The Misadventures of Caladriel and Rinnalaiss
By Ellie in ElfPajamas
Starring: Caladriel, Legolas, Thranduil, Rinnalaiss, Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, Elrond, Glorfindel, Erestor, Halbarad, and an Elf named Faelon.
Okay, major no-no here, Rinnalaiss is an extra daughter to Elrond, Caladriel is Legolas' younger sister. Rinnalaiss might be adopted, I'm not real sure, but her older brothers Elladan and Elrohir dote on their tomboyish little sister. She's the baby of the family sort of, although older than Estel in years, she is still quite childish. Caladriel is not allowed to be the tomboy she wants to be, and is only Legolas' half sister. This is preLotR, Estel is only about thirty or forty. Why all this guessing? This is a transcribed dream, that's why. Oh, and a groom in this story is not a groom in the sense of bride and groom, a groom is actually someone who takes care of the horses.
And this switches from Third person to first, usually Caladriel's POV. I kinda dreamed it as an onlooker that they didn't see, but sometimes I was in her head. Couldn't think of Gondorian names, I have a list of Elvish names, but I wasn't able to locate a Gondorian and Numenorean name generator.
Chapter four: Erestor's Revenge.
Legolas had talked Erestors's ears off, and then some. Erestor was tired of hearing what the prince of Mirkwood was going to do to his sister's bodyguard when he found him. Calad had been gone for nearly four weeks, and Legolas had yet to leave Rivendell to start looking. All talk, no action. Erestor had complained to Lord Elrond more than once, but the Lord of Imladris only raised a questioning eyebrow. Erestor was about ready to take matters into his own hands. No Elven advisor should have to put up with a Prince who wouldn't leave him be. Legolas started talking about what he was going to do to Faelon again and Erestor put his foot down.
"Legolas son of Thranduil! Go outside and work in the garden before I kick your sorry tail out there myself! Find something to do, but keep that mouth of yours shut!" Erestor cried, stomping in the prince's direction.
Legolas backed up, surprised by the advisor's sudden outburst of anger. He'd underestimated the raven-haired Elf, thinking he was just a bookworm. Erestor's eyes flashed with annoyance now, no longer looking like aged silver coins, but like brilliant talents of mithril. Glorfindel came in and saw his friend Erestor chasing the prince of Mirkwood outside into the garden. Somehow, the obvious irritation of Erestor was ridiculously funny to Glorfindel. Glorfindel approched his friend after the latter had forcibly put Legolas outside.
"Come now, Erestor, what has he done to deserve your wrath?" Glorfindel asked, putting a friendly arm around the advisor.
"Glor, I can't stand him anymore. I talked to Lord Elrond about him but I think he's ignoring me." Erestor said, in a frustrated tone.
"Erestor, tell me, I'm your friend, I'll help you, what is your problem with prince Legolas?" Glorfindel asked sympathetically.
"He will not shut his mouth! He has not given me a moment's peace since his sister left!" Erestor exclaimed. "He constantly talks about what he's going to do to Faelon when he catches him, but have you seen him make any move to begin his journey? Honestly, Glorfindel, if he were not Thranduil's son I would have tied him to a horse's backside and..."
Here Glorfindel stopped Erestor's rant with a high silvery laugh. The golden haired Balrog Slayer was soon rolling on the floor with helpless laughter.
"Erestor my dear friend," Glorfindel gasped, "I have never seen you like this before, you never talk about embarassing the sons of Elven royalty!"
Erestor stared down at the Balrog Slayer who lay flat on his back, still laughing.
"I don't find it funny, Glorfindel the Balrog Slayer. He doesn't dare talk your ears off." Erestor said flatly.
Glorfindel looked up from the soft carpet.
"I don't know why. It's not as though I survived killing the Balrog. It's been a long time since then, why does everyone think I'm some incredable hero?" Glorfindel wondered out loud.
