First Time Around
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Because someone asked me, Estel is not in this story, he's not even born yet. This story is about 200 or 300 years before Song For None. The boys are all very young, about 100. Hope that answers your questions!
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Elladan yanked the robe over his head and looked in the mirror, whatever he looked good enough.
"Where are you going?" Elrohir called to his brother, in a voice that matched their fathers; though was unknown to him.
"I'm done, I'm going to go find father and ask him who these elves are who are coming to visit." Elladan answered his brother, wasn't it obvious?
"With that hairdo?" Elrohir eyed his brother's rather messy half-pulled back hair.
"What am I supposed to do with it?"
"Fix it you ninny." Elrohir rolled his eyes, really his brother could be so daft some times.
"You know I can't do hair." Elladan sighed.
"Fine, I'll do it for you." Elrohir motioned for Elladan to sit in his chair so he could fix his hair.
Elladan sat down facing the large mirror that only Elrohir seemed to know was in the room.
Elrohir quickly combed out the tangles in Elladan's thick hair before starting on the braids that he had already done in his hair.
"Are you done yet?" The impatient Elladan asked after Elrohir had just started the braiding process.
"Hold still!" Elrohir commanded and expertly finished with Elladan's hair.
Elladan didn't even bother to look in the mirror but headed straight towards the door, "Oh yea, and when I said I hated you last night I didn't really mean it." Elladan said quickly before disappearing out the door.
Elrohir smiled and did one last check of his outfit, "I know. Neither did I."
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Thranduil stopped his horse not to far from the Rivendell gates.
"What are we stopping for?" Legolas looked around them.
"So we can make ourselves look presentable when we arrive." Thranduil dismounted and kneeled beside the small stream to wash his face. Legolas followed his fathers' actions and when he was done he turned to see his father holding a formal robe out to him.
"I have to wear that?" Legolas looked at the robe, of all his formal ones his father had to pick that one! It was the most hideous one they owned!
"Yes, this one. I wore it the first time I met your mother." Thranduil smiled at the fond memory.
Legolas took the robe from his father's hands and stared at it, no wonder it was so ugly it was older than Middle Earth itself!
Thranduil waited until Legolas had the robe on before he started to straighten out the non-existent wrinkles and then gave his usual 'you-hair- is-a-mess' look. Legolas sighed and did his best to pull the leaves and twigs that were beginning to be a usual decoration in his hair.
"Okay, we are ready to meet Lord Elrond and his sons." Thranduil smiled.
"Sons? As in plural?" Legolas asked as his father headed towards the gates.
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Elrond waited as Erestor and Glorfindel came bounding down the hallway towards him. Both looked glorious in their formal robes and the three together were s stunning sight as they stood waiting for the twins and the arrival of King Thranduil.
"Here come your sons." Glorfindel nodded down the hallway as Elladan came slowly moping down the hall and Elrohir walked tall and proud, a near spitting image of his father.
Elladan stood, fidgeting the while time next to Elrond and Elrohir stood as regal as he could next to Glorfindel, who just succeeded in making the young elf seem smaller and more childlike than anything.
Soon Thranduil entered the courtyard followed closely by a rather grumpy looking Legolas.
"Greetings King Thranduil, friend from Mirkwood and to the young Prince Legolas. Both of you are welcome in Imladris and especially in my home." Elrond greeted Thranduil in his usual regal and lordly greeting.
Thranduil smiled gratefully and dismounted his stead, "Many thanks from our people for your kindness and gratitude. I am grateful to be so warmly received in your home master Elrond." Thranduil replied and both lay their hands over their hearts and bowed their heads.
"Come, Vebor and the others will tend to your horses. You must come in and rest." Elrond stepped the side to allow Vebor and three other servants go to the horses. Thranduil waited for Legolas to dismount and follow him up the steps.
All the formality had Elladan feeling that Thranduil had already worn out his welcome.
Elrohir was glad that he might get a chance to really practice formal speech and other such things through Thranduil's stay though.
Elrond and Thranduil walked side by side through the halls until they reached the already prepared eating room. The older elves sat down and the three young elflings stood awkwardly not quite sure of what they should do.
"You three may sit over there and make welcome." Erestor pointed towards a smaller table set for just the three.
"Great, we get to 'make welcome' with prince ninny now." Elladan whispered as Elrohir lead the way to the table.
"Elladan, you don't even know him!" Elrohir hissed back at his brother. He was now again thoroughly annoyed with his brother.
Elrohir waited until Legolas was in his seat before he started to gather food onto his plate, unlike Elladan who had already started eating.
"Welcome to Rivendell, I am Elrohir and this is my brother Elladan." Elrohir smiled pleasantly at Legolas.
"Legolas, thank you for welcoming me here." Legolas replied and begin to start eating the delicious food.
Elladan wanted to throw his fork at his brother for acting all 'high-and- might-just-like-father-would-want' and that stupid look he was giving Elladan every now and then that was saying 'be-more-like-father'. Annoying really.
Just as Elladan thought he could truly take no more of the stuffiness both Thranduil and Glorfindel broke out into a loud fit of laughter. Elrond was smiling and waving his hands around animatedly while telling some long-ago story. And Erestor was trying with all his might to keep from snorting.
"Then Celeborn nearly fell off his horse he was so embarrassed!" Elrond finished the story and burst out laughing along with the rest.
All three young elves were staring in disbelief at the older elves, so there was still life left in those ancient bodies.
