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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
Thranduil was not happy. Erestor had blamed him along with Elrond for his butt getting glued to the chair. Glorfindel tried to
convince him that Thranduil had nothing to do with it, and too bad it didn't work. Now he was cleaning out Erestor's bookshelf.
Elrond was getting the glue off of the chair. Valar, thought Thranduil, does he ever clean this bookshelf. It turns out that Erestor
never cleans it out, it's always a punishment for Elrond. That explains a lot, Thranduil. At one point, the dust was 5 inches deep.
Glorfindel was lying in his bed when Erestor barged in.
"Hey Glorf, do you remember when Oropher stilled lived in Lindon as a regular elf instead of a King?"
"Yeah...so what?"
"Guess what I found?"
"Um...his boots?"
"Dang, how'd you guess?"
"Maybe 'cause you say that every week."
"I do?"
"Uh...yeah"
"Oh..." At that, Erestor left the room.
Thranduil was still cleaning the bookshelf when he came onto an interesting- looking book. It was not about the Flight of the Noldor
or the Silmarils. Rather, it looked like a diary. He opened it. There were misspellings. On one page it said,
-We put honie all over Gil-galad's bid todai. Hi wasn't not happy.
It was sighned Erestor, Glorfindel, and to Thranduil's surprise, Oropher. Thranduil hid the small book in his tunic pocket and
proceeded to clean the bookshelf, making it look like Elrond did it.
Later that evening,
Thranduil sat on his bed and read the diary. It was cock-full of pranks played by Oropher. Well, his caretaker had always said,
"Like father, like son." So why not give it a try? He snuck out of his room and, with some bright red and blue paint from when
Erestor was trying to, I repeat "trying to", to teach art, and proceeded to Erestor's room. To his dismay, Elrond was already there,
he was trying to rigg up a trap as well.
"What are you doing up Thranduil?"
"I found a diary and my caretaker like father like son red blue paint," Thranduil said. Elrond, pretending he understood Thranduil,
was confused. Surely an elf like Thranduil wonldn't rigg up a trap? No it wasn't right. Still...
"What are you planning to do with that paint?"
"I already told you"
"OK..."
The next morning, as Erestor and Glorfindel walked out of their rooms, a bucket of rocks and blue/red paint fell on them.
"WE'LL GET YOU LITTLE BRATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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
Thranduil was not happy. Erestor had blamed him along with Elrond for his butt getting glued to the chair. Glorfindel tried to
convince him that Thranduil had nothing to do with it, and too bad it didn't work. Now he was cleaning out Erestor's bookshelf.
Elrond was getting the glue off of the chair. Valar, thought Thranduil, does he ever clean this bookshelf. It turns out that Erestor
never cleans it out, it's always a punishment for Elrond. That explains a lot, Thranduil. At one point, the dust was 5 inches deep.
Glorfindel was lying in his bed when Erestor barged in.
"Hey Glorf, do you remember when Oropher stilled lived in Lindon as a regular elf instead of a King?"
"Yeah...so what?"
"Guess what I found?"
"Um...his boots?"
"Dang, how'd you guess?"
"Maybe 'cause you say that every week."
"I do?"
"Uh...yeah"
"Oh..." At that, Erestor left the room.
Thranduil was still cleaning the bookshelf when he came onto an interesting- looking book. It was not about the Flight of the Noldor
or the Silmarils. Rather, it looked like a diary. He opened it. There were misspellings. On one page it said,
-We put honie all over Gil-galad's bid todai. Hi wasn't not happy.
It was sighned Erestor, Glorfindel, and to Thranduil's surprise, Oropher. Thranduil hid the small book in his tunic pocket and
proceeded to clean the bookshelf, making it look like Elrond did it.
Later that evening,
Thranduil sat on his bed and read the diary. It was cock-full of pranks played by Oropher. Well, his caretaker had always said,
"Like father, like son." So why not give it a try? He snuck out of his room and, with some bright red and blue paint from when
Erestor was trying to, I repeat "trying to", to teach art, and proceeded to Erestor's room. To his dismay, Elrond was already there,
he was trying to rigg up a trap as well.
"What are you doing up Thranduil?"
"I found a diary and my caretaker like father like son red blue paint," Thranduil said. Elrond, pretending he understood Thranduil,
was confused. Surely an elf like Thranduil wonldn't rigg up a trap? No it wasn't right. Still...
"What are you planning to do with that paint?"
"I already told you"
"OK..."
The next morning, as Erestor and Glorfindel walked out of their rooms, a bucket of rocks and blue/red paint fell on them.
"WE'LL GET YOU LITTLE BRATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"