The First Taste

Inspired by the Fiona Apple song "The First Taste". (Lyrics at the bottom of the page)

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except the four madeup characters who quite frankly are all based off someone I know. So, not even they are fully mine. I can say I own the Elrohir that runs in circles in my mind. He gets kinda sweaty though and sometimes I do wish I didn't own him.

Author's Notes: I know its been a while since I've updated. I had this great idea though so I'm starting another story. My others will be updated as soon as the plot bunnies pop back up.

I thought I'd make it easy and give you a character list right now. I'll tell you the character, what their name means, and who they are in the plot.

Characters:

Elrohir: (star knight) He's a son of Elrond. Elladan's twin brother.

Elladan: (lore man) He's a son of Elrond. Elrohir's twin brother.

Lygewen: (serpent maiden) She's a woman in Imladris married to Firadan.

Quesse: (feather) She's an old friend of Elrohir's.

Duvinya: (new night) She's the princess of Mirkwood. Older than Legolas.

Firadan: (mortal man) He's a lowly peasant in Imladris.

Those are the main characters you should probably know.

The plot takes place over a long period of time and this first chapter is only info and a prolouge.

Part I: The Prolouge.

It was late at night. Everyone in the Last Homely House had found their way safely to their rooms. Lord Elrond and his wife, Celebrian, had put all three of their children to sleep in their correct rooms, not mixing up the twins this night, and kissed them goodnight. It was turning out just like every other night.

Elrohir slipped out of his bed, headed down the hall with Elfling light footsteps, and make his way into his brother's room. After a struggle to reach the doorknob, he made it in, padding his way to the bed. Like every other night, the young Elf child climbed into his brother's bed and snuggled up to the pillow. Elladan let out an annoyed sigh.

"Are you ever going to learn to sleep in your own bed?!" Elladan's harsh voice broke through the darkness. Elrohir frowned at it.

"I don't like my room. Their's a Balrog under my bed. It's going to eat me. But your room is safe. Plus, we get to talk all night this way." Elladan sighed, defeated, and turned to lie on his back.

Elrohir followed suit and started up at the ceiling. "You know, Elladan. When I grow up, I'm gonna be a lord just like Glorfindel and adar. And then I'll order you around. You'll be a loremaster of course. And I'll be married to a pretty Elf from Lorien. Just like mommy except prettier and not so mean. And then we'll all live right here happily." Elladan rolled his eyes at the comment.

"No. It'll be more like this. I'll be happily married and loremaster under adar. You'll be a stable boy, picking up dung after the animals and getting your heart broken by mean old ladies like naneth." Elrohir sighed.

"You're probably right. I'm going to be just like Lord Glorfindel when I grow up." He wrinkled his nose in disgust. Elladan mumbled something that sounded strangely like "Poor Elrohir" and gave his twin a hug before turning to go back to sleep.

"Good night Elrohir."

"Good night Elladan."

And with that, they both fell asleep.

The First Taste Lyrics:

I lie in an early bed, thinking late thoughts
Waiting for the black to replace my blue
I do not struggle in your web because it was my aim to get caught
But daddy longlegs, I feel that I'm finally growing weary
Of waiting to be consumed by you

Give me the first taste, let it begin heaven cannot wait
Forever
Darling, just start the chase -- I'll let you win but you must
Make the endeavor

Oh, your love give me a heart contusion
Adagio breezes fill my skin with sudden red
Your hungry flirt borders intrusion
I'm building memories on things we have not said
Full is not heavy as empty, not nearly my love, not nearly my love, not nearly

Give me the first taste, let it begin heaven cannot wait
Forever
Darling, just start the chase -- I'll let you win, but you must
Make the endeavor