Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, though I wish I did. Gelmir and Gwindor belong to the honorable Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien.
This is a drabble done for a challenge posted in my livejournal a while back. Gelmir and Gwindor are two elf brothers who die tragically in the Silmarillion, but here you find them very young.
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"Gwin?"
"Yes, Gel?"
"Why is the sky blue?"
"I don't know. That's kind of like asking why Arda is flat. It just is."
Gelmir wrinkled his nose and sighed, sprawled on his back in the early Spring grass. At seven-and-a-half years old (and the half counted a great deal, thank you very much), he was about as curious as an elfling could get. Gwindor laughed at his brother's expression and ruffled his sandy hair, eliciting minor protest from the younger.
"Gwin?"
"Yes, Gel?"
"We're gonna be together forever, right? You an' me?"
"Of course we are, Gel. 'Course we are."
This is a drabble done for a challenge posted in my livejournal a while back. Gelmir and Gwindor are two elf brothers who die tragically in the Silmarillion, but here you find them very young.
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"Gwin?"
"Yes, Gel?"
"Why is the sky blue?"
"I don't know. That's kind of like asking why Arda is flat. It just is."
Gelmir wrinkled his nose and sighed, sprawled on his back in the early Spring grass. At seven-and-a-half years old (and the half counted a great deal, thank you very much), he was about as curious as an elfling could get. Gwindor laughed at his brother's expression and ruffled his sandy hair, eliciting minor protest from the younger.
"Gwin?"
"Yes, Gel?"
"We're gonna be together forever, right? You an' me?"
"Of course we are, Gel. 'Course we are."