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Summary: Lord Elrond and King Thranduil haven't seen each other for centuries. So one day Lord Elrond decided to throw a party. Personalities start to clash in the household as the arrivals of both those from Mirkwood and some even from the Golden Wood start to collide. Trouble begins. what's a bunch of elves going to do about it?
Chapter 1: Sending invitations
"Where's father been lately?" Elrohir asked his brother while they were walking to go to their rooms.
"In his study, as usual," Elladan replied.
"He's been unusually silent these past few days, shouldn't go see what's wrong?" Elrohir asked.
They both turned and nodded at each other. They slowly walked down the beautiful silent hallways of the Rivendell household. They didn't want to risk waking up anyone, especially their sister, Arwen because she just got back from spend a few years in Lorien. As they passed by another room unfortunately they got a response so they paused. As the door opened a teenage boy opened the door and peeped out to see what was going on. He also paused when he saw the twins.
"What are you two doing?" he whispered. He gave them a look that said you're-up-to-something-and-I-want-to-be-a-part-of it.
Both of the twins looked at each other and grinned. "Go back to sleep Estel, we were just going to see Ada," Elladan said looking down the hallway that led to his father's study.
"Can I come?" the boy named Estel asked. The twins sighed because they knew that they were wasting time arguing.
"Fine," Elrohir said finally giving in.
They both gave Estel a sign that said that they must be very quiet before all three of them made it to Elrond's study. When they got there finally, they were surprised that he wasn't alone, so they got a closer look and began to listen in.
"How many years has it been since you last talked to that King?" one voice asked. This voice was soft but yet demanding so the three, who were listening in figured it belonged to Glorifindel, who was one of Elrond's advisors.
"Too many years, before Elladan and Elrohir was born I believe," their father's voice said as a sound of him sitting in a chair came through the opening.
"That's over 2000 years, my lord," Glorifindel wondered out loud. He looked at Elrond and saw that he silently nodded. "Excuse me my lord for asking but, why haven't you two been talking all these years?"
"Too many differences between us, Glorifindel. He's far wiser and older than I am. And we both have different ways of controlling our land and people," Elrond confessed lightly as he looked at his advisor. "Plus all these years we've been so busy. And with the Twins, my daughter and Estel to deal with these years, it has been hard on all of us. King Thranduil knows of this."
"Then if he knows, my lord then why the sudden urge to see him again, after all these years?" Glorifindel asked.
"Well, to be honest I have a feeling that if we do not talk now then this friendship that I've had with the King would slowly diminish if I do not do something about it. Besides, I heard that he has a son around the twins age and I would like to meet him," Elrond admitted.
"How will the twins take to that, my lord?" Glorifindel laughed. The twins get into so much trouble these years that you have to be as strict and hard as a hammer to hold them off from doing something obscene.
"I am not sure, but they better behaves themselves. I've heard things about the Prince of Mirkwood that I'm intrigued to find out for myself. But I do believe overall that under the conditions that Thranduil does put under his own house is enough to make anyone obey orders," Elrond explained as he looked out of the window in his study and sighed.
"But something still doesn't seem right my lord, even after all these years of work separating you two it would be logical that you two would have found one way of contacting each other," Glorifindel questioned.
Elrond slowly turned and his dark eyes actually looked sad. "Yes, there is another reason why we have not spoken for that many years. And I just hope that after all these years, that he has forgiven me."
Glorifindel was shock to hear this but he wasn't the only ones who were shocked. The twins and Estel were also shocked when they heard this. What could have Elrond done to not be spoken to for over a few centuries? They were going to listen in a little more but someone behind them stopped that from happening.
"What are you three doing?" a voice asked behind them. They all turn around to see another one of Elrond's advisors standing in front of them.
"We wanted to speak to ada but he seems busy now." Elrohir started.
"We were just waiting for the right time to go in," Elladan finished. All three of them nodded in response.
"Well its late now, and I believe that Elrond is going to up for a while. So I believe you should talk to him tomorrow and be off to bed, especially you Estel."
Estel opened his mouth slightly to argue but shut it close when he met the elf's stare. It was final, argument closed. The older elf watched as the three walked slowly down the hallway to Estel's room.
"I wonder, what's going on? Anyone have a clue?" Elrohir asked the two in front of him.
"I'm kind of dumbfounded myself also," Elladan admitted.
"Maybe in the morning we could understand a little better," Estel suggested.
"Maybe, he's right," Elrohir said after a few seconds of silence.
The twins said their good nights to Estel and began walking down to their rooms.
Meanwhile, Elrond and his advisors are still talking about what they want to do. Then finally, Elrond gets an idea.
"Should we have a ball? We could invite all of the elven kingdoms to a ball and converse with each other about everything that's been happening," Elrond exclaimed. His question was more like a demand though because of how he said it but both of his advisors that were n his study agreed with the idea.
It was brilliant, what could possible go wrong.
"We should send invitations tomorrow morning to both, Lorien and Mirkwood," Elrond ordered before he finally left his study with a smile on his face.
"What do you think of the idea?" Hector asked the other.
"It's worth a try," Glorifindel answered.
A/N: I know you hate author's notes but trust me with this one. Please review! Flames are welcomed! Actually they are encouraged! Please help with ideas! Reviews= more chapters.
