King of Arda
By Erhothwen
Author's Note: Well, I'm back again, this time with another Elladan-Elrohir childhood fic. It isn't a sequel to 'Stars Of and Over Imladris' though. To any serious nitpickers, though Elladan and Elrohir are only roughly 73% (Too lazy to go into the exact decimal) Elvish and Tolkien never mentions them as either Elf or Man in the books, but I'm going to go ahead and use the term 'Elfling' anyway because it fits them so splendidly!
Summary: On a camping trip with Glorfindel, the young Elflings, Elladan and Elrohir, have a series of contests to see who can be deemed the honorable title of 'King of Arda'. However, taking it one step to far can place one of their lives in jeopardy. [WIP]
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Main Characters: Glorfindel, Elladan, and Elrohir
Total Chapters: 3
Disclaimer: YES! I OWN LORD OF THE RINGS!
Ok, no, I don't own Lord of the Rings. It all belongs to the all mighty Tolkien. *police take handcuffs off*
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PART 1/3:
"You watch yourselves, now," said Elrond sternly as he helped each son up his pony.
"We are big Elves, Ada; we can watch ourselves. Anyway, I NEVER get in trouble!" said Elladan as he bounced up and down on his pony. Elrohir, the slightly more quieter of the two, nodded his head vigorously.
"That goes for you too, Glorfindel," Elrond added, which earned him an innocent look from Glorfindel.
"What ever do you mean, Elrond?" he asked in mock surprise.
"You know what I mean. I swear, if Elladan and Elrohir come back with broken limbs-
"Don't they ALWAYS get hurt no matter where they go?"
"True; too true," said Elrond with a sigh. "Fare well, my sons and to you Glorfindel."
Glorfindel mounted his horse and motioned for the twins to follow. Elladan and Elrohir waved good-bye to their father as they pursued their chestnut ponies to trot in sync with Glorfindel.
* * *
"Are we there yet Glory?" whined Elladan; it seemed like they would never get there.
Glorfindel laughed. Elladan had started the 'Are we there yets' barely five minutes since they had left. Now, half an hour later, Glorfindel could finally have the pleasure of saying, "Just beyond the hill, Elladan."
"Race you, 'Rohir," challenged the Elladan, now a hyper whirlwind of energy.
Elrohir, who had been quite content in looking at the scenery, contemplated the challenge for a split second before answering with a toothy grin, "Who ever gets past that tree first gets to…"
Elrohir stopped for a moment to think as Glorfindel listened to them amusedly.
'I know! I know!" shouted Elladan. Very carefully, or as careful as an Elfling can get, he rose and balanced steadily atop his pony so that he was in a standing position. "Winner is King of Arda!"
After this statement, Elladan slowly sat back down and Glorfindel chuckled.
'King of Arda,' mused Glorfindel. 'What will they think of next?'
Glorfindel heard from behind him Elladan yell, "GO!" and the twins zoomed past him. The Elf Lord pressed his own steed faster so that he would be able to ride along side them, which wouldn't be too difficult since ponies were not built for speed and he was a much more experienced rider.
In the end, by a nose, Elladan made it first across the intended finish line.
"I win!" shouted Elladan ecstatically. As soon as the three of them dismounted, Elladan's small hand tugged Glorfindel's tunic to remind him that he had won. Glorfindel looked down to Elladan's shining face, still round with sweet adolescence. Glorfindel scooped up each twin in his arms, still finding it hard to believe that such an angelic faced Elflings were also the cause of smashed flower stems, shattered vases, broken limbs, porridge mischievously slopped in his shoes, drawings on the wall…Oh, the list never seemed to end!
* * *
As the three of them set up camp, (Well actually, Glorfindel was setting up camp and the twins were creating unintended havoc) Glorfindel heard rising voices and a loud "No!" Glorfindel silently counted down in his head, 'Five…four…three…two…one…"
"GLORY! GLORY! GLORY!"
"Elladan says I have to be his slave now that he is King!"
"I'm the King so he has to do what ever I say!"
"That's no fair!"
"Well tough luck, loser!" (Glorfindel could just imagine Elladan stick his tongue out at his brother)
"Glorfindel! Elladan called me a loser! Punish him, Glory, punish him! Ada said sticking your tongue out at other Elves isn't very nice!"
"Elrondions, calm down," said Glorfindel soothingly. He tried his best to put on a serious face, what a sight they were. Elladan and Elrohir were faced back to pack with their arms crossed, frowning with their eyebrows furrowed; their faces looked just like Elrond when he was irritated about something.
Crossing the thought 'Mini Elronds' out his mind, he pulled the sons of Elrond onto his lap where Elladan and Elrohir quickly adjusted themselves in the most comfortable position.
"Elladan, Elrohir cannot be your slave. You wouldn't want to be such a cruel and heartless ruler, now would you?"
Elladan shook his, but Elrohir still appeared unhappy. Elladan saw this and a great idea entered his mind as his face lit up.
"What if we had a lot of contests, 'Rohir? And then who ever wins the most gets to be King of Arda. That would be fair, right Glory?"
Elladan and Elrohir looked up at Glorfindel with expectant faces as they wiggled impatiently.
"Seems fair enough, why not?" responded Glorfindel heartily. Elladan and Elrohir sprang out of the Glorfindel's lap with jubilant faces.
