dis: see chap 1.
a/n: I felt inspired...ok, ok, I had some free time, *looks at pile of work to do* I, er, blast it, I like the reviews, fine?
Lily Anguirel - Thanks :) And why Glorfindel and Erestor? They're my current obsessions, I seem to go in a rota, one week Haldir, one week Celeborn, one week Thranduil (ok, the Thranduil one lasted well past a week) Rúmil was a long obsession as well. But they all come back eventually. At the moment I'm obsessed with Haldir and the Rangers of Ithilien. Everyone seems to get their turn, except for Arwen, oh and maybe Frodo and Sam, oh and don't forget Feanor, and, oh hell.
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UnDeadGoat: Glad you like, and I figure they might have known, but I suppose once you meet your gods, it might be hard to talk to statues...well, in their opinion, no? But ah well, s'all good. And here you have another form of torture...
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A week later we were back in England, and unfortunately on our way to visit my grandparents. Oh, it wasn't the visit I minded, I was rather font of my grandparents, it was the fact we were to be travelling up with my uncle. Not that I didn't like him, it was more he took my seat in the front of the car and for some reason unbeknown to me the back windows had child thingies on them. 'Child thingies'? I can hear you saying, yeah, you know the ones, where the windows only open half of the way to stop little children jumping out. Ok, maybe they're not really for children, maybe dogs? Who knows, the point was, they were on and I was in the back - for a 6 hour drive.
The day didn't start out well, I knew what I was in for, Glorfindel and Erestor didn't. Five am, rise and shine. Glorfindel seemed happy at the prospect of getting up at 'the crack of dawn', that was until he found out how my body reacted to getting up at ridiculous hours. Not all of us can have perfect elven bodies that love all these things, can we? So yawning and stretching I was bunged into the car.
"I did not know you had any family living close to you." Glorfindel commented.
"Oh, I have quite a bit of family close to me, I just don't visit." I answered.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Because."
Glorfindel seemed to have learnt that that was a reason enough, especially with me. Erestor seemed to have something to say anyway.
"Why is your ankle not better now?" I was off the crutches but I was still hobbling along. "Are you sure it is not broken?"
"Yes I'm sure, you saw the x-rays," That had indeed been a funny sight for the two elves, Glorfindel screeching in my head 'that's you...me...us! look!'. "And it's taking so long because I'm human. You're telling me you would have been up and about running and all by now?"
"Yes," Erestor replied, "This would only have hampered an elf for perhaps two or three days and that's long enough. Glorfindel you be careful with your ideas from now on, I'd hate to think how long it'd take for a /broken/ bone to heal."
I thought for a moment, hearing Glorfindel's sad, 'oh'. "When I fractured my wrist it took three weeks to heal properly and was a bit fragile after that."
Erestor having assumed that a 'fracture' was a type of break simply sighed, I almost wished I could hear his thoughts just to know if he was really thinking about ways to stop Glorfindel doing 'dangerous' things. I almost thought I heard Erestor say 'I bet you wish you could read /my/ thoughts' but dismissed it. It didn't work like that, they could read, at will, any of mine but I could read none of theirs. Shame that. Curiosity got the best of me and I was about to ask if he had infact said anything when Glorfindel spoke up.
"What's a fracture?"
Half an hour later and my last taste of freedom in the front (as well as a lesson on shielding my thoughts from them) and we arrived at my uncles. Ah, I thought, suddenly thinking that it could indeed be a lot worse, my six year old cousin and aunt could want to come along. Phew. Mum went in to get my uncles and walked out with a beaming six year old. Oh dear lord no.
Glorfindel immediately perked up while Erestor joined me in the corner of my mind I had retreated to the second they got into the car. The girl blinked and looked at me and asked, 'who are you.'
Glorfindel seemed perplexed, how could a family member that lived this close not know who I was, 'what?' I asked mentally, quite defensively, 'I don't visit them much.'
My aunt introduced me as 'Sarah' note that, said wrong, bloody family. My uncle and mother in the front, my dog by my feet and my aunt and cousin crammed into the back with me. This was going to be a very long six hours. Hang on...I've got an idea...
'Glorfindel?' I asked, having been able to partially shield this thought from him, or at least I guessed so as he was quite surprised when he heard my request. 'How would you like to spend a day in control?' He perked up and a few minutes later the switch was made.
Glorfindel, as me, beamed down at the little child and asked, "What did you say your name was again, pen-neth?"
My eyes would have grown wide if they could have, mentally I berated myself for a not-so-well thought out plan. Glorfindel wasn't ready to play me to my family.
"What did you call me?" My cousin asked.
