Disclaimer: Not mine. Tolkien's
AU Elrond is growing up in Lindon and Thranduil, son of Oropher who was the King of Greenwood, is sent to stay there for a while. Gil-Galad tells Glorfindel and Erestor that are to take care of them. Exactly how hard will their job be? Ages: Elrond: 134 Thranduil: 74 Glorfindel: 4254 Erestor: 5243 Oropher: 4192 Note: People who have read Three Elflings may see a similarity with Elrond and Thranduil's behavior here and there. I guess this can count as a prequel, but their ages won't make sense between these two fics In here, Elves mature at 2000
Glorfindel dragged Elrond to the gates of Lindon, without much success. It was not until Erestor grabbed his left ear until
Elrond obeyed. As they neared the gates, the three elves saw that the prince was already there. Glorfindel sighed. From now
on, he would have to try to convince Elrond to obey three hours before he had to. Gil-galad gave Erestor, Glorfindel, and Elrond
a look so evil, the only being in Arda that could beat it was Galadriel's. At that he said,
"Erestor, Glorfindel, this is Prince Thranduil Oropherion of Greenwood." Gesturing to Thranduil, he continued, "You two will
be responsible for him." Erestor and Glorfindel were sure they were in a nightmare. When Gil-galad had placed them
responsible for Elrond, they had thought that their lives were over. But another one? And clearly even younger than Elrond
too. Elrond sweatdropped. He was supposed to cause trouble with him around? Thranduil would surely tell Erestor of
Glorfindel when he was about to do something.
The next morning,
"Elrond, give that back," Thranduil was close to crying. Elrond had taken his knife. That was about an hour ago. Now, Elrond
was about to throw it out the window.
"Give me one good reason."
"My Ada gave me that"
"I said one GOOD reason," Elrond said, mockingly. Just then, Erestor came in saying,
"Boys, your lessons started half an hour ag-. Elrond, I've never seen that knife before, where'd you get it?"
"I stole it from Gil-galad," Elrond lied, hoping Erestor would believe that. He had stolen many a weapon from the High King.
Erestor took the knife from him and took a close look at it.
"This doesn't look like any knife of Gil-galad's I've ever seen. It looks like it's from hmm, a woodland realm." Then, it hit him.
Duh, it was Thranduil's. He handed it back to him saying,
"Don't ever wave shiny objects in front of Elrond" Elrond facefaulted.
During lessons,
"ELROND, FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFETIME, PAY ATTENTION," Erestor was getting tired of this.
"I have paid attention once. Twice actually." Elrond said like it was nothing. Thranduil was getting scared. He was scared that
Erestor would get mad at him for not paying attention. He didn't. Instead, Erestor got mad at Thranduil because he couldn't
figure out the most simple of math problems. In Oropher's kingdom, elflings didn't learn about math as more as fighting with
speed, power, and accuracy.
"OK Thranduil, for the last time, what is 4 plus 1?" Thranduil was the equivalent of a 5 year old human, so guess what he said?
"Two" Elrond coughed. Erestor glared. Just then, Glorfindel barges in and says
"Boys. Archery. Come," With that he left. Erestor sighed and let them go. Thranduil followed Glorfindel, as did Elrond, but
not before putting something on Erestor's chair.
At archery practice,
Thranduil was shooting with the most accuracy Glorfindel had ever seen in a 74-year-old. Elrond seemed to be indifferent to his
bow, he was thinking about Erestor's chair.
In Erestor's room,
Erestor sat down on his favorite chair. So soft. So comfortable. So...sticky. Erestor tried to get up, but his butt seemed to be
glued to the chair.
"Elrond..."
AU Elrond is growing up in Lindon and Thranduil, son of Oropher who was the King of Greenwood, is sent to stay there for a while. Gil-Galad tells Glorfindel and Erestor that are to take care of them. Exactly how hard will their job be? Ages: Elrond: 134 Thranduil: 74 Glorfindel: 4254 Erestor: 5243 Oropher: 4192 Note: People who have read Three Elflings may see a similarity with Elrond and Thranduil's behavior here and there. I guess this can count as a prequel, but their ages won't make sense between these two fics In here, Elves mature at 2000
Glorfindel dragged Elrond to the gates of Lindon, without much success. It was not until Erestor grabbed his left ear until
Elrond obeyed. As they neared the gates, the three elves saw that the prince was already there. Glorfindel sighed. From now
on, he would have to try to convince Elrond to obey three hours before he had to. Gil-galad gave Erestor, Glorfindel, and Elrond
a look so evil, the only being in Arda that could beat it was Galadriel's. At that he said,
"Erestor, Glorfindel, this is Prince Thranduil Oropherion of Greenwood." Gesturing to Thranduil, he continued, "You two will
be responsible for him." Erestor and Glorfindel were sure they were in a nightmare. When Gil-galad had placed them
responsible for Elrond, they had thought that their lives were over. But another one? And clearly even younger than Elrond
too. Elrond sweatdropped. He was supposed to cause trouble with him around? Thranduil would surely tell Erestor of
Glorfindel when he was about to do something.
The next morning,
"Elrond, give that back," Thranduil was close to crying. Elrond had taken his knife. That was about an hour ago. Now, Elrond
was about to throw it out the window.
"Give me one good reason."
"My Ada gave me that"
"I said one GOOD reason," Elrond said, mockingly. Just then, Erestor came in saying,
"Boys, your lessons started half an hour ag-. Elrond, I've never seen that knife before, where'd you get it?"
"I stole it from Gil-galad," Elrond lied, hoping Erestor would believe that. He had stolen many a weapon from the High King.
Erestor took the knife from him and took a close look at it.
"This doesn't look like any knife of Gil-galad's I've ever seen. It looks like it's from hmm, a woodland realm." Then, it hit him.
Duh, it was Thranduil's. He handed it back to him saying,
"Don't ever wave shiny objects in front of Elrond" Elrond facefaulted.
During lessons,
"ELROND, FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFETIME, PAY ATTENTION," Erestor was getting tired of this.
"I have paid attention once. Twice actually." Elrond said like it was nothing. Thranduil was getting scared. He was scared that
Erestor would get mad at him for not paying attention. He didn't. Instead, Erestor got mad at Thranduil because he couldn't
figure out the most simple of math problems. In Oropher's kingdom, elflings didn't learn about math as more as fighting with
speed, power, and accuracy.
"OK Thranduil, for the last time, what is 4 plus 1?" Thranduil was the equivalent of a 5 year old human, so guess what he said?
"Two" Elrond coughed. Erestor glared. Just then, Glorfindel barges in and says
"Boys. Archery. Come," With that he left. Erestor sighed and let them go. Thranduil followed Glorfindel, as did Elrond, but
not before putting something on Erestor's chair.
At archery practice,
Thranduil was shooting with the most accuracy Glorfindel had ever seen in a 74-year-old. Elrond seemed to be indifferent to his
bow, he was thinking about Erestor's chair.
In Erestor's room,
Erestor sat down on his favorite chair. So soft. So comfortable. So...sticky. Erestor tried to get up, but his butt seemed to be
glued to the chair.
"Elrond..."