Someone-and he just knew who-had stuffed the robes with
straw. This was getting to be ridiculous!
Elrond came storming out. "FIND THOSE ELVES!" Everyone knew whom he
meant. The search went on for the rest of the day. Finally, the
searchers had to admit defeat.
As Estel was returning to his room, he decided to check his
brothers' rooms. He looked in.

Translation:
*Rima ten'ta! -Run for it!
*Mani marte-What happened