"Please, let me read," Guyaturion begged. He was sitting in the library enjoying his book when all five of his older brothers came running in.
"But, that's so boring. Come with us to the festival. It'll be fun," Maikalindë coaxed.
"I do not want to. I want to read," Guyaturion sighed. This was getting him nowhere.
"Come on. You'll have fun," Celebiathion said gently taking Guyaturion's book. Guyaturion sighed.
"I shall go but you better not leave me!" He said as he stood.
"We will not leave you by yourself, Guy," Lossenethir said honestly.
* * *
My six brothers walked toward the grand hall. They could hear the music and the festivities. It was the mid-winter festival. This festival was for the sheer joy of everyone coming together in the dark of winter. This was my brothers' favourite. I, however, favoured the spring festival.
They opened the doors and entered the hall to bows from elves as they walked passed. They walked toward the head table.
"Hello boys," Father said happily as his sons sat down. "You've decided to join us, Guyaturion?" He asked, eyes twinkling.
"Not by choice," Guyaturion whispered as he glanced at his brothers. Father laughed.
"Oh my son, when will you join us by choice?" He asked.
"I do not know, dad," Guyaturion replied. Father smiled and ruffled his youngest son's hair.
The meal went on as usual. The normal courses, and for desert the sugar sculptures on a really light slice of cake. Then, the tables were cleared and ready for the dance.
"I'll be in the library if you need me," Guyaturion said as he tried to get out of the great hall as quickly as possible.
"Oh, no you don't!" Thalionlass caught Guyaturion by the arm.
"Please, do not make me stay," Guyaturion pleaded.
"I am going to, Guy. It's for your own good," Thalionlass said as he pulled him back over to the rest of their brothers.
"How is it for my own good? I will only stay seated in the corner," Guyaturion said struggling to get his wrist from his brother's grasp.
"So be it. You cannot leave us when we said we wouldn't leave you!" Thalionlass practically dragged Guyaturion to a seat between himself and Lossenethir. "Sit here, but at least you're here if you decide not to dance."
A she-elf about the same age as Guyaturion was glancing at him and every once in a while he caught her eye. When that happened they both blushed and looked away. Lossenethir noticed Guyaturion blushing.
"You like her!" He said accusingly.
"I do not!" Guyaturion countered blushing furiously.
"You do! Just look at you!" Lossenethir laughed.
"I do not! Just leave me be!" Guyaturion pleaded.
"He likes her," Lossenethir said to Celebiathion as he pointed the young elf out.
"I'm going to ask her if she wants to dance with him," Celebiathion announced.
"No, don't!" Guyaturion said blushing even redder still.
Celebiathion was already walking toward the elf. She bowed deeply as he addressed her. She talked quietly with the eldest prince, glancing at Guyaturion. Celebiathion said something and she giggled before she nodded. Celebiathion led her toward his brother.
"Telepandúnêiel this is my brother, Guyaturion. Guyaturion this is my new friend Telepandúnêiel," he said as Guyaturion shot him a look that said 'you will pay for this.' Though, he was careful that Telepandúnêiel had not seen.
"My lady," Guyaturion said as he stood and bowed.
"Please, highness, call me Telepan," she said quietly as a blush rose to her cheeks.
"There is no need to call me 'highness,' Guy will do," Guyaturion said quietly. "Umm… would you like to dance?" He asked shyly.
"I would like that," she answered quietly.
Guyaturion, slowly, took Telepandúnêiel's hand and led her onto the dance floor. He really did not know what to do, so he imitated the other couples on the floor. It was a slow song. One you might just want to sway to. They danced slowly, a little unsurely.
Father looked over mother's shoulder to see his youngest, shyest son dancing with a very beautiful young girl.
"Elemmiire, look at our son," he said quietly as he turned for mother to see.
Mother and father turned on the spot. Mother nearly broke into tears. Her son was dancing with a beautiful she elf. He barely ever liked elven contact save for his brothers and parents.
"He could not have chosen better," Elemmiire said quietly. They both continued dancing.
For the rest of the night, Guyaturion and Telepandúnêiel danced together song after song. They both loved it.
