Disclaimer: Not mine. Tolkien's 'cept Celebwen and Lauregalen
No one knows Legolas's age, so it may be AU, maybe not. In this fic, Thranduil married Celeborn's other daughter so he and Elrond are brother-in- laws. Elrond is about 1500 years older than Thranduil. I forgot to mention the actual ages. Set in the 3rd Age ( I know the twins weren't born until the 3rd age and I don't Legolas was born until the third age either, but w/e) Ages( I'm making these up) Celeborn: 7549 Galadriel: 7531 Celebrian: 5594 Celebwen:4094 Elrond: 5595 Thranduil: 4095 Elladan and Elrohir: 47 Legolas: 34 Haldir: 54 Orophin: 42 Rumil: 37 Glorfindel: 6595 Erestor: 6924 Lauregalen:536 In here, Elves mature at 2000
"Legolas, you could at least wait until we stop to eat your candy," Lauregalen sighed. His torn tunic now had chocolate stains on it. Legolas
isn't someone you wanted riding with you.
"No I can't,"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Fine, whatever."
"Elladan, Elrohir, pay attention," Glorfindel shouted.
"But how come Legolas doesn't have be here?" Elrohir asked.
"Because he is getting wine with his brother."
"But Legolas said that Lauregalen was 536 years old. You have to be at 2000 to drink wine."
"Not in Greenwood you don't." Glorfindel was ticked. "Try playing the chromatic scale again" The twins tried playing it awkwardly.
Glorfindel decided that it was time Erestor helped.
"You two stay here until I come back...wait I don't trust you," Glorfindel got some rope and tied the twins to their chairs. With that, he
went to find Elrond.
"Elrond, don't you think it is time Erestor helped with the music lessons?"
"I suppose you're right," Elrond said. Erestor turned white with dread.
"But..."
"But nothing. You will help." Glorfindel smiled and said,
"Come on, best friend Erestor, it's this way." He left dragging Erestor with him, leaving Elrond alone with Thranduil.
Glorfindel was surprised that the twins hadn't been able to break loose. As he untied them, he noticed bite marks on Elladan's rope.
"Hey Erestor! How ya doing?" Greeted the twins in unison.
"Bad, thanks to Glorfindel." Glorfindel looked so proud, someone would have thought he slew another Balrog.
"OK, lets get started," Erestor said, "Try playing Exaltation starting at measure 12. Wait no, that won't work. There's an important trumpet
part there and Legolas isn't here. Try starting at measure 48, the alto sax solo and french horn counterpart."
Glrofindel's jaw dropped as the twins playing the perfect notes, with the perfect rhythm, with the perfect sound. When they Erestor cut
them off at measure 98, (trumpet solo), he said to Glorfindel.
"I seriously don't know why you needed my help Glor." At that, Legolas came in through the door, his torn tunic having chocolate on it.
"Legolas, why do you have chocolate on your tunic?" Glorfindel asked.
"Lauregalen gave me a gold coin and I bought chocolate, and then I ate chocolate." Elladan and Elrohir hoped that Legolas saved some for
them.
"OK...Legolas, get your trumpet, we'll wait." Legolas opened, his case, taking out a silver trumpet (Thranduil got it, remember in The Hobbit
where it said the Elvenking loved silver and white gems?).
"Glor, you go ahead and do it this time," Erestor told Glorfindel.
"Start at measure 118 of Exaltation" There was a horrible sound that could be heard all over Lorien. Erestor sweatdropped. Taking up his
conductor's stick thingy, and said,
"OK...lets try that again." All three played it perfectly. Glorfindel was thinking they were doing that on purpose, and they were.
"How come you three can play it whenever Erestor is up on the podium but not me?" Glorfindel asked, trying to keep calm.
"Erestor is not as ugly to look at," answered Legolas, but, no duh, it was a lie. Glorfindel had always looked better than Erestor, Legolas just
couldn't think of anything else. Elrohir stepped on Legolas's foot.
"He means that Erestor waving his hands is not as um...violent-looking and yours, Glorfindel," Elladan tried to cover Legolas's mistake. Too
late.
"YOU THREE BRATS WON'T SEE YOUR HANDS IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE WHEN I'M DONE WITH
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Btw, Exaltation is a real song, written by James Swearigen.