"Perhaps because you are." Erestor said ruefully. "Sometimes I wish I could walk in your boots for a day, just to see what it's like."
"Well, you could, but they'd fall off, your feet are smaller than mine." Glorfindel said.
"Now, you know that's not what I meant! I meant I wish sometimes that I were you." Erestor said, folding his arms over his chest.
Glorfindel sat up and cocked his head in his typical wait-a-minute- I'm-thinking pose, wrapping his arms around his legs.
"No Erestor. You don't wish you were me. You wish that you were shown more respect, and that others really cared enough to see past your shyness and strictness. You're a good Elf, Erestor, I think you're one of the greatest, but not all the great Elves are recognized in the writing of the history manuscripts. Don't let being unnoticed get you down, we all depend on you." Glorfindel said.
Erestor looked greatful for the encouragement.
"Let's go to Elrond now. You need a vacation, why don't we go hunting, just you and I? We haven't done that in a very long time." Glorfindel offered.
Erestor considered it for a moment, then nodded, a smile slowly spreading across his face. Glorfindel was a wonderful friend, he felt blessed to have him.
Lord Elrond gave Erestor and Glorfindel leave to go hunting, and they planned to set out the next morning at dawn. Erestor was digging his hunting clothes out of a trunk when he heard shouts in the courtyard. He looked out the window to see what the commotion was about. Elladan and Elrohir had returned from their two and a half week absence, with them many Rangers, Rinn, and Caladriel. Erestor was glad to see she was safe, but the slumped figure that she had her arms around worried him. He thought hard for a second, scanning the crowd as he did. It was Faelon, he didn't have to think very long to figure that out. Legolas ran up with a dagger in his hand, only to be thrown to the paving stones by Glorfindel. Erestor turned and hurried to the courtyard.
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Glorfindel held Legolas down, knowing the prince was set on getting rid of 'troublesome' Faelon.
"What kind of fool are you? Can't you see he's wounded? You are in the house of Elrond, in your own house you may deal with things as you will, but here you will abide by our rules. You will not lay a finger on Faelon, do you understand?" Glorfindel said quietly, his soft voice menacing.
Somehow, being threatened by an Elf who had actually slain one of the most fearsome creatures in all of Middle Earth actually had an effect on Legolas, and he took Glorfindel quite seriously.
When Glorfindel let him up he bowed stiffly, then went right back to the garden that Erestor had banished him to earlier. Glorfindel held up his hands to Calad, offering to take Faelon. Calad gently transfered Faelon from Mithy's back to Glorfindel's arms, trying not to bump the bandaged part of his back. Glorfindel almost ran into Erestor with his arms full of the half Elf. Erestor stepped aside and ran ahead to make ready the guest room. Elrond heard Erestor fly up the steps and stuck his head out of the study to see what was going on. He saw Glorfindel with Faelon and hurried to grab the tray of herbs.
Then he followed Glorfindel up the steps, wondering what had happened to Faelon. Calad, having put her horse in the stable, raced into the house and followed Elrond, soon followed by the twins and Halbarad. Erestor had a fire going and candles lit for illumination when Glorfindel laid Faelon on the bed. Elladan and Elrohir were hurriedly telling their father what had transpired while Glorfindel and Erestor eased Faelon's tunic off of his body. Calad was silent, standing motionless in the corner. Glorfindel saw her out of the corner of his eye and wondered why she looked so guilty. He'd been able to catch most of the conversation, and if an Orc had shot Faelon, it was in no way Calad's fault. Faelon's fingers twitched as Elrond took the bandage off and examined the wound.
Elrond made note of Faelon's high fever and the sensetivity of his back around the wound. Poisoning was quite obviously involved, Faelon wouldn't even open his eyes. Elladan whispered in his father's ear, telling him that Faelon was not an Elf. Elrond looked surprised, and under the guise of looking at Faelon's face snuck a peek at his ears. They had been telling the truth, and Elrond was curious as to why it had never occured to him before. It didn't matter much, Halbarad said Faelon was a half-Elf, so most Elvish medicine applied. Calad was still left in the dark until Lord Elrond, having not noticed her presence, pulled Faelon's hair back and out of the way, tying it into a ponytail. Calad's hand flew to her mouth as she saw his ears. Halbarad saw her reaction.
