Summary: These are a series of drabbles written for the Mellon Fic 100 Challenge on the mellon chronicles group.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, sue me and find yourself poor as well.
A/N: The majority if not all of these drabbles will be AU.
Chapter 1 (Who)
Elrond closed his eyes and tried to stave off the sounds of the room. For the last hour Estel had been asking questions, and he was still asking them.
"Who made the sun Ada? Who made the birds and the trees?"
"I do not know the answers to all of these questions Estel, and I fear that you should lay down for a nap soon."
Estel being all of four summers sulked at the very thought of having to take a nap. "I am not tired. I want to go outside and play with Elrohir and Elladan."
Elrond was more than happy to send the young child to play, and told him that he could stay with his brothers until it was time for the evening meal. Once Estel was gone from the room he laid his head back, closing his eyes. How could one child make him so tired he thought, and soon his eyes were glazing over in much needed rest.
Elrond did not waken until he felt someone tapping him on the shoulder and looked up to find Erestor staring down at him. "What time is it, for I did not mean to fall asleep?"
Erestor's face was anything but amused as he answered. "It is time for dinner, and I would come quickly before the whole of the house finds they can no longer retain the thoughts of silencing Estel."
Elrond glanced up quickly then. "What has he broken this time, the cook's bowls again, another vase?"
"Nay, he has spent the entire day asking questions! He asked me why the sun was yellow, and how did flowers grow, and I fear he has driven both of the twins to the cellar, and the wine."
Elrond jumped up from his chair and hastily followed his advisor down to the dining hall, only to find Estel sitting at the table with three very annoyed elves.
"Ada!" Estel said, flinging himself into Elrond's arms. "Dan and Ro won't tell me how potatoes are made, though I have asked them twice now."
Elrond sat Estel back in his seat. "Time for questions after dinner Estel. Now is time to eat."
Estel complied and sat down, Elrond filling his plate with food in hopes that he would be to busy eating to ask anymore questions, but it was not to be.
"Ada, who makes the honey that goes on the cakes, and who makes the tomatoes red?" Elrond was at his wits end, and spoke harshly.
"I know not who does these things, but I know who will be going to bed right after dinner!"
Estel sat down in his chair, his mouth closing shut swiftly. The rest of the meal was eaten in silence, and all were grateful, but as dessert came out Estel asked to be excused and went up to his room.
"Perhaps I was too harsh with him," Elrond sighed. He and the rest of the household finished their dinner and then Elrond climbed the stairs, walking down the hall till he came to the small door next to his own. Slowly he opened it and stepped inside. Estel lay on his bed, the covers jumbled up around him, his eyes closed in sleep. Elrond knew then why he put up with question, after question, for the small boy look so angelic while he laid there.
Walking over to stand beside the bed he pulled the covers up around Estel, and watched as two small eyes fluttered open. "Ada?" Estel said groggily.
"Hush now and go back to sleep, it is late."
Elrond finished tucking the covers around him, and then leaned over placing a kiss on his cheek. He was just about to blow out the candle in the room when Estel sat up in the bed, his gray eyes staring at him.
"Ada, who makes you love me even when I am bad?"
Elrond's heart lurched, and he sat down on the side of the bed. "I love you because you are Estel, no other reason is needed." There he sat for the rest of the night, answering the lifelong question of who made what.