Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Elladan, Elrohir, Elrond, Glorfindel, Aragorn, Legolas, or Celebrían. They are the creations of J.R.R. Tolkien as is the setting and all of the places and associations with Middle Earth.
Rating: G, for everyone!
Synopsis: First story in a planned string of adventures for Elladan and Elrohir as elflings. This first one deals with 7-year-old twins trying to make breakfast for their parents.
A/N:This story is fluff, plain and simple.As we all know, I'm not usually a fluff writer, but I love the twins! If you are interested in them as well, I have another fic featuring them as adults. All That is Gold is a serious, in cannon, fic detailing their journey to bring Aragorn back to Rivendell after the death of his father, Arathorn.
The Misadventures of Elladan and Elrohir – The Kitchen Incident
Chapter 1: A Great Idea
A gentle rain was falling in the valley of Rivendell driving its residents inside. It had been raining on and off for the last three days. Sometimes hard with thunder rolling overhead and sometimes soothingly gentle like it was now. An air of laziness hung heavily over the Last Homely Home. Two elves were sitting in the Hall of Fire waiting for the rain to stop. Their long dark hair hung freely as they stared with matching expressions of utter boredom into the flickering flames. A steady flow of water was pelting the ornate windows creating a mesmerizing effect on the room's occupants.
For the first time in his life, Elladan was not contemplating what to do to his twin brother Elrohir, who sat directly across from him right now. Actually he was not really thinking about anything specific as he stared blankly at the fire.
Elladan sighed outwardly in boredom.
Estel and Legolas were out together in the far reaches of Mirkwood and Estel was not expected to be back for some time. That is, unless, one of them managed to get themselves hurt bad enough that they would need to come back to Imladris early for their father's care. Elladan figured this would probably be the most likely outcome, as it always seemed to happen that way. Elladan shifted his head slightly from its propped position on his hand and glanced at his twin brother. Elrohir, who sat on one of the plush couches next to the table, was staring at the wall with glassy eyes. Elladan looked to the spot on the wall and found nothing of interest enough, besides the plain wall, to hold his brother's attention. He briefly wondered if Elrohir had drifted off to sleep listening to the steady rain. A small smile tugged at the edges of his mouth as he thought that maybe he was going to have to plot something after all. It was Elrohir's fault for falling asleep during the day with Elladan so close. Through experience he should definitely know better. Elladan was obligated to react now. It was a matter of honor. A mischievous smile crossed his face when dozens of images went through his head. The most prominent was one with Elrohir and red hair: no blue to match his eyes, he corrected himself. All the images, of course, were followed by ones of his brother trying to stake him outside in the rain, but what else could he expect? After all, not everything in life was so easy and especially not the most rewarding situations, which usually involved some sort of risk. Death by your own brother was one of those for example. But...
A memory interrupted Elladan's thoughts. It was triggered by the rain and imagining his brother covered in some sort of substance. One of the first times they came to understand that there were consequences for ones actions. It had been on a rainy morning much like this one. A warm smile came to Elladan's fair face as he remembered that his mother, Celebrían, had still been around then...
Sometime before dawn Elrohir was sleeping comfortably in his bed with his arm around his favorite toy. The stuffed animal was in the likeness of a white oliphant named Niphredil. Elrohir had never seen one before, but their ada had assured him that was what one looked like, though they weren't usually white.
Elrohir was waked from his controlled dream state by the sudden movement of being shaken back and forth. He startled awake to look up into the glowing eyes of his twin brother Elladan.
"Mani uma lle merna?" he asked irritably his childlike high pitched voice. (What do you want?)
Elladan smiled and struck the most regal pose, for a seven-year-old, he could muster.
"I have an idea," he stated grandly.
Elrohir, not thrilled by being woken up so early, rolled his blue eyes in his small face.
"As good as the last one?"
The question deflated Elladan's grand pose and his shoulders dropped.
"That was not my fault! How was I supposed to know that ada didn't like wearing purple? Anyway, this one is good."
Elrohir still clutching his oliphant looked at his brother suspiciously. He snorted, lay back down, and pulled the cover up over his head with his free hand. Elladan put his hands on his hips determinedly and tried to imitate ada's stern look.
"Elrohir? Elrohir!"
Realizing this wasn't getting him anywhere, Elladan reached out with his tiny hand, and ripped the cover back. Elrohir glared up at his brother.
"No! I am not going to spend forever grounded in this room."
It was Elladan's turn to roll his eyes.
"Don't be such a crybaby! This is a good one."
That made Elrohir's eyes widen. His brother had called him a crybaby. It was a matter of honor now. He had to do it or be thought of as a wimp for the rest of his life.
"Well?"
Elladan looked at his brother triumphantly.
"Don't worry. This one is going to make ada and nana happy," he said happily.
Elrohir looked at his brother impatiently.
"WELL?"
"We'll make them breakfast!" said Elladan excitedly.
Elrohir's face lit up to match his twin's as he clapped his hands together.
"That sounds like fun!"
The two giggled in excitement and, after Elrohir had dressed, they headed for the kitchen with Niphredil. After all, how hard could making breakfast really be?
TBC...
Niphredil - Sindarin for Snowdrop. Snowdrop is a type of flower, but hey, they're kids.
Ada - dad (daddy)
Nana - mom (mommy)