No one knows Legolas's age, so it may be AU, maybe not. In this fic, Thranduil married Celeborn's other daughter so he and Elrond are brother-in- laws. Elrond is about 1500 years older than Thranduil. I forgot to mention the actual ages. Set in the 3rd Age ( I know the twins weren't born until the 3rd age and I don't Legolas was born until the third age either, but w/e) Ages( I'm making these up) Celeborn: 7549 Galadriel: 7531 Celebrian: 5594 Celebwen:4094 Elrond: 5595 Thranduil: 4095 Elladan and Elrohir: 47 Legolas: 34 Haldir: 54 Orophin: 42 Rumil: 37 Glorfindel: 6595 Erestor: 6924 Lauregalen:536 In here, Elves mature at 2000
"Legolas, you could at least wait until we stop to eat your candy," Lauregalen sighed. His torn tunic now had chocolate stains on it. Legolas
isn't someone you wanted riding with you.
"No I can't,"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Fine, whatever."
"Elladan, Elrohir, pay attention," Glorfindel shouted.
"But how come Legolas doesn't have be here?" Elrohir asked.
"Because he is getting wine with his brother."
"But Legolas said that Lauregalen was 536 years old. You have to be at 2000 to drink wine."
"Not in Greenwood you don't." Glorfindel was ticked. "Try playing the chromatic scale again" The twins tried playing it awkwardly.
Glorfindel decided that it was time Erestor helped.
"You two stay here until I come back...wait I don't trust you," Glorfindel got some rope and tied the twins to their chairs. With that, he
went to find Elrond.
"Elrond, don't you think it is time Erestor helped with the music lessons?"
"I suppose you're right," Elrond said. Erestor turned white with dread.
"But..."
"But nothing. You will help." Glorfindel smiled and said,
"Come on, best friend Erestor, it's this way." He left dragging Erestor with him, leaving Elrond alone with Thranduil.
Glorfindel was surprised that the twins hadn't been able to break loose. As he untied them, he noticed bite marks on Elladan's rope.
"Hey Erestor! How ya doing?" Greeted the twins in unison.
"Bad, thanks to Glorfindel." Glorfindel looked so proud, someone would have thought he slew another Balrog.
"OK, lets get started," Erestor said, "Try playing Exaltation starting at measure 12. Wait no, that won't work. There's an important trumpet
part there and Legolas isn't here. Try starting at measure 48, the alto sax solo and french horn counterpart."
Glrofindel's jaw dropped as the twins playing the perfect notes, with the perfect rhythm, with the perfect sound. When they Erestor cut
them off at measure 98, (trumpet solo), he said to Glorfindel.
"I seriously don't know why you needed my help Glor." At that, Legolas came in through the door, his torn tunic having chocolate on it.
"Legolas, why do you have chocolate on your tunic?" Glorfindel asked.
"Lauregalen gave me a gold coin and I bought chocolate, and then I ate chocolate." Elladan and Elrohir hoped that Legolas saved some for
them.
"OK...Legolas, get your trumpet, we'll wait." Legolas opened, his case, taking out a silver trumpet (Thranduil got it, remember in The Hobbit
where it said the Elvenking loved silver and white gems?).
"Glor, you go ahead and do it this time," Erestor told Glorfindel.
"Start at measure 118 of Exaltation" There was a horrible sound that could be heard all over Lorien. Erestor sweatdropped. Taking up his
conductor's stick thingy, and said,
"OK...lets try that again." All three played it perfectly. Glorfindel was thinking they were doing that on purpose, and they were.
"How come you three can play it whenever Erestor is up on the podium but not me?" Glorfindel asked, trying to keep calm.
"Erestor is not as ugly to look at," answered Legolas, but, no duh, it was a lie. Glorfindel had always looked better than Erestor, Legolas just
couldn't think of anything else. Elrohir stepped on Legolas's foot.
"He means that Erestor waving his hands is not as um...violent-looking and yours, Glorfindel," Elladan tried to cover Legolas's mistake. Too
late.
"YOU THREE BRATS WON'T SEE YOUR HANDS IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE WHEN I'M DONE WITH
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Btw, Exaltation is a real song, written by James Swearigen.