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 Elros: 253 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
Erestor stormed off to find Glorfindel. Knowing Thranduil, which he on had for a few weeks, Sauron did not really bake the cake.
But still... Glorfindel was still making the wooden swords when Erestor noisily, for an elf, came in.
"Where did you get that?"
"Get what?"
"The cake"
"What cake?"
"The cake that you gave to Thranduil"
"What cake that I gave to Thranduil?"
"The cake that you gave to Thranduil that was baked by Sauron"
"What cake that I gave to Thranduil that was baked by Sauron?"
"The cake that you gave to Thranduil that was baked by Sauron that he was just eating."
"What cake that I gave to Thranduil that was baked by Sauron that he was just eating?"
"The cake that you gave to Thranduil that was baked by Sauron that he was just eating a minute ago."
"What cake that I gave to Thranduil that was baked by Sauron that he was just eating a minute ago?"
"The cake that you gave to Thranduil that was baked by Sauron that he was just eating a minute ago that was big."
"What cake that I gave to Thranduil that was baked by Sauron that he was just eating a minute ago that was big?"
"*Sigh I give up" With that, Erestor walked out, leaving Glorfindel alone in the armory.
The next morning,
"OK boys, I made two swords." Glorfindel said to Elrond and Thranduil. "One for each of you. Problem is, I don't know which
one you guys would prefer. One is a broad scimitar and the other is a long, straight sword. I want both of you to try fighting with
both of these swords. Which ever one you prefer is the one you will use. If you both like the same one, then I'll make another.
Any question?"
"Yeah. What's a sword?" Thranduil asked. Glorfindel and Elrond gawked. They knew that Greenwood soldiers were mostly
archers, but they should at least KNOW what a sword was.
"A sword is a long metal stick that you kill people with. But we don't want any bloodshed, so we're going to use wooden ones."
That was the best explanation that Glorfindel could come up with. He was glad Erestor wasn't there. He would have made him
look it up in Galadriel's Incomplete Elvish Dictionary: Co-written by Celeborn and Cirdan.( Who are slackers). It was three pages
long, and Glorfindel really didn't thing the word "sword" would be there.
When they started practicing, Elrond was good with the scimitar and the long sword. Thranduil, however, was struggling just to
keep the sword in his hand. After an hour of, Step 1, Pick up the sword, Step 2, Drop the sword, and Step 3, Elrond screaming
because the sword landed on his foot, Glorfindel decided it was time to quit.
Later that evening,
Elrond and Thranduil snuck out of bed again. They had a really good trap planned this time. As they got to Erestor's door, they put
a piece of string in front of the door and a wooden sword with Glorfindel's named carved on it on the hinge.
The next morning
Erestor walked out of his room, only to find a wooden sword come flying at him. His girlish scream could be heard all over Lindon.
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 Elros: 253 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
Erestor stormed off to find Glorfindel. Knowing Thranduil, which he on had for a few weeks, Sauron did not really bake the cake.
But still... Glorfindel was still making the wooden swords when Erestor noisily, for an elf, came in.
"Where did you get that?"
"Get what?"
"The cake"
"What cake?"
"The cake that you gave to Thranduil"
"What cake that I gave to Thranduil?"
"The cake that you gave to Thranduil that was baked by Sauron"
"What cake that I gave to Thranduil that was baked by Sauron?"
"The cake that you gave to Thranduil that was baked by Sauron that he was just eating."
"What cake that I gave to Thranduil that was baked by Sauron that he was just eating?"
"The cake that you gave to Thranduil that was baked by Sauron that he was just eating a minute ago."
"What cake that I gave to Thranduil that was baked by Sauron that he was just eating a minute ago?"
"The cake that you gave to Thranduil that was baked by Sauron that he was just eating a minute ago that was big."
"What cake that I gave to Thranduil that was baked by Sauron that he was just eating a minute ago that was big?"
"*Sigh I give up" With that, Erestor walked out, leaving Glorfindel alone in the armory.
The next morning,
"OK boys, I made two swords." Glorfindel said to Elrond and Thranduil. "One for each of you. Problem is, I don't know which
one you guys would prefer. One is a broad scimitar and the other is a long, straight sword. I want both of you to try fighting with
both of these swords. Which ever one you prefer is the one you will use. If you both like the same one, then I'll make another.
Any question?"
"Yeah. What's a sword?" Thranduil asked. Glorfindel and Elrond gawked. They knew that Greenwood soldiers were mostly
archers, but they should at least KNOW what a sword was.
"A sword is a long metal stick that you kill people with. But we don't want any bloodshed, so we're going to use wooden ones."
That was the best explanation that Glorfindel could come up with. He was glad Erestor wasn't there. He would have made him
look it up in Galadriel's Incomplete Elvish Dictionary: Co-written by Celeborn and Cirdan.( Who are slackers). It was three pages
long, and Glorfindel really didn't thing the word "sword" would be there.
When they started practicing, Elrond was good with the scimitar and the long sword. Thranduil, however, was struggling just to
keep the sword in his hand. After an hour of, Step 1, Pick up the sword, Step 2, Drop the sword, and Step 3, Elrond screaming
because the sword landed on his foot, Glorfindel decided it was time to quit.
Later that evening,
Elrond and Thranduil snuck out of bed again. They had a really good trap planned this time. As they got to Erestor's door, they put
a piece of string in front of the door and a wooden sword with Glorfindel's named carved on it on the hinge.
The next morning
Erestor walked out of his room, only to find a wooden sword come flying at him. His girlish scream could be heard all over Lindon.