Glorfindel knew the sons of Elrond were known for their competitive streak and the one who lost would not take it very well, but he shook the thought aside. He never thought that a harmless game could end up in the worst of all positions…
By Erhothwen
Author's Note: Well, I'm back again, this time with another Elladan-Elrohir childhood fic. It isn't a sequel to 'Stars Of and Over Imladris' though. To any serious nitpickers, though Elladan and Elrohir are only roughly 73% (Too lazy to go into the exact decimal) Elvish and Tolkien never mentions them as either Elf or Man in the books, but I'm going to go ahead and use the term 'Elfling' anyway because it fits them so splendidly!
Summary: On a camping trip with Glorfindel, the young Elflings, Elladan and Elrohir, have a series of contests to see who can be deemed the honorable title of 'King of Arda'. However, taking it one step to far can place one of their lives in jeopardy. [WIP]
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Main Characters: Glorfindel, Elladan, and Elrohir
Total Chapters: 3
Disclaimer: YES! I OWN LORD OF THE RINGS!
Ok, no, I don't own Lord of the Rings. It all belongs to the all mighty Tolkien. *police take handcuffs off*
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PART 1/3:
"You watch yourselves, now," said Elrond sternly as he helped each son up his pony.
"We are big Elves, Ada; we can watch ourselves. Anyway, I NEVER get in trouble!" said Elladan as he bounced up and down on his pony. Elrohir, the slightly more quieter of the two, nodded his head vigorously.
"That goes for you too, Glorfindel," Elrond added, which earned him an innocent look from Glorfindel.
"What ever do you mean, Elrond?" he asked in mock surprise.
"You know what I mean. I swear, if Elladan and Elrohir come back with broken limbs-
"Don't they ALWAYS get hurt no matter where they go?"
"True; too true," said Elrond with a sigh. "Fare well, my sons and to you Glorfindel."
Glorfindel mounted his horse and motioned for the twins to follow. Elladan and Elrohir waved good-bye to their father as they pursued their chestnut ponies to trot in sync with Glorfindel.
* * *
"Are we there yet Glory?" whined Elladan; it seemed like they would never get there.
Glorfindel laughed. Elladan had started the 'Are we there yets' barely five minutes since they had left. Now, half an hour later, Glorfindel could finally have the pleasure of saying, "Just beyond the hill, Elladan."
"Race you, 'Rohir," challenged the Elladan, now a hyper whirlwind of energy.
Elrohir, who had been quite content in looking at the scenery, contemplated the challenge for a split second before answering with a toothy grin, "Who ever gets past that tree first gets to…"
Elrohir stopped for a moment to think as Glorfindel listened to them amusedly.
'I know! I know!" shouted Elladan. Very carefully, or as careful as an Elfling can get, he rose and balanced steadily atop his pony so that he was in a standing position. "Winner is King of Arda!"
After this statement, Elladan slowly sat back down and Glorfindel chuckled.
'King of Arda,' mused Glorfindel. 'What will they think of next?'
Glorfindel heard from behind him Elladan yell, "GO!" and the twins zoomed past him. The Elf Lord pressed his own steed faster so that he would be able to ride along side them, which wouldn't be too difficult since ponies were not built for speed and he was a much more experienced rider.
In the end, by a nose, Elladan made it first across the intended finish line.
"I win!" shouted Elladan ecstatically. As soon as the three of them dismounted, Elladan's small hand tugged Glorfindel's tunic to remind him that he had won. Glorfindel looked down to Elladan's shining face, still round with sweet adolescence. Glorfindel scooped up each twin in his arms, still finding it hard to believe that such an angelic faced Elflings were also the cause of smashed flower stems, shattered vases, broken limbs, porridge mischievously slopped in his shoes, drawings on the wall…Oh, the list never seemed to end!
* * *
As the three of them set up camp, (Well actually, Glorfindel was setting up camp and the twins were creating unintended havoc) Glorfindel heard rising voices and a loud "No!" Glorfindel silently counted down in his head, 'Five…four…three…two…one…"
"GLORY! GLORY! GLORY!"
"Elladan says I have to be his slave now that he is King!"
"I'm the King so he has to do what ever I say!"
"That's no fair!"
"Well tough luck, loser!" (Glorfindel could just imagine Elladan stick his tongue out at his brother)
"Glorfindel! Elladan called me a loser! Punish him, Glory, punish him! Ada said sticking your tongue out at other Elves isn't very nice!"
"Elrondions, calm down," said Glorfindel soothingly. He tried his best to put on a serious face, what a sight they were. Elladan and Elrohir were faced back to pack with their arms crossed, frowning with their eyebrows furrowed; their faces looked just like Elrond when he was irritated about something.
Crossing the thought 'Mini Elronds' out his mind, he pulled the sons of Elrond onto his lap where Elladan and Elrohir quickly adjusted themselves in the most comfortable position.
"Elladan, Elrohir cannot be your slave. You wouldn't want to be such a cruel and heartless ruler, now would you?"
Elladan shook his, but Elrohir still appeared unhappy. Elladan saw this and a great idea entered his mind as his face lit up.
"What if we had a lot of contests, 'Rohir? And then who ever wins the most gets to be King of Arda. That would be fair, right Glory?"
Elladan and Elrohir looked up at Glorfindel with expectant faces as they wiggled impatiently.
"Seems fair enough, why not?" responded Glorfindel heartily. Elladan and Elrohir sprang out of the Glorfindel's lap with jubilant faces.
Glorfindel knew the sons of Elrond were known for their competitive streak and the one who lost would not take it very well, but he shook the thought aside. He never thought that a harmless game could end up in the worst of all positions…