"Calad, Faelon is not a mortal, he just takes more after his mother's side of the family. He's half Elf. I never met his parents, but his geneology has been passed down for several generations now, they didn't want any of the Rangers to be afraid of him or surprised by his easy attitude toward visiting them." Halbarad said. "We though for sure you Elves knew he was only a half Elf. His father was from Mirkwood, and that's why he lived there so long."
"Is that why Legolas hates him?" Calad asked.
"I didn't know anyone hated him until you two joined our camp." Halbarad said. "Much less why anyone would hate him."
On the other side of the room, Glorfindel looked at Erestor.
"I take it this puts our hunting trip on hold." Glorfindel said quietly.
"Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss the showdown between Calad and Legolas for any old deer." Erestor said.
"Neither would I." Glorfindel said. "Think she'll throw knives?"
Erestor frowned.
"Perhaps. If she does and doesn't miss, Legolas and Faelon will have plenty of time to get to know each other." Erestor said.
Glorfindel smothered a laugh.
"You have a wonderful way of putting so delicate a subject, Erestor." Glorfindel teased.
"I learned it from you." Erestor said. "You're a bad influence."
"Say, what are we going to do with Legolas so he can't harm Faelon?" Glorfindel mused.
Erestor grinned wickedly.
"Leave that one to me. I think I remember there being a certain 'tea' that he likes very much." Erestor said.
"You wouldn't!" Glorfindel said, as realization hit him.
"Oh, but I would. We'd finally be even and he wouldn't be able to talk for a while." Erestor said happilly, cheerfully mixing a brew.
Glorfindel watched as the vengeful advisor prepared to drug the foolish prince. This was going to be interesting.
By Ellie in ElfPajamas
Starring: Caladriel, Legolas, Thranduil, Rinnalaiss, Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, Elrond, Glorfindel, Erestor, Halbarad, and an Elf named Faelon.
Okay, major no-no here, Rinnalaiss is an extra daughter to Elrond, Caladriel is Legolas' younger sister. Rinnalaiss might be adopted, I'm not real sure, but her older brothers Elladan and Elrohir dote on their tomboyish little sister. She's the baby of the family sort of, although older than Estel in years, she is still quite childish. Caladriel is not allowed to be the tomboy she wants to be, and is only Legolas' half sister. This is preLotR, Estel is only about thirty or forty. Why all this guessing? This is a transcribed dream, that's why. Oh, and a groom in this story is not a groom in the sense of bride and groom, a groom is actually someone who takes care of the horses.
And this switches from Third person to first, usually Caladriel's POV. I kinda dreamed it as an onlooker that they didn't see, but sometimes I was in her head. Couldn't think of Gondorian names, I have a list of Elvish names, but I wasn't able to locate a Gondorian and Numenorean name generator.
Chapter four: Erestor's Revenge.
Legolas had talked Erestors's ears off, and then some. Erestor was tired of hearing what the prince of Mirkwood was going to do to his sister's bodyguard when he found him. Calad had been gone for nearly four weeks, and Legolas had yet to leave Rivendell to start looking. All talk, no action. Erestor had complained to Lord Elrond more than once, but the Lord of Imladris only raised a questioning eyebrow. Erestor was about ready to take matters into his own hands. No Elven advisor should have to put up with a Prince who wouldn't leave him be. Legolas started talking about what he was going to do to Faelon again and Erestor put his foot down.
"Legolas son of Thranduil! Go outside and work in the garden before I kick your sorry tail out there myself! Find something to do, but keep that mouth of yours shut!" Erestor cried, stomping in the prince's direction.
