Comments: Emerin Mornlight of Rivendell greatly inspired me for Elladan's
kitty name and credit goes out to her. Gwilwileth means 'butterfly'. *g*
Ta!
~*~
Elladan snuggled into Elrond's mini robes, purring in delight. The child stroked the furry back fondly, swinging his legs out in front of him idly, giggling when the cat swapped his hand with his tail. Nearby the two furious Elves were wrangling with each other, getting absolutely nowhere except achieving in turning their faces redder than a beet.
Tucking strands of hair behind his ear, Elrond gathered up the feline and toddled over to the table where some food was still laid out. Grabbing a banana, he unpeeled it and tried to feed it to Elladan, who tried to get away. But Elrond was determined to feed his kitty. He took a bowl of porridge and his faithful banana, with Cat under arm, and made his way to a window seat. Climbing up with animal, food and all, he placed Elladan next to him firmly, hand on back.
Scooping up some of the cold creamy stuff in a spoon, Elrond placed the tip on Elladan's lips, trying to pry them open. However, Elladan had other ideas. He was *not* going to be fed *porridge* out of all things, and certainly not with a spoon. Jerking his head around to avoid the persistent toddler, his eyes settled on the banana within pouncing reach. Eyes flicking over to make sure Elrohir and Glorfindel were still at each other's throats, he slithered out of Elrond's hold and pounced upon the pale yellow-white fruit.
As anticipated, the meat splurged everywhere. Elrond dropped the silver spoon and grabbed Elladan by the sides, lifting him up. He wrinkled his nose at the mess, scolding the angelic Cat gently. Plopping the feline down. Elrond made a move to get rid of it when he felt a cold something seeping around his thigh. Naturally he jumped up, but his Elven grace didn't come into play at this particular time and he landed in the spilled porridge goo, and his banana. Elladan was no worse.
The troublemaker lay in a neat puddle of the mess, quite proud of himself, nearly covered head to paw in the nasty smelling food-type sludge. Elrond shook his head feverishly, his dampened hair spitting out clumps of porridge everywhere. Even still Elrohir and Glorfindel were oblivious to the activities taking place, making it all even better in a sense. Elladan grinned to himself – he wondered just how far he and Elrond could get before they even bothered to take notice of them. Best experiment and see, hmm?
Elladan leapt gracefully off the cushions, prancing merrily to Glorfindel's feet when he froze in horror when Elrond chirped out, a little too loudly, "Tweeky, come back!" He groaned inwardly. Tweeky? The childish brat his father had been reduced to named him *Tweeky* out of all names? 'Elladan' would do just fine, but for Manwe's sake, anything but *Tweeky*!
Screaming mentally, Elladan didn't bother to squirm when Elrond picked him up around the waist, holding him in a death clutch to his chest and stroking his a head a bit too hard, all the time muttering, "Good boy, Tweeky. You're such a good kitty, Tweeky wikie…"
"You named him *what*?"
*Oh no! Not Elrohir!*
"Tweeky," Elrond confirmed sincerely, smiling sweetly. Glorfindel and Elrohir shared equal looks of revenge and ecstatic humour, both suppressing an overflow of laughter that could drown Imladris itself. Elladan whimpered, which earned him a big hug from his captive.
"Fair Elladan, I mean, Tweeky, you look drowned. Whatever happened to your GLORIOUS new fur?"
"You look like you've been thrown into a pile of…"
"Something unpleasant," Elrohir snapped, glaring. "Now that you two are dirty again, guess what that means!"
Elrond blinked. "Cookie?"
Glorfindel raised an eyebrow. "No, you're not even close."
Pause. "Glory go night night?"
If Elves could produce one, a large sweatdrop would have appeared on Glorfindel's head. "Uhm, no."
Elladan rolled his eyes. *And I thought Ada was wise.* Mewing his disappointment, Elrond then caught on. "Oh, bath time!"
"Correct, gwilwileth," Elrohir cheered, lifting Elladan out of Elrond's arms. Glorfindel was about to grab Elrond when he noticed something that he did not want to see, though he would have welcomed it earlier in the adventure. Elrond was suddenly taller. Taller than he was previously. He wasn't at the blonde Elf's knees anymore – in fact, he was at his hip. He was so enthralled in this change that he didn't even care about Elrohir stuffing his Cat-isized brother into a cage to keep him from clawing his eyes out.
Glorfindel blinked. No, it wasn't his imagination. Elrond was taller than he was this morning. His face was aging too. Glorfindel began to panic. Not now! Oh, please Lady Elbereth, not *now*!
"Glory, what…" Elrohir could not get through his sentence as they were blinded by a white-hot light that lasted a mere ten seconds but felt like ten minutes. When it had died down and they stopped seeing bright mushroom- shaped stars, Elrohir, Elladan, and Glorfindel faced what they thought would be the Master of Imladris but found what they least expected would be the outcome.
"I hope SOMEONE has a very logical explanation for this or else it is going to be VERY unpleasant around here!"
There, in the very center of the room, sat a very perplexed, embarrassed and angered Elrond Peredhil.
But not just a perplexed, angered, and embarrassed Elrond Peredhil.
