Subj: Beta'd Fic
Date: 3/13/03 11:44:17 PM Central Standard Time
From: XxLadyGreyxX
To: A YoruHana
Disclaimer I do not own LOTR
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Elladan looks up from his perch in the tree, below he notices his young human brother walking down the path of the garden, scratching fiercly at his chest. It wasn't the first time in the last two days he had noticed his brother doing that. Curosity rose in Elladan, causeing him to instinctively kick Elrohir. Who, at the time, was peacefully lost in his own world reading a book.
"Psst, Elrohir, he's itching again."
Elrohir raises an eyebrow. "So?"
"Why don't you go down and ask him? You know dad will kill us if we let this pass."
"Ell-" Elrohir pauses and looks into his brother's eyes. "Fine."
Lightly[,] he jumps donw out of the tree and approaches Estel. Nearly scaring the kid as he stops him from walking any further.
"Why are you itching?"
"I not itching."
"Yes you are."
"No I not."
Elrohir sighs, "Yes you are."
"No!"
"Yes, Estel, you are."
"Nopers, I not."
"Let me see."
Elrohir opens Estel's shirt quickly, getting a swift kick in the shins in return. Grabbing his leg Elrohir shouts something not meant for young ears to hear, and unbecomming of an elf. But Aragorn was well gone before he herd what his brother had said.
Laughter rings from up in the tree where Elladan still perches, Safe from all abuses down below. Elrohir glares up at his brother, nothing is funny about this situation. Especially getting kicked by a human toddler.
"Not funny, Elladan." Elrohir glowers.
"It was to me... So did you see why Estel was itching?" Elladan calls out.
Elrohir nods, "Father is not going to be happy."
Elladan hops down from his pertch, and walks up to his brother. "Why not?"
"Estel has a nasty rash."
"Uh, I did not do it."
Elrohir rolls his eyes and walks towards the house, trying desperately not to limp. Elladan follows, a smile still across his face. He didn't care about the rash, he got to see his brother kicked by Estel for once.
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The twins enter their father's study. Elrond sat hunched over a book, consintrating[concentrating] on the work at hand. Elladan nudges Elrohir, who nudges him back in return. Disturbed by the sound of the nudging match that began, Elrond looks up.
"Elladan, Elrohir, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Elrond asks kindly.
"Father don't kill us, it's not our fault, I swear." Elladan blurts out.
Elrond raises an eyebrow high. "What did you not do?"
"Father," Elrohir begins elbowing Elladan hard in the ribs. "Estel has a rash on his chest. He's been itching at it for a two days now."
"I have not seen anything different, but I will check on him." Elrond grew a little concerned. "Do you know where Estel is now?"
"No," Elladan chuckles. "He kicked Elrohir, then split."
"I think I know where to find him." Elrond takes a deep breath, closing his book.
Elrohir and Elladan step back as Elrond stands. Making his way gracefully to the door.
They follow Elrond to a small wooded corner off to the side of main house, where a small waterfall trickled down. There sat Estel, looking at his reflection, yet again scratching. Neutrally, Elrond crouches next to Estel.
"Elrohir tells me you have a rash. Can I see?" Elrond asks gently.
Estel shakes his head. "It nothing, it fine."
Elrond holds out a peice of candy, which Estel quickly snatches. Taking this opertunity[oppertunity], Elrond opens Estel's half opened shirt. His face goes pale, full of disbelief.
"Oh my..."
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Speaking of sick kids, who knew a one year old can hurl like that. Got to take care of my sick neice or I would write more.
Date: 3/13/03 11:44:17 PM Central Standard Time
From: XxLadyGreyxX
To: A YoruHana
Disclaimer I do not own LOTR
*
Elladan looks up from his perch in the tree, below he notices his young human brother walking down the path of the garden, scratching fiercly at his chest. It wasn't the first time in the last two days he had noticed his brother doing that. Curosity rose in Elladan, causeing him to instinctively kick Elrohir. Who, at the time, was peacefully lost in his own world reading a book.
"Psst, Elrohir, he's itching again."
Elrohir raises an eyebrow. "So?"
"Why don't you go down and ask him? You know dad will kill us if we let this pass."
"Ell-" Elrohir pauses and looks into his brother's eyes. "Fine."
Lightly[,] he jumps donw out of the tree and approaches Estel. Nearly scaring the kid as he stops him from walking any further.
"Why are you itching?"
"I not itching."
"Yes you are."
"No I not."
Elrohir sighs, "Yes you are."
"No!"
"Yes, Estel, you are."
"Nopers, I not."
"Let me see."
Elrohir opens Estel's shirt quickly, getting a swift kick in the shins in return. Grabbing his leg Elrohir shouts something not meant for young ears to hear, and unbecomming of an elf. But Aragorn was well gone before he herd what his brother had said.
Laughter rings from up in the tree where Elladan still perches, Safe from all abuses down below. Elrohir glares up at his brother, nothing is funny about this situation. Especially getting kicked by a human toddler.
"Not funny, Elladan." Elrohir glowers.
"It was to me... So did you see why Estel was itching?" Elladan calls out.
Elrohir nods, "Father is not going to be happy."
Elladan hops down from his pertch, and walks up to his brother. "Why not?"
"Estel has a nasty rash."
"Uh, I did not do it."
Elrohir rolls his eyes and walks towards the house, trying desperately not to limp. Elladan follows, a smile still across his face. He didn't care about the rash, he got to see his brother kicked by Estel for once.
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The twins enter their father's study. Elrond sat hunched over a book, consintrating[concentrating] on the work at hand. Elladan nudges Elrohir, who nudges him back in return. Disturbed by the sound of the nudging match that began, Elrond looks up.
"Elladan, Elrohir, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Elrond asks kindly.
"Father don't kill us, it's not our fault, I swear." Elladan blurts out.
Elrond raises an eyebrow high. "What did you not do?"
"Father," Elrohir begins elbowing Elladan hard in the ribs. "Estel has a rash on his chest. He's been itching at it for a two days now."
"I have not seen anything different, but I will check on him." Elrond grew a little concerned. "Do you know where Estel is now?"
"No," Elladan chuckles. "He kicked Elrohir, then split."
"I think I know where to find him." Elrond takes a deep breath, closing his book.
Elrohir and Elladan step back as Elrond stands. Making his way gracefully to the door.
They follow Elrond to a small wooded corner off to the side of main house, where a small waterfall trickled down. There sat Estel, looking at his reflection, yet again scratching. Neutrally, Elrond crouches next to Estel.
"Elrohir tells me you have a rash. Can I see?" Elrond asks gently.
Estel shakes his head. "It nothing, it fine."
Elrond holds out a peice of candy, which Estel quickly snatches. Taking this opertunity[oppertunity], Elrond opens Estel's half opened shirt. His face goes pale, full of disbelief.
"Oh my..."
***
Speaking of sick kids, who knew a one year old can hurl like that. Got to take care of my sick neice or I would write more.