Legolas backed up, surprised by the advisor's sudden outburst of anger. He'd underestimated the raven-haired Elf, thinking he was just a bookworm. Erestor's eyes flashed with annoyance now, no longer looking like aged silver coins, but like brilliant talents of mithril. Glorfindel came in and saw his friend Erestor chasing the prince of Mirkwood outside into the garden. Somehow, the obvious irritation of Erestor was ridiculously funny to Glorfindel. Glorfindel approched his friend after the latter had forcibly put Legolas outside.
"Come now, Erestor, what has he done to deserve your wrath?" Glorfindel asked, putting a friendly arm around the advisor.
"Glor, I can't stand him anymore. I talked to Lord Elrond about him but I think he's ignoring me." Erestor said, in a frustrated tone.
"Erestor, tell me, I'm your friend, I'll help you, what is your problem with prince Legolas?" Glorfindel asked sympathetically.
"He will not shut his mouth! He has not given me a moment's peace since his sister left!" Erestor exclaimed. "He constantly talks about what he's going to do to Faelon when he catches him, but have you seen him make any move to begin his journey? Honestly, Glorfindel, if he were not Thranduil's son I would have tied him to a horse's backside and..."
Here Glorfindel stopped Erestor's rant with a high silvery laugh. The golden haired Balrog Slayer was soon rolling on the floor with helpless laughter.
"Erestor my dear friend," Glorfindel gasped, "I have never seen you like this before, you never talk about embarassing the sons of Elven royalty!"
Erestor stared down at the Balrog Slayer who lay flat on his back, still laughing.
"I don't find it funny, Glorfindel the Balrog Slayer. He doesn't dare talk your ears off." Erestor said flatly.
Glorfindel looked up from the soft carpet.
"I don't know why. It's not as though I survived killing the Balrog. It's been a long time since then, why does everyone think I'm some incredable hero?" Glorfindel wondered out loud.
"Perhaps because you are." Erestor said ruefully. "Sometimes I wish I could walk in your boots for a day, just to see what it's like."
"Well, you could, but they'd fall off, your feet are smaller than mine." Glorfindel said.
"Now, you know that's not what I meant! I meant I wish sometimes that I were you." Erestor said, folding his arms over his chest.
Glorfindel sat up and cocked his head in his typical wait-a-minute- I'm-thinking pose, wrapping his arms around his legs.
"No Erestor. You don't wish you were me. You wish that you were shown more respect, and that others really cared enough to see past your shyness and strictness. You're a good Elf, Erestor, I think you're one of the greatest, but not all the great Elves are recognized in the writing of the history manuscripts. Don't let being unnoticed get you down, we all depend on you." Glorfindel said.
Erestor looked greatful for the encouragement.
"Let's go to Elrond now. You need a vacation, why don't we go hunting, just you and I? We haven't done that in a very long time." Glorfindel offered.
Erestor considered it for a moment, then nodded, a smile slowly spreading across his face. Glorfindel was a wonderful friend, he felt blessed to have him.
Lord Elrond gave Erestor and Glorfindel leave to go hunting, and they planned to set out the next morning at dawn. Erestor was digging his hunting clothes out of a trunk when he heard shouts in the courtyard. He looked out the window to see what the commotion was about. Elladan and Elrohir had returned from their two and a half week absence, with them many Rangers, Rinn, and Caladriel. Erestor was glad to see she was safe, but the slumped figure that she had her arms around worried him. He thought hard for a second, scanning the crowd as he did. It was Faelon, he didn't have to think very long to figure that out. Legolas ran up with a dagger in his hand, only to be thrown to the paving stones by Glorfindel. Erestor turned and hurried to the courtyard.
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Glorfindel held Legolas down, knowing the prince was set on getting rid of 'troublesome' Faelon.
"What kind of fool are you? Can't you see he's wounded? You are in the house of Elrond, in your own house you may deal with things as you will, but here you will abide by our rules. You will not lay a finger on Faelon, do you understand?" Glorfindel said quietly, his soft voice menacing.
