~For everyone who wants a little Thranduil, I'll do my best to work him in,
but I wasn't planning on it. Does anyone know anything about his mother?
Anyone with suggestions on how to work him into the story, just let me
know.
~Grammar and Spelling Police: That's what I get for not using spell check. I'll be sure too edit all my spelling errors. I think there was an "Elrons" somewhere too.
~Aranel: "~On Ch. 2: I am wondering...are the twins coated in sand when they enter the kitchen?" I never thought of that! I'll go back this weekend and try to edit something in. Thank you!
~And thank you to everyone else who reviewed!
*****
~Chapter 3: Sandcastles~
Elros skipped happily ahead of the adult Elves, urging them to move faster. Elrond trailed behind the three with his nose in a book.
Elros turned around and stopped, "Cm'on 'Rond! You're slowing us up!"
Elrond was so into his book that he hadn't noticed that the others had stopped, and bumped into the king.
"Elrond, give me the book," Gil Galad said gently.
Elrond rubbed his forehead and looked up curiously at his father, "Why?"
"Because you can't read and walk at the same time."
"Why?"
"Because you'll hurt yourself."
"No I won't!" Elrond said stubbornly, while Elros was beginning to get impatient.
"Fine then," Gil Galad said. Maybe it would be best for the child to learn the hard way.
The group continued on their way and sure enough, after only a couple of moments, Elrond walked into a pole and fell to the floor.
"Ahhhhh!" Elrond started crying. He had a very small cut on his forehead.
Gil Galad picked the crying child up and into his arms. "Shhh, ionn-nín."
"Ada! Where's my book!?"
Cirdan picked up the book off the ground. "It's right here." The boy reached for it.
"Elrond, no reading now." Gil Galad took the book Cirdan was holding.
"But Ada," Elrond squirmed, "I'm at the best part!"
"Well you think every part is the best part."
"Ada! Ada! Ada!" Elros screamed for attention, "What about my sandcastle!?"
"I'll take you." Cirdan took his hand and the two headed to the beach. Gil Galad went the opposite direction to take Elrond to the infirmary.
:
Elros put down the wooden crate he had been carrying. It held everything he needed to build the best sandcastle: pails, scoops, dried flowers, and flags he and his brother had made using sticks and leaves.
"I want to build Doriath!" Elros said excitedly.
"Elros," Cirdan said, "you can't build Doriath.
"Why not?"
"Because Doriath was a large kingdom. It would take a long while to create all the details. You've also never seen it."
"Oh. Well, what about Tirion?"
"Nope."
"Well what can we build then?" Elros whined.
"Why don't you make something up?" Cirdan suggested.
Elros sat for a moment thinking over his options. At last he said, "I want to build a great big palace on an island!"
Cirdan looked at the excited child and laughed, "Alright then master Elros. Let's get started."
*****
Gil Galad set a still sniffling Elrond onto a bed, along with the book.
"Let's get you fixed up," Gil Galad said walking over to a cabinet, "and don't touch that book!"
Elrond moved his hand away from the book and said, "Ada!"
"Yes ionn-nín?"í
"My head hurts."
"I know. The pain will go away soon, " Gil Galad said opening a jar of medical herbs.
After a moment, Elrond asked, "Can I read my book now?"
"No."
"Can I touch it?"
"No."
The room was silent for the few minutes it took Gil Galad to mix up the healing lotion. When it was finished, he put it on the bedside table and made sure there was a basin full of clean water. He then picked Elrond up and onto his lap.
"This might sting a bit," he said as Elrond tightly shut his eyes.
Gil Galad cleaned the very small cut and then applied the small amount of lotion.
"There now. All better."
*****
Translations:
-ionn nín: my son
-Ada: Daddy, Papa
Notes:
-If it hasn't happened to you, cuts on the forehead really do hurt! Even the smallest of small ones! it would be possible for Elrond to get a cut from walking into a pole. The wood could have been chipped or he just could have hit it really hard. I've done it before on a car and it hurts!
-I don't know much about Elven medicine, so any advice on that would be very much appreciated.
-The next chapter is going to be the family dinner, but I'm a bit stuck on what to write. I started, but it seems boring. Any ideas on how Elrond and Elros would act would also be very much appreciated. I'm not around young children much.