*This* one was female.
And if Elbereth couldn't save them, no one could.
~*~
Elladan snuggled into Elrond's mini robes, purring in delight. The child stroked the furry back fondly, swinging his legs out in front of him idly, giggling when the cat swapped his hand with his tail. Nearby the two furious Elves were wrangling with each other, getting absolutely nowhere except achieving in turning their faces redder than a beet.
Tucking strands of hair behind his ear, Elrond gathered up the feline and toddled over to the table where some food was still laid out. Grabbing a banana, he unpeeled it and tried to feed it to Elladan, who tried to get away. But Elrond was determined to feed his kitty. He took a bowl of porridge and his faithful banana, with Cat under arm, and made his way to a window seat. Climbing up with animal, food and all, he placed Elladan next to him firmly, hand on back.
Scooping up some of the cold creamy stuff in a spoon, Elrond placed the tip on Elladan's lips, trying to pry them open. However, Elladan had other ideas. He was *not* going to be fed *porridge* out of all things, and certainly not with a spoon. Jerking his head around to avoid the persistent toddler, his eyes settled on the banana within pouncing reach. Eyes flicking over to make sure Elrohir and Glorfindel were still at each other's throats, he slithered out of Elrond's hold and pounced upon the pale yellow-white fruit.
As anticipated, the meat splurged everywhere. Elrond dropped the silver spoon and grabbed Elladan by the sides, lifting him up. He wrinkled his nose at the mess, scolding the angelic Cat gently. Plopping the feline down. Elrond made a move to get rid of it when he felt a cold something seeping around his thigh. Naturally he jumped up, but his Elven grace didn't come into play at this particular time and he landed in the spilled porridge goo, and his banana. Elladan was no worse.
The troublemaker lay in a neat puddle of the mess, quite proud of himself, nearly covered head to paw in the nasty smelling food-type sludge. Elrond shook his head feverishly, his dampened hair spitting out clumps of porridge everywhere. Even still Elrohir and Glorfindel were oblivious to the activities taking place, making it all even better in a sense. Elladan grinned to himself – he wondered just how far he and Elrond could get before they even bothered to take notice of them. Best experiment and see, hmm?
Elladan leapt gracefully off the cushions, prancing merrily to Glorfindel's feet when he froze in horror when Elrond chirped out, a little too loudly, "Tweeky, come back!" He groaned inwardly. Tweeky? The childish brat his father had been reduced to named him *Tweeky* out of all names? 'Elladan' would do just fine, but for Manwe's sake, anything but *Tweeky*!
Screaming mentally, Elladan didn't bother to squirm when Elrond picked him up around the waist, holding him in a death clutch to his chest and stroking his a head a bit too hard, all the time muttering, "Good boy, Tweeky. You're such a good kitty, Tweeky wikie…"
"You named him *what*?"
*Oh no! Not Elrohir!*
"Tweeky," Elrond confirmed sincerely, smiling sweetly. Glorfindel and Elrohir shared equal looks of revenge and ecstatic humour, both suppressing an overflow of laughter that could drown Imladris itself. Elladan whimpered, which earned him a big hug from his captive.
"Fair Elladan, I mean, Tweeky, you look drowned. Whatever happened to your GLORIOUS new fur?"
"You look like you've been thrown into a pile of…"
"Something unpleasant," Elrohir snapped, glaring. "Now that you two are dirty again, guess what that means!"
Elrond blinked. "Cookie?"
Glorfindel raised an eyebrow. "No, you're not even close."
Pause. "Glory go night night?"
If Elves could produce one, a large sweatdrop would have appeared on Glorfindel's head. "Uhm, no."
Elladan rolled his eyes. *And I thought Ada was wise.* Mewing his disappointment, Elrond then caught on. "Oh, bath time!"
"Correct, gwilwileth," Elrohir cheered, lifting Elladan out of Elrond's arms. Glorfindel was about to grab Elrond when he noticed something that he did not want to see, though he would have welcomed it earlier in the adventure. Elrond was suddenly taller. Taller than he was previously. He wasn't at the blonde Elf's knees anymore – in fact, he was at his hip. He was so enthralled in this change that he didn't even care about Elrohir stuffing his Cat-isized brother into a cage to keep him from clawing his eyes out.
Glorfindel blinked. No, it wasn't his imagination. Elrond was taller than he was this morning. His face was aging too. Glorfindel began to panic. Not now! Oh, please Lady Elbereth, not *now*!
"Glory, what…" Elrohir could not get through his sentence as they were blinded by a white-hot light that lasted a mere ten seconds but felt like ten minutes. When it had died down and they stopped seeing bright mushroom- shaped stars, Elrohir, Elladan, and Glorfindel faced what they thought would be the Master of Imladris but found what they least expected would be the outcome.
"I hope SOMEONE has a very logical explanation for this or else it is going to be VERY unpleasant around here!"
There, in the very center of the room, sat a very perplexed, embarrassed and angered Elrond Peredhil.
But not just a perplexed, angered, and embarrassed Elrond Peredhil.
*This* one was female.
And if Elbereth couldn't save them, no one could.