Somehow, being threatened by an Elf who had actually slain one of the most fearsome creatures in all of Middle Earth actually had an effect on Legolas, and he took Glorfindel quite seriously.
When Glorfindel let him up he bowed stiffly, then went right back to the garden that Erestor had banished him to earlier. Glorfindel held up his hands to Calad, offering to take Faelon. Calad gently transfered Faelon from Mithy's back to Glorfindel's arms, trying not to bump the bandaged part of his back. Glorfindel almost ran into Erestor with his arms full of the half Elf. Erestor stepped aside and ran ahead to make ready the guest room. Elrond heard Erestor fly up the steps and stuck his head out of the study to see what was going on. He saw Glorfindel with Faelon and hurried to grab the tray of herbs.
Then he followed Glorfindel up the steps, wondering what had happened to Faelon. Calad, having put her horse in the stable, raced into the house and followed Elrond, soon followed by the twins and Halbarad. Erestor had a fire going and candles lit for illumination when Glorfindel laid Faelon on the bed. Elladan and Elrohir were hurriedly telling their father what had transpired while Glorfindel and Erestor eased Faelon's tunic off of his body. Calad was silent, standing motionless in the corner. Glorfindel saw her out of the corner of his eye and wondered why she looked so guilty. He'd been able to catch most of the conversation, and if an Orc had shot Faelon, it was in no way Calad's fault. Faelon's fingers twitched as Elrond took the bandage off and examined the wound.
Elrond made note of Faelon's high fever and the sensetivity of his back around the wound. Poisoning was quite obviously involved, Faelon wouldn't even open his eyes. Elladan whispered in his father's ear, telling him that Faelon was not an Elf. Elrond looked surprised, and under the guise of looking at Faelon's face snuck a peek at his ears. They had been telling the truth, and Elrond was curious as to why it had never occured to him before. It didn't matter much, Halbarad said Faelon was a half-Elf, so most Elvish medicine applied. Calad was still left in the dark until Lord Elrond, having not noticed her presence, pulled Faelon's hair back and out of the way, tying it into a ponytail. Calad's hand flew to her mouth as she saw his ears. Halbarad saw her reaction.
"Calad, Faelon is not a mortal, he just takes more after his mother's side of the family. He's half Elf. I never met his parents, but his geneology has been passed down for several generations now, they didn't want any of the Rangers to be afraid of him or surprised by his easy attitude toward visiting them." Halbarad said. "We though for sure you Elves knew he was only a half Elf. His father was from Mirkwood, and that's why he lived there so long."
"Is that why Legolas hates him?" Calad asked.
"I didn't know anyone hated him until you two joined our camp." Halbarad said. "Much less why anyone would hate him."
On the other side of the room, Glorfindel looked at Erestor.
"I take it this puts our hunting trip on hold." Glorfindel said quietly.
"Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss the showdown between Calad and Legolas for any old deer." Erestor said.
"Neither would I." Glorfindel said. "Think she'll throw knives?"
Erestor frowned.
"Perhaps. If she does and doesn't miss, Legolas and Faelon will have plenty of time to get to know each other." Erestor said.
Glorfindel smothered a laugh.
"You have a wonderful way of putting so delicate a subject, Erestor." Glorfindel teased.
"I learned it from you." Erestor said. "You're a bad influence."
"Say, what are we going to do with Legolas so he can't harm Faelon?" Glorfindel mused.
Erestor grinned wickedly.
"Leave that one to me. I think I remember there being a certain 'tea' that he likes very much." Erestor said.
"You wouldn't!" Glorfindel said, as realization hit him.
"Oh, but I would. We'd finally be even and he wouldn't be able to talk for a while." Erestor said happilly, cheerfully mixing a brew.
Glorfindel watched as the vengeful advisor prepared to drug the foolish prince. This was going to be interesting.