"He has taken quite a shine to her," Lossenethir said to Windarion as they watched Guyaturion kiss Telepandúnêiel's hand before he went to join his brothers on their walk to their rooms.
"Aye, that he has," Windarion agreed.
"Hello, ready to go?" Guyaturion said as he returned, his cheeks a little flush.
"We are. How about you?" Celebiathion said slyly.
"I am ready to go," Guyaturion said completely oblivious to his eldest brother's remark.
The six of them left the grand hall and walked slowly toward their room.
"The ladies seem to have been quite taken with you, eh Guy?" Thalionlass laughed.
"Did they?" Guyaturion blushed. "I did not notice."
"Indeed, I am not surprised. Telepandúnêiel was by far the prettiest and she loved you!" Maikalindë said a little bit enviously.
"She was very pleasant and I doubt she loved me!" Guyaturion said quietly.
"I would not be surprised," Windarion laughed.
"This will not be the last time you encounter Telepandúnêiel," Lossenethir said quietly to Guyaturion.
"That's good to know," Guyaturion replied.
"Good night," Lossenethir, Windarion and Celebiathion said sleepily.
"Good night," Maikalindë and Thalionlass said in unison.
"Sweet dreams," Guyaturion yawned.
* * *
"Do you think she likes me?" Guyaturion asked Maikalindë and Thalionlass as they climbed into bed.
"Of course she does. How could she not?" Maikalindë asked quietly.
"I don't know," Guyaturion said quietly.
"She LOVES you," Thalionlass giggled.
"She does not!" Guyaturion blushed.
"She does to!"
"She does not!"
"She does to!"
"She does not!"
"She does… umph!"
Guyaturion hit Thalionlass in the face with a pillow. This launched them into yet another fight with throwing things. They threw and hit each other with pillows. Maikalindë joined the fight and quickly "vanquished" his brothers. Soon, they were all sleeping peacefully in their beds.
* * *
"Can you believe he danced with her?" Lossenethir asked Windarion and Celebiathion, as they got ready to go to sleep.
"I know, I thought he would politely decline," Celebiathion said in complete disbelief.
"He must have liked her that much," Windarion said smiling.
"All of the ladies seemed to like him that much," Lossenethir laughed.
"I know! I heard a bunch of them talking about how they should have been in Telepandúnêiel's place," Windarion laughed.
"Well you didn't do so bad yourself! How many did you dance with, six?" Celebiathion said laughing.
"Seven," Windarion said under his breath that made Lossenethir laugh and Celebiathion laugh harder.
"We all danced with some ladies. Let's leave it at that," Lossenethir said pointedly.
* * *
Guyaturion slipped out of bed and pulled on a pair of leggings and a shirt. Quietly, he put on a pair of boots and walked to Thalionlass's bed. He gently shook him awake. Thalionlass was about to shout out in horror when his youngest brother's hand covered his mouth.
"Shh," Guyaturion whispered putting a finger to his lips. "I need your help."
"This early in the morning?" Thalionlass said groggily.
"Yes, this early in the morning. Celebiathion is going to pay for what he did last night. We need a dreadful prank," Guyaturion answered quietly, a mischievous glint was in his eyes. Thalionlass immediately perked at the mention of a prank.
"Excellent. What did you have in mind?" He asked.
"I don't know, I was hoping you could help me with that. I want to get him while he's sleeping though," Guyaturion answered.
"I've got just the thing," Thalionlass said quietly. "Let me wake Maikalindë and we can get started."
"Very well," Guyaturion said as he sat down on his bed.
Thalionlass woke Maikalindë and he told them of his plan. They all nodded in eager agreement. Then, they deftly walked to the kitchen to find Iriador.
* * *
They entered the kitchen to find it near empty. Iriador was peeling apples at the far end of a big table.
"Hello, young princes. What are you doing out of bed so early?" She asked, as they approached, not looking up from what she was doing.
"We need your help," Guyaturion said forgetting his shyness because he was angry with Celebiathion. The three of them explained to Iriador what they needed and for what. When they were finished, she couldn't help but laugh.
"Well, I think we can find some things to accommodate your needs," she smiled.
