Title: A Glimpse Into Life at Rivendell
Summary: Take a peek into everyday life in the Last Homely House on all different dates and years ranging from its founding to after the war of the ring.
Rating: K
Characters: All inhabitants of the last homely house, plus maybe a few OCs will show up.
Author: Idhren (of the Dunedain)
Disclaimer: If I owned Lord of The Rings I would write stories like this full-time, not just for fun and procrastination. I don't though, enough said.
Reviews: Please read and review, even if you only leave a few words. Constructive criticism welcome.
Author's notes:I don't know how many dates I'll put on this, and they could range in length from drabbles to actual stories. This first one is fairly plotless but I hope you'll like it anyways.
Time: June 26 of the year 2944 of the third age.
Estel leaned back his head and looked up to see the leaves of the locust tree rustling above him in the mild summer wind. It was one of those days where no one was rushing, the weather was perfect, birds were singing, and all the work that needed to be done could be put off until tomorrow. The sky above was blue, the same colour Estel used to paint the sky in his artwork when he was younger. Now thirteen Estel normally had lessons in history, healing, weaponry and other subjects to occupy him for a good deal of the day, but this day he did not and was enjoying his free time by lying on a short wall at the edge of the apartment he shared with his mother. When he was younger he was never allowed to climb the wall that went along outside the door and up the stairwell, but now that he could be trusted not to fall or damage anything he was holding he was allowed to sit there, and he found that it was a perfect place to relax outside when the weather was nice, without having to go off into the forest. The boy would lean back against the part of the wall that went up to accompany the stairs and look up at the sky. Where most teens would get bored and wish to be off doing something, anything, Estel was content to lie so for long periods time simply thinking about any subject that caught his fancy. Despite being raised in some part by most of the elven community who insisted he do quite a bit of work, there were frequently long stretches of time where no one was bugging him to do anything in particular and his brothers were off on a patrol in which he could not tag along. Today was one of those days. Gilraen was cleaning, Elrond was helping Erestor re-arrange the library, Lindir was practising his Quenya and Glorfindel was still sleeping having only returned from a month long patrol the night before. He and all his company had returned wound-free with nothing out of the ordinary to report, and so on this day all was peaceful in Rivendell. Estel went on thinking.
I actually wrote this on June 26 (2016), in the same weather and atmosphere I described, under a Locust tree (a type of tree, nothing to do with locusts) on a weekend with nothing else to do typing this on my laptop on a ledge exactly like the one I described in the story. I don't know if that means I was inspired to write this and turned my experience into writing in a very creative manner, or if it means I couldn't think of anything more original. I'll go with the first.
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