Tales of Babysitting.
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR.
A/n: I couldn't help it. I had to write this. Feel free to give me any ideas for the next chapter.
Elrond looked at his friends over a paper he was reading. He was also aware that Melpomaen, the ever elusive yet Omnipotent (when you were in the Library, anyway) Librarian, was lurking somewhere in the room.
"I am afraid that Lady Celebrain wishes me to accompany her to Lothlorien. I will be gone for a while, and you will need to run Rivendell while I'm away."
Glorfindel's eyes widened. Trust them to run Rivendell? Was Elrond mad? Erestor could, no doubt, rule all of Middle Earth if he needed too, and worked well under pressure, but this was too short notice. As for Glorfindel, he could only do so well with things like ruling Rivendell. He had next to no experience with that kind of thing.
Now, of course, Erestor had more things to do then Glorfindel as Chief-Advisor. He would hardly have enough time to do any of it, now. Erestor sighed. "How long will you be gone?" "I don't know, Erestor." Erestor took a deep breath, then exhaled, and nodded.
"I'm sorry. Really, I am." Glorfindel raised an eyebrow. "I doubt that." He said. Elrond put the paper on a stack of other papers.
He looked both of them in the eyes, sizing them up. He reminded Glorfindel eerily of Galadriel. He shuddered at the thought. Erestor cleared his throat. "Is that all you need, Elrond? I really am quite busy, and should get back to my duties." He asked, taking a sip of his wine.
"Actually, there's something more I need to ask of you. I need you to look after Elladan and Elrohir for me."
CLANK.
Erestor's wine goblet had fallen to the ground, though he showed no signs of noticing. His fingers were still open in shock, only slightly retaining the form they had been in to hold the goblet, his eyes were wide, and he had gone impossibly paler. Glorfindel could not suppress a chuckle.
Erestor shook his head. "Absolutely Not Elrond! I am Not going to baby-sit for Elbereth knows how long!" He would have yelled, if he could get his voice to sound more then indignant, or maybe it just needed to be louder? In any case, he couldn't bring himself to yell.
