On my other account, I wrote a story about Elrond and Thranduil that was taken down. However, it was about them after the fellowship set off from Rivendell. Elrond was trying to rekindle the relationship between him and Thranduil. In it, Elrond mentioned Thranduil grew up in Rivendell, alongside Elros and himself. Someone asked for a history of their childhood, their adventures and misadventures and so on. Hence, "When Elrond Met Thranduil" was born.
Now, this will be slash, Elrond/Thranduil pairing, later on, and I will have Oropher (Thranduil's father) be a bastard, so if you don't like, don't read. If I make a mistake in names or places or times or events or anything like that, either a) I am fully aware of my mistake and meant to tweak the timeline so it would fit, or b) I have no idea I made a mistake and apologize, but hope you can ghost over it and move on.
Right now, Thranduil appears to be about 6, while the brothers are closer to 13
I don't own them. Darn.
When Elrond Met Thranduil
Elrond and Elros peered around the columns decorating Gil-galad's study, watching the High King with interest as he talked to the blond stranger.
"That's Oropher, king of Greenwood the Great," Elros hissed to his brother, "At least, I think he is."
Lord Glorfindel, ever watchful, glanced at them, and the young half-elves gulped. They didn't think anyone had known they were spying. Glorfindel arched an eyebrow, and the two boys slunk out of the room guiltily. Glorfindel shook his head slightly before turning back to his king.
"What was King Oropher doing here?" Elrond asked his older brother. Elros shrugged.
"How should I know? You were breathing too loud for me to hear what they were saying!"
"Was not! That was you!"
"I don't breathe through my mouth, so it must have been you!"
"Elros, I swear, it wasn't me!"
"Yes it was, and that's why Glorfindel caught us . . ."
"Aie! No!"
The brothers stopped at this new cry. Elros lifted his foot from a crushed wooden horse. "Oh no, I'm sorry!"
The little blond elf who had cried out scooped the broken horse up tenderly, cradling its broken form. "Shh, Swift One. Don't cry," he whispered to the toy.
"Touching," Elros whispered into Elrond's pointed ear. Elrond elbowed his brother and knelt down, holding out his hand. "May I see it? Maybe it can be fixed. My brother did not mean to be an oaf. It just happens."
Elros scowled. The little elf sniffed, scrubbing tears from his eyes with one fist as he handed the horse to Elrond. The neck had broken from the body, but otherwise, the toy seemed fine. "Can you fix Swift One?" the child asked.
Elrond nodded slowly, standing up. "Yes, the horse can be fixed. We'll be right back." He grabbed Elros' arm and dragged him away.
The brothers sought out Erestor and ran to him, holding the horse like a prized trophy. "Erestor, can you fix it?" Erestor was the most skilled in woodworking out of all the elves in Rivendell, and he was always willing to help the young half-elves. He took the horse carefully from Elrond and examined it.
"Yes, I do believe it can be easily mended." He pulled a jar and some wax from his robes, sitting on a nearby bench and carefully tending to the toy. "I haven't seen anything of this high quality in a long time."
"Anything not made by you, you mean," Elros jested.
Erestor smiled and wrapped a rag around the horse's neck. "Here. Let it set for at least an hour before you play with it again, and stay out of trouble."
"Thank you Erestor!" the brothers chorused. "We'll be good!"
Erestor laughed and waved them on their way.
"You must give the horse back to the boy, and apologize. You broke it."
"Ah, Elrond, you're always so calm and calculating. I wish I had your sense." Elros took the horse from Elrond and knelt in front of the child. "Here, your horse is fixed, but you can't play with it for an hour."
The boy pulled the rag back and examined the break before turning to Elros. "Thank you!" he whispered. "Thank you!" Elros blushed and scuffed his foot in the dirt. "Aww, it was nothing. I broke it after all, sorry about that."
The boy grinned shyly, gently setting the horse aside and giving it one last pat before searching through his other horses. He had about a dozen of them, counting the broken one. "Here, play Raven Wing, and you can play Cloud Runner." He pressed a horse into each brother's arms and picked up another for himself. "I'll play Red Jewel." He galloped the horse across the path, making whinnying sounds under his breath. Elrond and Elros shrugged, sitting to play with the smaller child.
"Elros, Elrond, I see you've already met Prince Thranduil." The boys leapt to their feet when they heard Gil-galad address them. Behind him, Oropher loomed haughtily, scowling at Thranduil over Gil-galad's shoulder. Thranduil shifted to be partially hidden behind Elrond.
"Indeed we have, milord, and have been playing a rather pleasing game with his horses. He could tell you their histories for hours, if given the time." Elrond beamed up at Gil-galad. Elros pinched his arm.
"Try not to be too obvious in your hero-worshipping, brother of mine!" he whispered. Elrond stepped on his foot.
Gil-galad smiled. "I'm glad you two enjoy his company. War is threatening Greenwood. King Oropher has asked us to watch over Thranduil here, to keep him out of danger. He wishes Thranduil to grow up in the ways of elves, but does Lorien is also threatened. Rivendell is the only safe haven. Seeing as how you two are the closest in age to him in Rivendell, I ask that you try to be his friends."
The brothers grinned at each other. "Oh, don't worry! We will be!"
As Gil-galad and Oropher swept off, Glorfindel stepped up to the brothers. "I know you have reputations as some of the most troublesome elves ever to grace Rivendell's halls; however, I must ask you not to corrupt Thranduil. He is a good child, an obedient prince. He does not need to be turned into a rebellious monster like the two of you."
Elros glanced over his shoulder at Thranduil, who had gone back to his horses. "Now Glorfindel," he began, his tone sickly sweet. "We assure you we won't intentionally try to corrupt him, however, if being our friend causes him to adopt some of our ways . . ."
"Well, we're sure you can guess the results," Elrond finished. "And if that does happen, you can't blame us. We were only obeying High King Gil-galad."
The brothers finished with devious grins that were never meant to grace elven faces. Glorfindel scowled. "Rivendell won't be a safe place for any child to grow up until you two devils have left its halls."
The grins instantly faded and were replaced by crushed expressions. "Glorfindel, we thought you cared about us!" Elrond whispered.
"Do you really hate us that much?" Elros touched Glorfindel's hand tentatively, huge puppy eyes staring up at the older lord.
Glorfindel groaned and pulled his hand away. "With luck a traveling group of elf minstrels will come and take you away. Your acting abilities surpass any we have here."
The brothers hugged Glorfindel. "We knew you didn't mean it!" Glorfindel laughed and ruffled their hair before leaving to catch up with Gil-galad.
Good? Bad? Ugly? More?
~Crawler