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Because someone asked me, Estel is not in this story, he's not even born yet. This story is about 200 or 300 years before Song For None. The boys are all very young, about 100. Hope that answers your questions!
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Elladan yanked the robe over his head and looked in the mirror, whatever he looked good enough.
"Where are you going?" Elrohir called to his brother, in a voice that matched their fathers; though was unknown to him.
"I'm done, I'm going to go find father and ask him who these elves are who are coming to visit." Elladan answered his brother, wasn't it obvious?
"With that hairdo?" Elrohir eyed his brother's rather messy half-pulled back hair.
"What am I supposed to do with it?"
"Fix it you ninny." Elrohir rolled his eyes, really his brother could be so daft some times.
"You know I can't do hair." Elladan sighed.
"Fine, I'll do it for you." Elrohir motioned for Elladan to sit in his chair so he could fix his hair.
Elladan sat down facing the large mirror that only Elrohir seemed to know was in the room.
Elrohir quickly combed out the tangles in Elladan's thick hair before starting on the braids that he had already done in his hair.
"Are you done yet?" The impatient Elladan asked after Elrohir had just started the braiding process.
"Hold still!" Elrohir commanded and expertly finished with Elladan's hair.
Elladan didn't even bother to look in the mirror but headed straight towards the door, "Oh yea, and when I said I hated you last night I didn't really mean it." Elladan said quickly before disappearing out the door.
Elrohir smiled and did one last check of his outfit, "I know. Neither did I."
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Thranduil stopped his horse not to far from the Rivendell gates.
"What are we stopping for?" Legolas looked around them.
"So we can make ourselves look presentable when we arrive." Thranduil dismounted and kneeled beside the small stream to wash his face. Legolas followed his fathers' actions and when he was done he turned to see his father holding a formal robe out to him.
"I have to wear that?" Legolas looked at the robe, of all his formal ones his father had to pick that one! It was the most hideous one they owned!
"Yes, this one. I wore it the first time I met your mother." Thranduil smiled at the fond memory.
Legolas took the robe from his father's hands and stared at it, no wonder it was so ugly it was older than Middle Earth itself!
Thranduil waited until Legolas had the robe on before he started to straighten out the non-existent wrinkles and then gave his usual 'you-hair- is-a-mess' look. Legolas sighed and did his best to pull the leaves and twigs that were beginning to be a usual decoration in his hair.
"Okay, we are ready to meet Lord Elrond and his sons." Thranduil smiled.
"Sons? As in plural?" Legolas asked as his father headed towards the gates.
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Elrond waited as Erestor and Glorfindel came bounding down the hallway towards him. Both looked glorious in their formal robes and the three together were s stunning sight as they stood waiting for the twins and the arrival of King Thranduil.
"Here come your sons." Glorfindel nodded down the hallway as Elladan came slowly moping down the hall and Elrohir walked tall and proud, a near spitting image of his father.
Elladan stood, fidgeting the while time next to Elrond and Elrohir stood as regal as he could next to Glorfindel, who just succeeded in making the young elf seem smaller and more childlike than anything.
Soon Thranduil entered the courtyard followed closely by a rather grumpy looking Legolas.
"Greetings King Thranduil, friend from Mirkwood and to the young Prince Legolas. Both of you are welcome in Imladris and especially in my home." Elrond greeted Thranduil in his usual regal and lordly greeting.
Thranduil smiled gratefully and dismounted his stead, "Many thanks from our people for your kindness and gratitude. I am grateful to be so warmly received in your home master Elrond." Thranduil replied and both lay their hands over their hearts and bowed their heads.
"Come, Vebor and the others will tend to your horses. You must come in and rest." Elrond stepped the side to allow Vebor and three other servants go to the horses. Thranduil waited for Legolas to dismount and follow him up the steps.
All the formality had Elladan feeling that Thranduil had already worn out his welcome.
Elrohir was glad that he might get a chance to really practice formal speech and other such things through Thranduil's stay though.
Elrond and Thranduil walked side by side through the halls until they reached the already prepared eating room. The older elves sat down and the three young elflings stood awkwardly not quite sure of what they should do.
"You three may sit over there and make welcome." Erestor pointed towards a smaller table set for just the three.
"Great, we get to 'make welcome' with prince ninny now." Elladan whispered as Elrohir lead the way to the table.
"Elladan, you don't even know him!" Elrohir hissed back at his brother. He was now again thoroughly annoyed with his brother.
Elrohir waited until Legolas was in his seat before he started to gather food onto his plate, unlike Elladan who had already started eating.
"Welcome to Rivendell, I am Elrohir and this is my brother Elladan." Elrohir smiled pleasantly at Legolas.
"Legolas, thank you for welcoming me here." Legolas replied and begin to start eating the delicious food.
Elladan wanted to throw his fork at his brother for acting all 'high-and- might-just-like-father-would-want' and that stupid look he was giving Elladan every now and then that was saying 'be-more-like-father'. Annoying really.
Just as Elladan thought he could truly take no more of the stuffiness both Thranduil and Glorfindel broke out into a loud fit of laughter. Elrond was smiling and waving his hands around animatedly while telling some long-ago story. And Erestor was trying with all his might to keep from snorting.
"Then Celeborn nearly fell off his horse he was so embarrassed!" Elrond finished the story and burst out laughing along with the rest.
All three young elves were staring in disbelief at the older elves, so there was still life left in those ancient bodies.
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