-And if you haven't noticed, I've started to work in Elros' future. (His sandcastle is a palace on an island.) This will keep popping up in the next chapters. Elrond, is a bit of a book worm.
~Grammar and Spelling Police: That's what I get for not using spell check. I'll be sure too edit all my spelling errors. I think there was an "Elrons" somewhere too.
~Aranel: "~On Ch. 2: I am wondering...are the twins coated in sand when they enter the kitchen?" I never thought of that! I'll go back this weekend and try to edit something in. Thank you!
~And thank you to everyone else who reviewed!
*****
~Chapter 3: Sandcastles~
Elros skipped happily ahead of the adult Elves, urging them to move faster. Elrond trailed behind the three with his nose in a book.
Elros turned around and stopped, "Cm'on 'Rond! You're slowing us up!"
Elrond was so into his book that he hadn't noticed that the others had stopped, and bumped into the king.
"Elrond, give me the book," Gil Galad said gently.
Elrond rubbed his forehead and looked up curiously at his father, "Why?"
"Because you can't read and walk at the same time."
"Why?"
"Because you'll hurt yourself."
"No I won't!" Elrond said stubbornly, while Elros was beginning to get impatient.
"Fine then," Gil Galad said. Maybe it would be best for the child to learn the hard way.
The group continued on their way and sure enough, after only a couple of moments, Elrond walked into a pole and fell to the floor.
"Ahhhhh!" Elrond started crying. He had a very small cut on his forehead.
Gil Galad picked the crying child up and into his arms. "Shhh, ionn-nín."
"Ada! Where's my book!?"
Cirdan picked up the book off the ground. "It's right here." The boy reached for it.
"Elrond, no reading now." Gil Galad took the book Cirdan was holding.
"But Ada," Elrond squirmed, "I'm at the best part!"
"Well you think every part is the best part."
"Ada! Ada! Ada!" Elros screamed for attention, "What about my sandcastle!?"
"I'll take you." Cirdan took his hand and the two headed to the beach. Gil Galad went the opposite direction to take Elrond to the infirmary.
:
Elros put down the wooden crate he had been carrying. It held everything he needed to build the best sandcastle: pails, scoops, dried flowers, and flags he and his brother had made using sticks and leaves.
"I want to build Doriath!" Elros said excitedly.
"Elros," Cirdan said, "you can't build Doriath.
"Why not?"
"Because Doriath was a large kingdom. It would take a long while to create all the details. You've also never seen it."
"Oh. Well, what about Tirion?"
"Nope."
"Well what can we build then?" Elros whined.
"Why don't you make something up?" Cirdan suggested.
Elros sat for a moment thinking over his options. At last he said, "I want to build a great big palace on an island!"
Cirdan looked at the excited child and laughed, "Alright then master Elros. Let's get started."
*****
Gil Galad set a still sniffling Elrond onto a bed, along with the book.
"Let's get you fixed up," Gil Galad said walking over to a cabinet, "and don't touch that book!"
Elrond moved his hand away from the book and said, "Ada!"
"Yes ionn-nín?"í
"My head hurts."
"I know. The pain will go away soon, " Gil Galad said opening a jar of medical herbs.
After a moment, Elrond asked, "Can I read my book now?"
"No."
"Can I touch it?"
"No."
The room was silent for the few minutes it took Gil Galad to mix up the healing lotion. When it was finished, he put it on the bedside table and made sure there was a basin full of clean water. He then picked Elrond up and onto his lap.
"This might sting a bit," he said as Elrond tightly shut his eyes.
Gil Galad cleaned the very small cut and then applied the small amount of lotion.
"There now. All better."
*****
Translations:
-ionn nín: my son
-Ada: Daddy, Papa
Notes:
-If it hasn't happened to you, cuts on the forehead really do hurt! Even the smallest of small ones! it would be possible for Elrond to get a cut from walking into a pole. The wood could have been chipped or he just could have hit it really hard. I've done it before on a car and it hurts!
-I don't know much about Elven medicine, so any advice on that would be very much appreciated.
-The next chapter is going to be the family dinner, but I'm a bit stuck on what to write. I started, but it seems boring. Any ideas on how Elrond and Elros would act would also be very much appreciated. I'm not around young children much.
-And if you haven't noticed, I've started to work in Elros' future. (His sandcastle is a palace on an island.) This will keep popping up in the next chapters. Elrond, is a bit of a book worm.