The (Abridged) Diary of Elrond Peredhil
Lydwina Marie
The Thirteenth Day of Yavannië, TA 143
Hello. My name is Elrond Peredhil, and I have two sons who are utterly lacking in intelligence. (How strange. I can't think where they get it from.)
By the Valar, what now? A mere introduction is accomplished in my birthday journal, and now yells ensue from the courtyard? I fear for my life. If Elladan or Elrohir (most likely they did it together, knowing them) broke Glorfindel's bow AGAIN, I shall see Ada sooner than I expected. I do not anticipate writing again.
The Fourteenth Day of Yavannië, TA 143
Greetings once more, diary. I suppose you are dying to find out what the Incident was last time I wrote. Ha. Elladan fell out of a tree. HOW CAN HE HAVE FALLEN FROM A TREE? He is an ELF, albeit half-human, so I suppose that makes all the difference. He has broken five ribs. How like a Peredhil. (And that just came out. Of course, such an insult does not apply to myself.) I am a sensible individual.
I am surprised I found time to write. Elrohir has gone hyperactive (he probably thinks it looks cool) and scurries everywhere, taking care to be completely in the way during the process. Despite being the younger (which he still disputes, by the way) he was clutching Elladan most protectively when I arrived. He wouldn't even allow me to examine him. Strange creature. Again, at a loss as to how he came by so upsetting a disposition. Not to mention that (in my opinion) both their minds are dangerously unstable. Highly so. 'Tis worrisome.
Oh blessed Elbereth, I just had a terrifying thought. What if Celebrian had triplets and there were THREE identical Elflings to take care of! I must count my blessings.
The Seventeenth Day of Yavannië, TA 143
The blessings of Elbereth upon you, diary. I realise with must guilt that I have gone three entire days without so much as glancing at you. The sad truth is, Elladan is much worse, and now Elrohir has gone and broken his ribs as well. It appears, from his moaned explanations, that through their bond Elladan dared him to leap from a tree into the pond. How like Elrohir not to remember that there are rocks there. Anyways, his condition is much worse than Elladan's, and he is in considerable pain, which he unquestionably deserves. I have a sad life.
Except for Celebrian. She is my light. I know not what I would do without her. She speaks the only sense spoken in Imladris from day to day, (besides that which I speak myself) and besides which is the only personage who can control my rambunctious offspring. If she leaves, I shall have to follow. I would definitely go mad if I were left alone with those twins. Valar bless her. I think I will go find her now. Then (I suppose) I should go to Elladan and Elrohir.
The Nineteenth Day of Yavannië, TA 143
I am missing more and more days in you. This is unacceptable. And it is all because of the twins.
Oh, I am not blaming them for everything bad that has happened, although technically I could. Will not explain now, I don't have time. Elrohir is running a ridiculous fever. I can't see why he doesn't find more suitable times to do these things. Of course it's all Elladan's fault.
Oh, for Valar's sakes, I need to be less accusing. This is going to be difficult. I think it must be a natural part of me. But still. Celebrian would be displeased, and Celebrian is everything. But I have already gone into that.
I think there is something wrong with me. My quill is scrawling feverishly over the page (although of course I have lovely Elven handwriting) without break. Currently I have no idea what I am writing. This should be interesting later.
Did you know we had Dwarven sausages for the evening meal yesterday? They were fat and extremely juicy. Mine burst all over the table, it was so stuffed with grease. I got another one and they were moderately tasty, but I shall never trust a Dwarven sausage again. Celebrian, of course, was far too polite to say anything about them, since the delegation from Erebor were still present (eating with gusto), but she said plenty afterwards. As did I.
How did I get onto the subject of sausages? Far too fattening for us Elves, in any case.
I do not want to speak about sausages anymore. The mere mention of such things causes me to lose my appetite.
Valar above, I do not want to talk about them!
If we are to go down dark paths in this journal, I may as well write of my sons. Trust me, I love them. It is only a little difficult some of the time. (Most of the time? Or does that sound too discriminatory?)
Oh. No time now. Elrohir is screaming. Or is it Elladan?
GTG.
