What is Rivendell's crest? I haven't a clue but it isn't what I created.
Well, this was short. Cheers!
Reona
Working
Morning in Rivendell dawned bright and sunny, the only clouds in the sky were the fluffy white pillows everyone loved to gaze upon. The balcony doors of the Study stood wide open, spilling in light and allowing a docile breeze to drift into the room. Elrond Peredhil sat at his desk, his silver grey eyes scanning the parchment paper he held. It was an order for more wood to be gotten for the kitchens. The lord of Rivendell would only allow dead wood to be taken from the forest but occasionally a large tree had to be felled for bigger workings, such as repairs to the house. Saplings and seeds were planted in the large tree's place to supplement the death. Elrond dripped red wax onto the paper and then quickly stamped it with the Rivendell crest, a large leafy tree with two doves about its roots. Elrond's signature went under it. "No one can pick up an ax without me looking over their shoulder?" the Elf muttered, mirth in his voice. Elrond's robes were a dark blue color with a silver under garment, his mithril crown upon his head. Vilya sparkled on his hand, the sapphire stone seemingly glowing.
Elrond reached for the next piece of business Erestor wanted him to see to when he heard the doors to his Study open and close softly. Since there hadn't been a knock, Elrond assumed it could only be a few Elves. It could be one of his sons, it could be Glorfindel, or it could be Erestor. Those were the only Elves in Rivendell that would dare enter without announcing themselves first, although it was a rare thing with his chief adviser. Elrond continued sorting through the papers on his desk, waiting for the person in the room to speak. When no voice came, Elrond looked up and found no one there.
Elrond frowned and glanced around the Study, sighting no one. "Hmmm." Elrond tapped a pen on top of the desk and smiled to himself. "Wonderful, now I'm losing my mind." Really not that concerned with the mysterious visitor, not in a populated house as his, Elrond went back to work. He began looking over the oil information, quickly signing for oil to be given to the kitchens and the stables. Elrond knew well the dangers of hot dripping wax near food and flammable hay.
Elrond pushed back a strand of dark hair as the breeze pulled it into his eyes. A second later, a stronger gust of wind blew through the balcony doors. "Oh!" Elrond cried in surprise and tried to grab some of the loose sheets sitting on his desk. The wind died and Elrond sighed as he placed the papers he had caught back on his desk. Chuckling, Elrond then pushed back his chair and circled his desk to pick up the papers that had fallen to the floor. Kneeling, he began to gather the sheets when some movement under the desk caught his attention.
Elrond peered into the shadow where his feet would rest and then smiled. A small bundle with black hair lay curled on the floor, fast asleep. "Hello Aragorn." whispered Elrond. Standing, he returned the papers to their places and carefully sat in his chair, placing his feet so that he didn't accidentally kick the boy. "I wonder how long before Glorfindel comes and tells me he has lost you somewhere?" Elrond muttered to himself.
Elrond went back to work, wanting to keep his promise to Erestor to have it done quickly. About half an hour later, Elrond felt Aragorn move under the desk. He stilled and waited for the boy to either wake up or settle again. Finally, Elrond felt the child settle against his robes, pressing into his legs. After Aragorn was still for a moment, Elrond leaned back and looked down under the desk. He smiled as he saw that Aragorn had pressed his face into his blue velvet robe and was once again fast asleep. Elrond returned to his work, tying a rolled up parchment with a red ribbon and laying it in a basket with several similar rolls.
It was perhaps another hour later when a hesitant knock at his door sounded. Elrond grinned and then schooled his figures; that must be Glorfindel coming to confess. "Come." he called.
Indeed, it was a rather nervous Glorfindel that pushed the doors open and stepped inside the Study. "My lord, may I speak with you?" asked the blond Elf.
"Of course, Glorfindel. What is it?" said Elrond.
Glorfindel walked up to the desk and stopped in front of it, twisted his fingers together. Elrond was glad he had such control or he would have laughed right then. "My lord, I'm afraid I must inform you that Aragorn has gone missing."
"Missing?" echoed Elrond. He allowed concern to enter his voice. Under the desk, he felt Aragorn wrap his arms around his legs and squeeze. "For how long?" Elrond asked.
Glorfindel swallowed loudly. "For about an hour and a half, my lord. We have searched all of the house and the surrounding gardens but can't find him."
