Part 13 of the Elfwine Chronicles. The Elfwine Chronicles are a series of one-shots, of which there will definitely be three, but MIGHT be more if I come up with more ideas.
A/N: Many of you may be too young to know what the title references, but for awhile in the 1970s or 1980s this was an activity adults engaged in for amusement (even at the Oscars). And I have a friend whose daughter used to dislike 'clothing' too. Does anyone know what they called diapers in Medieval times?
Blue Eyes At Night - I'm posting early just for you. Hope you get this before the wisdom teeth come out. Ouch! Been there, done that, don't envy you at all! Hope all goes well and you're feeling better soon.
No, you didn't miss #12 - I decided to post this one before that one since I thought Blue Eyes could use the laugh.
The Streak
(Oct, 2 IV)
I came upon Daelwyn, staring horrified into the Golden Hall, where my husband, his advisers and King Elessar were discussing matters of the kingdom over a midday meal. When she noticed me beside her, she whispered, "My lady, I am so sorry! I put him down for just an instant, and he got away from me! One of the servants left this door ajar. What are we to do?"
Glancing in, I nearly choked with laughter. My eighteen-month-old son, who had become rather quick on his feet, had managed to squirm his way out of his diaper, yet again, and was hurrying toward his father, stark naked.
As yet, the men had not taken notice of him and Daelwyn had been trying to decide whether to run in and grab him or not.
Struggling for control of my features, and not entirely succeeding, I wrestled a calm smile on my face and patted her arm, "I will deal with this. Do not fret."
Just as I stepped through the door, Elfwine decided to alert his father to his presence and yelled, "Papa!" Eomer and the assembly all turned as one at the sound.
Eomer flushed bright red, the advisers stared aghast at the heir to the throne, but after a moment's astonishment, King Elessar began to roar with laughter. Soon he had tears streaming down his cheeks, and though Eomer was trying to maintain decorum, ere long he was chuckling as well, before finally giving way to a hearty laugh.
The remainder of the men began to politely laugh, deeming it best in light of the two guffawing kings, but not entirely sure what to make of things.
As King Elessar began to regain his poise, he advised Eomer, "Whatever you do, do not pick him up! Eldarion did something similar to me and, when I took him onto my lap, he wet all over me!"
That set both kings off on another fit of hysterical laughter, while Elfwine stood grinning at the two fools. Shaking my head in disbelief at the pair, I stepped forward and collected my son. "My apologies, my lords, for the interruption. My son thought you could use some entertainment, but if you can spare him, I will reclaim him now."
As I strode away, Elfwine wailing in disappointment at not reaching his father, the men finally began to settle down again and return to their work, but I had little doubt that was one meeting they would never forget.
THE END
End note: It is best that you read the Elfwine Chronicles in the order they were written. The more of them that I wrote, the more likely I was to make reference to one of the previous ones and something that happened there. If you want to read them in order, go to the top of this page and click on my name (Deandra). That will take you to my profile page. Scroll down and you will find all the stories I have written. The Elfwine Chronicles are in order from bottom to top since ffn shows them in the order they were posted. A few were posted out of number order, but you can read them in posting order or number order since those few won't be affected in the story content.