Torture of a Different Kind
by Nelarun
Summary: As if we needed another reason to hate the Elves. Immortal, Wisest and Fairest of all beings... Well here it is...
15 year old Estel walked into Elladan's room to see his twin brothers and their friend, Legolas prince of Eryn Lasgalen1 hunched over a piece a parchment. He frowned and tilted his head slightly to see what they were writing and whispering about. Finally he walked up to them and asked the three. "What are you doing?" his eyes gleamed as they almost jumped, a testament of how deep in concentration they were.
"We are working on a way to torture your descendants." Elladan told him imperiously. "Now move along." he waved Estel out of his room. Estel's eyebrows rose but he left silently, glancing back only once to see the three once again hunched over the parchment. He sighed and walked out to practice alone... again...
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Later that night, much later that night, Estel crept into Elladan's room while they were all in the Hall of Fire. He held the lantern up to see the parchment still on the small table and, grinning, he walked over and picked it up. He frowned as he read it though, for all that was written there were words put into some form of grouping.
Action words: running, jumping, working, playing – VERBS
Naming words: Imladris, Eryn Lasgalen, horse, goat – NOUNS
Describing words: small, dark, many, patterned – ADJECTIVES
Replacing words: he, it, she, your, yours – PRONOUNS
Estel frowned and put the parchment back. "As if that is going to torture any of my descendants."
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Many Many Years Later:
"When I find out who thought of this Grammar. I'll slaughter them!"
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1Mirkwood