"And you are just now coming to me with this information?" demanded Elrond, a spark entering his eyes.
Glorfindel took that spark to mean anger. "I'm sorry, my lord, but I thought I could find him but he isn't anywhere… " He trailed off as a smile bloomed across Elrond's lips.
"You are a silly Elf, aren't you Glorfindel." chuckled Elrond. He wiggled his feet, causing Aragorn to giggle under the desk.
Glorfindel quickly dropped to the ground. He growled as he came face to face with Aragorn. "There you are! I had half the house looking for you, you little brat!" yelled Glorfindel.
Aragorn squealed and climbed up Elrond's legs. Elrond was laughing gaily now as he pulled the child up into his lap. "Serves you right for not coming to me earlier, Glorfindel."
The doors opened again and Elladan and Elrohir stepped inside, gazes settling on Aragorn. "There he is!" exclaimed the elder twin.
"We've been looking all over for him. I've never seen someone run so fast." said Elrohir in an annoyed tone.
Elrond's smile slipped a little and he lifted Aragorn's chin up with two fingers. The child's eyes were bright and miserable. "You ran from them?" asked Elrond. Aragorn nodded dully. "Why?"
Aragorn squeezed his eyes shut. "I broke a vase." he muttered. Elrond's response was not what the child had expected when giving that information.
Elrond quickly began looking Aragorn over, searching for injury. "Are you hurt?" he asked in concern. Confused, Aragorn lifted his right hand and showed him the cut upon his palm.
"Ada, he broke the white swan vase. The one in the west wing. He was running and slid right into the pedestal, knocking it over. I don't think it can be repaired." informed Elladan.
Elrond was looking closely at the cut on Aragorn's hand, carefully checking it to make sure no shards of the vase were under the skin. "I could care less about the vase, Elladan." he said, reaching toward a draw. The other's mouths dropped open as Elrond pulled a small pouch from his desk and began to medicate Aragorn's hand. Aragorn blinked in surprise at the lord's words. Elrond tipped the child's chin up again so that he could look into his grey eyes. "No piece of pottery is ever worth such misery, Aragorn. If something like this ever happens again, especially if you are injured, I want you to come to me or one of the others. Nothing will ever be so horrible that you can't feel that you can come to me." Aragorn nodded and pressed his face against Elrond's chest.
Glorfindel sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I am a silly Elf." he muttered.
Elladan smirked. "No arguments here."
Elrohir elbowed his brother and shook his head at him. "We're sorry, Ada. We should have known better." Elrohir said.
Elrond nodded and sighed. "See that the vase is cleaned up well and warn the staff about the area. The last thing I want is to be treating someone because they stepped on a stray shard." he said.
"Yes, Ada." said both twins. They turned and began to leave the room when Elrond's voice stopped them.
"And may I remind you about a certain red bowl that used to stand by the north stairs." Elladan and Elrohir winced and quickly exited.
"Red bowl?" asked Glorfindel, not recalling that particular piece.
Elrond smirked and sat Aragorn on his feet. "Lets just say that it's in the same state as the white swan vase is now." Elrond ran his finger down Aragorn's cheek, causing the child to giggle. "My sons have broken their fair share of art work, Aragorn. They have no room to talk." he told the child with amusement. "Everything well now?" Elrond asked.
Aragorn nodded and grasped Elrond's wrist. "Thank you, Lord Elrond."
Elrond shook his head. "Enough with the lord. It's just Elrond." Aragorn smiled and Elrond kissed him on top of his head. "Now, be gone! I have work to do before Erestor comes and scolds me for being lazy!" he exclaimed. Aragorn laughed and raced out of the room. Elrond leveled his gaze at a nervous Glorfindel. "Well?" the Elven lord prompted.
"Sorry." said Glorfindel. Elrond's eyes narrowed and the blond Elf sighed. "My lord, I am sorry that I did not come to you right away when I could not find Aragorn. It was an error and I will not repeat it." Elrond continued to stare as Glorfindel tried not to turn red. "Well, I'll try not to repeat it." he relented.
Elrond smiled then. "Very well, Glorfindel. You may go." Glorfindel sighed in relief and quickly exited the room. Elrond chuckled and picked up his pen again to finish his work only to find his desk clean. He blinked before remembering that he had finished just before Glorfindel had come in. With a smile, Elrond pushed back his chair and left the room. "So much for Erestor's paper work."
