I Melello Atara ar Atar
By: Emmithar
Rating: PG
Summary: Young Elrohir and Elladan learn a little lesson in life. How far can a parent's love stretch for two?
A/N: For my regular reviewers, I'm still working on the other story, it's about 3 and a half chapters don, so almost ready for posting, I'm guessing another week or two. But this here is another story idea that I got, and, truthfully it is not a part of the series, it takes place when the twins are very young. So I hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review.
Chapter one
The early morning was gray at first, but as the sun rose it shed its rays upon the white powdery substance that covered the ground, bringing false warmth to the day. It rolled over the hills and settled on the trees, bending their branches toward the ground as the weight mounted. The ponds had frozen and a thin cover even lay upon the fast moving rivers.
Even as early as it seemed, candlelight flickered in the windows as fires were lit to keep the halls warm. Inside the bickering of children kept the Elrond, Lord of Imladris, and his wife Celebrian well awake, and on their toes.
The two twins, nearing their 7th birthday had already finished a warm morning meal, and now were sitting on the floor in the den, tugging the last of their winter clothes on. It was the first snowfall of the year, and the young elflings were excited to enter its domain.
Elladan looked up at his younger twin as Elrohir struggled to get his last shoe on. Leaning over Elladan snatched the cerulean cap from his brother's head.
"Hey, give it back," Elrohir whined sitting up.
"It's mine," Elladan stated firmly, pulling the cap down so it stretched over his eyes. An ironic grin split across his face as he saw Elrohir's expression through the fabric.
Reaching out to reclaim his hat, Elrohir nearly fell over as his elder brother pushed him away. "Give it back toror'!"
"Din nessaamins," Elrond called to them as he entered the room. "What reason is their to raise your voice so loud Elrohir?"
"Elladan won't give me my cap back," he pouted, crossing his arms.
Elrond gave his older son a strict look as the young Elfling pulled it off quickly. Raising an eyebrow Elrond spoke. "Give it back to your brother."
"But I want to wear it." Elladan was now the one pouting as he reluctantly handed it back.
"Oh Elladan, you have your own hat to wear," Celebrian laughed softly as she entered the room. Pressing the warm mug of tea into her husband's hand she knelt on the floor besides them.
"But I don't like the red one," Elladan whined.
"But red is a beautiful color ionamin." She picked up the red cap from the floor, pulling it gently over his head. "See, you look handsome in it," she stated, smiling softly.
Elladan tried his best to continue pouting, but his face lit up into a smile when his mother began tickling him.
"Are you two ready to go?" Elrond asked them, smiling at the elder twin's laughing.
Both of them nodded as the pulled themselves to their feet. Elrohir wrapped his hand around his mother's, pulling her along as he raced for the door. "Come on atara! Come outside with us."
Celebrian laughed as she freed her hand from her son's. "Not right now, perchance later. Your father and I are going to spend some time together."
"They're gonna kiss," Elladan snickered as he stood by the door.
Elrohir stuck his tongue out. "That's gross."
Elrond laughed heartily as he came up besides his wife. "You'll understand one day," he told them.
Elladan shook his head. "I won't never kiss a girl, or a boy!"
"That's good to hear," Celebrian said as her laughter mingled with Elrond's.
"Wait a moment, Glorfindel will go out with you two."
Smiles lit up on the two Elfling's faces at this announcement. "Glori," they cried, using the nickname they had granted him long ago.
Running down the hall, Elladan disappeared around the corner as he searched eagerly for the fair-haired Elf. Elrohir waited impatiently by the door, smiling when Glorfindel finally came into a view. With an easy push the door swung open as the three entered the wintry wonderland. Glorfindel gave an apologetic look before he was drug out into crisp air. How could such a perfect morning turn so bad?
TBC
By: Emmithar
Rating: PG
Summary: Young Elrohir and Elladan learn a little lesson in life. How far can a parent's love stretch for two?
A/N: For my regular reviewers, I'm still working on the other story, it's about 3 and a half chapters don, so almost ready for posting, I'm guessing another week or two. But this here is another story idea that I got, and, truthfully it is not a part of the series, it takes place when the twins are very young. So I hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review.
Chapter one
The early morning was gray at first, but as the sun rose it shed its rays upon the white powdery substance that covered the ground, bringing false warmth to the day. It rolled over the hills and settled on the trees, bending their branches toward the ground as the weight mounted. The ponds had frozen and a thin cover even lay upon the fast moving rivers.
Even as early as it seemed, candlelight flickered in the windows as fires were lit to keep the halls warm. Inside the bickering of children kept the Elrond, Lord of Imladris, and his wife Celebrian well awake, and on their toes.
The two twins, nearing their 7th birthday had already finished a warm morning meal, and now were sitting on the floor in the den, tugging the last of their winter clothes on. It was the first snowfall of the year, and the young elflings were excited to enter its domain.
Elladan looked up at his younger twin as Elrohir struggled to get his last shoe on. Leaning over Elladan snatched the cerulean cap from his brother's head.
"Hey, give it back," Elrohir whined sitting up.
"It's mine," Elladan stated firmly, pulling the cap down so it stretched over his eyes. An ironic grin split across his face as he saw Elrohir's expression through the fabric.
Reaching out to reclaim his hat, Elrohir nearly fell over as his elder brother pushed him away. "Give it back toror'!"
"Din nessaamins," Elrond called to them as he entered the room. "What reason is their to raise your voice so loud Elrohir?"
"Elladan won't give me my cap back," he pouted, crossing his arms.
Elrond gave his older son a strict look as the young Elfling pulled it off quickly. Raising an eyebrow Elrond spoke. "Give it back to your brother."
"But I want to wear it." Elladan was now the one pouting as he reluctantly handed it back.
"Oh Elladan, you have your own hat to wear," Celebrian laughed softly as she entered the room. Pressing the warm mug of tea into her husband's hand she knelt on the floor besides them.
"But I don't like the red one," Elladan whined.
"But red is a beautiful color ionamin." She picked up the red cap from the floor, pulling it gently over his head. "See, you look handsome in it," she stated, smiling softly.
Elladan tried his best to continue pouting, but his face lit up into a smile when his mother began tickling him.
"Are you two ready to go?" Elrond asked them, smiling at the elder twin's laughing.
Both of them nodded as the pulled themselves to their feet. Elrohir wrapped his hand around his mother's, pulling her along as he raced for the door. "Come on atara! Come outside with us."
Celebrian laughed as she freed her hand from her son's. "Not right now, perchance later. Your father and I are going to spend some time together."
"They're gonna kiss," Elladan snickered as he stood by the door.
Elrohir stuck his tongue out. "That's gross."
Elrond laughed heartily as he came up besides his wife. "You'll understand one day," he told them.
Elladan shook his head. "I won't never kiss a girl, or a boy!"
"That's good to hear," Celebrian said as her laughter mingled with Elrond's.
"Wait a moment, Glorfindel will go out with you two."
Smiles lit up on the two Elfling's faces at this announcement. "Glori," they cried, using the nickname they had granted him long ago.
Running down the hall, Elladan disappeared around the corner as he searched eagerly for the fair-haired Elf. Elrohir waited impatiently by the door, smiling when Glorfindel finally came into a view. With an easy push the door swung open as the three entered the wintry wonderland. Glorfindel gave an apologetic look before he was drug out into crisp air. How could such a perfect morning turn so bad?
TBC