Iriador set a small basket on the table before quickly flitting around the kitchen putting string and such in the basket.
"I thought Iriador would chide us, not help us," Guyaturion whispered to Maikalindë.
"You obviously don't know Iriador. Every assault we've launched on Lossenethir Celebiathion and Windarion she has helped in some way," Maikalindë laughed.
"Here you go boys," Iriador said smiling as she handed them the basket. "Make sure to double knot."
"Thank you so much," Guyaturion said as they left the kitchen.
Guyaturion put his hand over Lossenethir's mouth. Instantly, Lossenethir's eyes flew open. Guyaturion put a finger to his lips.
"Go to our room and finish sleeping," he said quietly. Lossenethir gave him a scrutinizing look before retreating silently to his brothers' room.
Guyaturion walked to Windarion and put his hand over his mouth. Windarion sat up immediately, eyes wide.
"Go to our room. Lossenethir is there," Guyaturion said quietly and Windarion left, without a sound.
My three brothers set to work. Tying string around every bit of the room, from the opposite side of the door out, and connecting it all together. Before long, it looked like an extremely complex spider web. Then, they attached eggs to some loose strings from the ceiling. After that, the three of them sat in the hall, leaving the room's door open, to observe their work in action.
Slowly, time crept by and the sun fully rose. It soon poured through Celebiathion's window. Little by little, sunlight lit up his face and he lazily opened his eyes. At once, he let out a gasp and sat up in the little room given to him to do so. Insane laughter met his ears and he blushed in fury.
"What have you done?" He shouted to his brothers.
"Nothing more befitting your crime," Guyaturion laughed.
"What crime?" Celebiathion asked.
"Going against my wishes last night!" Guyaturion said trying to contain his laughter to keep talking with his brother.
"But you liked her!"
"That makes no difference!"
"It does though!"
"I believe you are wrong!"
"Just let me out of here!"
"No, I don't think I will," Guyaturion laughed.
Celebiathion began to slowly and cautiously climb out of his bed. He, nimbly, snaked his way through the strings. Over this one, under that one, until he was close to the door. He was just about to step through the last string web when his foot caught a string and about half a dozen eggs fell in a perfect circle around him. He looked at the eggs and then smiled at his brothers.
"You missed me," he said triumphantly.
"Did we?" Guyaturion asked sarcastically.
Just then, another half a dozen eggs fell onto Celebiathion. At the sight of their eldest brother in eggs, Maikalindë, Thalionlass and Guyaturion fell to their backs laughing.
"Boys! What is going on here?" Mother asked from behind the twins and Guyaturion.
The three of them looked up at mother. She looked from them to Celebiathion.
"Well, umm… What happened was," Guyaturion started.
"It's nothing mother. Just a test of my ability as an elf," Celebiathion finished.
"Are you sure that's all that it was, Celebiathion?" She asked not taking her eyes off her youngest sons.
"Positive," he said.
"Very well then. I expect you four to clean this up, o.k?"
"Yes mom," all four of them answered.
"See you at breakfast then," she said and left them in the hall.
"I shall never forget your face when you woke up," Thalionlass laughed.
"Yes well I'm glad Guyaturion had a lesson from the masters," Celebiathion said shortly. He turned to Guyaturion. "Have I served the punishment befitting my crime?"
"I believe so," Guyaturion answered.
"Good. You can help me clean up then," Celebiathion sighed.
"O.k. then," Guyaturion said as he pulled out his small knife and began cutting the strings.
After about an hour, half the time it took to set it up, they had all the strings cleared from the room. Celebiathion left to take a bath. He returned later drying his hair with a towel.
"Hungry?" He asked the four as they put they last piece of string into the waste container.
"We've been up since before dawn. Of course we're hungry," Maikalindë said as they walked from the room.
* * *
Celebiathion, Thalionlass, Maikalindë, and Guyaturion walked toward the dining room. They heard Lossenethir, Windarion, Mother, and Father laughing. They looked at each other.
"What do you suppose they're laughing at?" Guyaturion asked.
"There's only one way to find out," Celebiathion said as he opened the door.