Summary: Lord Elrond and King Thranduil haven't seen each other for centuries. So one day Lord Elrond decided to throw a party. Personalities start to clash in the household as the arrivals of both those from Mirkwood and some even from the Golden Wood start to collide. Trouble begins. what's a bunch of elves going to do about it?
Chapter 1: Sending invitations
"Where's father been lately?" Elrohir asked his brother while they were walking to go to their rooms.
"In his study, as usual," Elladan replied.
"He's been unusually silent these past few days, shouldn't go see what's wrong?" Elrohir asked.
They both turned and nodded at each other. They slowly walked down the beautiful silent hallways of the Rivendell household. They didn't want to risk waking up anyone, especially their sister, Arwen because she just got back from spend a few years in Lorien. As they passed by another room unfortunately they got a response so they paused. As the door opened a teenage boy opened the door and peeped out to see what was going on. He also paused when he saw the twins.
"What are you two doing?" he whispered. He gave them a look that said you're-up-to-something-and-I-want-to-be-a-part-of it.
Both of the twins looked at each other and grinned. "Go back to sleep Estel, we were just going to see Ada," Elladan said looking down the hallway that led to his father's study.
"Can I come?" the boy named Estel asked. The twins sighed because they knew that they were wasting time arguing.
"Fine," Elrohir said finally giving in.
They both gave Estel a sign that said that they must be very quiet before all three of them made it to Elrond's study. When they got there finally, they were surprised that he wasn't alone, so they got a closer look and began to listen in.
"How many years has it been since you last talked to that King?" one voice asked. This voice was soft but yet demanding so the three, who were listening in figured it belonged to Glorifindel, who was one of Elrond's advisors.
"Too many years, before Elladan and Elrohir was born I believe," their father's voice said as a sound of him sitting in a chair came through the opening.
"That's over 2000 years, my lord," Glorifindel wondered out loud. He looked at Elrond and saw that he silently nodded. "Excuse me my lord for asking but, why haven't you two been talking all these years?"
"Too many differences between us, Glorifindel. He's far wiser and older than I am. And we both have different ways of controlling our land and people," Elrond confessed lightly as he looked at his advisor. "Plus all these years we've been so busy. And with the Twins, my daughter and Estel to deal with these years, it has been hard on all of us. King Thranduil knows of this."
"Then if he knows, my lord then why the sudden urge to see him again, after all these years?" Glorifindel asked.
"Well, to be honest I have a feeling that if we do not talk now then this friendship that I've had with the King would slowly diminish if I do not do something about it. Besides, I heard that he has a son around the twins age and I would like to meet him," Elrond admitted.
"How will the twins take to that, my lord?" Glorifindel laughed. The twins get into so much trouble these years that you have to be as strict and hard as a hammer to hold them off from doing something obscene.
"I am not sure, but they better behaves themselves. I've heard things about the Prince of Mirkwood that I'm intrigued to find out for myself. But I do believe overall that under the conditions that Thranduil does put under his own house is enough to make anyone obey orders," Elrond explained as he looked out of the window in his study and sighed.
"But something still doesn't seem right my lord, even after all these years of work separating you two it would be logical that you two would have found one way of contacting each other," Glorifindel questioned.
Elrond slowly turned and his dark eyes actually looked sad. "Yes, there is another reason why we have not spoken for that many years. And I just hope that after all these years, that he has forgiven me."
Glorifindel was shock to hear this but he wasn't the only ones who were shocked. The twins and Estel were also shocked when they heard this. What could have Elrond done to not be spoken to for over a few centuries? They were going to listen in a little more but someone behind them stopped that from happening.
"What are you three doing?" a voice asked behind them. They all turn around to see another one of Elrond's advisors standing in front of them.
"We wanted to speak to ada but he seems busy now." Elrohir started.
"We were just waiting for the right time to go in," Elladan finished. All three of them nodded in response.
"Well its late now, and I believe that Elrond is going to up for a while. So I believe you should talk to him tomorrow and be off to bed, especially you Estel."
Estel opened his mouth slightly to argue but shut it close when he met the elf's stare. It was final, argument closed. The older elf watched as the three walked slowly down the hallway to Estel's room.
"I wonder, what's going on? Anyone have a clue?" Elrohir asked the two in front of him.
"I'm kind of dumbfounded myself also," Elladan admitted.
"Maybe in the morning we could understand a little better," Estel suggested.
"Maybe, he's right," Elrohir said after a few seconds of silence.
The twins said their good nights to Estel and began walking down to their rooms.
Meanwhile, Elrond and his advisors are still talking about what they want to do. Then finally, Elrond gets an idea.
"Should we have a ball? We could invite all of the elven kingdoms to a ball and converse with each other about everything that's been happening," Elrond exclaimed. His question was more like a demand though because of how he said it but both of his advisors that were n his study agreed with the idea.
It was brilliant, what could possible go wrong.
"We should send invitations tomorrow morning to both, Lorien and Mirkwood," Elrond ordered before he finally left his study with a smile on his face.
"What do you think of the idea?" Hector asked the other.
"It's worth a try," Glorifindel answered.
A/N: I know you hate author's notes but trust me with this one. Please review! Flames are welcomed! Actually they are encouraged! Please help with ideas! Reviews= more chapters.