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

Elrond was frustrated. He had tried everything. There was pulling, dirt, and more

pulling. No matter how hard he tried, he failed. Elrond wondered if anyone has ever

accomplished the task. If anyone has, they must be smart. He let out another groan:

Thranduil's hair was impossible to mess up.

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Thranduil laid beside the river on a rock. He lazily looked up into the cloudless sky.

There were birds singing and the river was running (no duh). He giggled at the thought

of Elrond trying to mess up his hair. No one had ever succeeded, except Oropher. But

hey, it's Oropher. He can screw everyone's hair up and get away with it. Why? Because

he's a king. Suddenly, he heard Elrond say something to him.

"Hey Thranduil! What do you think that is?"

"What is what?" Thranduil looked to where Elrond was pointing.

"Come here."

Thranduil moved closer and leaned forward, only to have Elrond push him in the river.

He gasped for breath, seeing as he couldn't swim. Elrond smiled, having finally messed

up Thranduil's hair, but that smiled quickly disappeared. Thranduil should have surfaced

by now, but he couldn't see him. Panicking, Elrond went to find Gil-galad.