Immediately, four heads looked in their direction.
"Good morning, boys," Father said quietly.
"Good morning," Guyaturion said quietly as he sat down across from mother.
"Did you pass the test of your ability as an elf?" Mother asked as Celebiathion sat down beside Guyaturion. He looked at Guyaturion before answering.
"With flying colours."
"Well, that's good," she smiled. "Boys, we have something to tell you." Father squeezed her hand.
"What is it, mother?" Lossenethir asked though he already knew the answer.
"In about eight months we'll have one more join our number," she said happily.
"Really?" Guyaturion asked excitedly.
"Aye. You will have another brother to play with!" Father said happily.
"Another brother… I won't be the baby anymore!" Guyaturion smiled.
"You're right. You won't be," Celebiathion laughed.
* * *
Mother braced herself on a bookshelf as a contraction tore through her. She sank to her knees in an effort to ease the pain.
"Mom, what is it?" Guyaturion asked.
"Your brother," she breathed. "Go get your father."
"O.k. I'll be right back," Guyaturion said as he exited the library.
Mother held her abdomen as contraction after contraction ripped through her. After about ten minutes father arrived with Nierninwa.
"Highness, can you move?" Nierninwa asked.
"I do not believe so," she said as she tried to lift herself and then fell the few inches she managed to stand. "Nay."
"O.k. your child will have to be born in the library," Nierninwa said as she put a blanket down.
"Very well," Mother breathed.
"Majesty?" Nierninwa said to father.
"Aye?"
"Could you sit behind her highness? It may be uncomfortable for her to push against a bookshelf," Nierninwa said quietly.
"Of course I can," Father replied. He tried his best not to move Mother as he sat behind her.
"Are you two ready?" Nierninwa asked.
"Mhmm," Mother said through gritted teeth.
"Looks that way," Father said as Mother leaned back on him to get ready to push.
"O.k. Push!" Nierninwa encouraged.
* * *
Guyaturion ran through the palace searching for his brothers. He searched the two rooms in which they shared. Not there. He raced down the hall toward the baths. Not there, either. He sped down the main stairwell and out into the gardens. He heard them taking in the herb garden, Lossenethir was teaching them about the healing herbs again. Guyaturion just a few steps from the herb garden when Lossenethir looked up and said.
"We have a new brother."
"What?" Celebiathion asked. Just then Guyaturion burst into the garden, panting.
"Mother went into labour, in the library," he panted.
"I know, our brother has been born," Lossenethir said lightly.
"Perhaps we should go see her then?" Windarion said quietly.
"We should," Lossenethir replied.
The six of them left the garden and walked up the front steps. Then, up the main stairwell and to the library. They walked slowly through the large library searching for Mother. When they did not find her they figured she was in her room. They left the library and made their way to the master bedroom at top of a grand staircase. Lossenethir knocked on the door.
"Come in," was Father's faint answer.
My six brothers walked slowly into the room, one by one. Mother was on the bed with our brother in her arms.
"Come here, boys. This is your brother Nilfacion," she whispered.
Slowly, my brothers inched toward the newest edition to the family Greenleaf.
Nilfacion had dark blonde hair and blues eyes that reflected the sky. He was the adventurous one of the eight of us. Whenever the prospect of going to Imladris or Lothlorien came up, Nilfacion jumped at the opportunity to go. He loved to explore the forest and he could never sit still for very long. He always asked Father if he could go hunting with him and he would always be disappointed when told he was too young to hunt. Mother always took him with her when she went for wild herbs in the forest of looking for flowers.
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A/N: Hello! It took me a while but I did it! This is the last chapter before Legolas! Legolas is next. Should Legolas be born in Mirkwood or Imladris? I really wanna know what you think! You have no idea how much your feedback helps me! I love it and I would probably be nowhere without it! I love you guys so much for reading this! I am glad that you all are enjoying! Clearly this fic is favoured above the rest of my work. This story has seven chapters and 30 reviews while my other story has fourteen chapters and 20 reviews! Hahaha! At least you're reading them! Anyway! Thanks so much for reviewing all of you who did and those of you who will! Luv Gia