"It means little-one in Elvish." At this point I started screaming at Glorfindel, realising his error he quieted me and said quickly, "Swedish really is a wonderful language." Her eyes immediately brightened and asked to be taught more words. Oh god no.
'Don't worry,' Erestor said to be, rather soothingly, far too soothingly that Erestor's voice sounded when I was in control, 'she is young, they will not believe her and I doubt she will remember them any way.'
A cramped six hours later (I swear this journey never used to take that long...) and the child was actually looking up to me as some sort of...respected and trusted individual. Bah, children really weren't my thing. 'They should be,' Glorfindel told me, 'my mortal standards in a few years you could have children...'
I should have fainted, 'Why do you say these things? You know they're hurtful.' Erestor laughed, and I felt my face scowl.
'Children are nice and you know it Erestor! Remember the twins! Remember Arwen! Remember Earendil...perhaps you won't be able to remember Earendil, but still. Elladan's constant scrapes and Elrohir's little grubby hands, grabbing at your formal robes. Tell me you do not miss those days.'
Erestor sighed, 'If I miss them it is no concern of yours, those days are long gone and yes I do mourn them, Elladan and Elrohir are grown and probably have many children of their own we know nothing of knowing those two... Earendil is sailing and Arwen is dead! Now, the child is looking at us strangely, do something.'
Glorfindel did indeed do something, he took the child by the hand and led her into my grandparents house. I asked Erestor, 'what do you mean by 'have many children of their own we know nothing of knowing those two'?'
I felt Erestor's surprise, 'I did not say that, I thought that.'
'Oh,' I said, 'Oh!' I said again and then realising this probably wasn't a good thing, 'Oh.'
'Let us not worry about this now, there are old people embracing us.' I retreated from the area myself and Erestor had escaped to, it had been where Glorfindel and Erestor had been hiding for those two months, very dull, sensory wise, homely.
"Grandmother! Grandfather!" Glorfindel said as he embraced them both, kissing my Nan on the cheek and grasping my granddad's hand in a rather manly fashion. I groaned.
'No, Glorfindel,' I told him, 'You hug and kiss them both and call them 'Nan and granddad. You are a young mortal female, not a male elven warrior.'
'Oops.' I heard, 'Ah well, no harm done, now what else must I do?'
'Take my bag, take your shoes off and put the bag in the room that looks like it might be mine.' I grinned inwardly. Glorfindel did what I said and looked at all three rooms, close together, one room with a double bed, one with two singles - done in cream lace, rather richly done, and lastly a small room with a view of dark trees and games and puzzles and packs of cards all over the room - with one single bed.
Glorfindel dumped the bag, (and the laptop's carry case) and went back to collect my cousin from the kitchen. The area around my grandparent's house is rather nice, bit of forest here, bit of farm land there, country side enough for the likes of a city person. 'What do we do now?' I was asked as we pulled my cousin into the living room.
'Oh I don't know,' I replied, 'see if she plays any games.' And she did, snap. Oh, and Draughts. Unfortunately for me, she seemed to play more games than Glorfindel did, well, human games that is.
As we couldn't swap roles as Glorfindel insisted that I 'wasn't relaxed enough' so I was stuck spending three dull hours telling Glorfindel how to play cards with my cousin. And Draughts, don't forget Draughts.
Glorfindel was having fun, Erestor was skulking in some corner of this mind and my cousin wanted to play Chess. 'She's too young.' I told Glorfindel.
"You're too young." He told her.
"Why?" She asked.
'Why?' He asked.
'Because it's got too many pieces for her to remember, it'd take too long and it's a game of strategy, think tactics, etc. No.' I told him.
Glorfindel took a moment to cushion it and then said, 'There is not enough time before dinner, perhaps we should play another game of Strip Jack Naked?' She bounced up and down, the previous game forgotten.
More time passed, more games were played, then I tried to teacher her Rummy. Not so successfully. My Nan, hearing the conversations going on in the front room about Rummy and called out. "Remember she's only six years old!" And then she went back to dinner.
Dinner, ah dinner, what beats a Roast Dinner at your grandparents house? Or more importantly, what could demean a Roast at Nan's? Oh, I know! Having to sit in another room with your baby cousin because there's 'not enough room at the adult table and she can't eat alone.' Hello! 16 here! Eugh.
Glorfindel took delight in it and I had to worry about Erestor, he hadn't said a word in hours, ah well, probably best he'd just complain.
They left, yay, they picked up the car and drove back to London that evening. My uncle had work the next day, but it was still the summer for me.
Slowly things calmed down, I sat to watch telly and rested happily - until I fell off the chair. Glorfindel had done it, we'd switched back, but he hadn't told me, oh no, he'd just done it and I hadn't been prepared. I was perched on the chair moments before, and now I wasn't. Drat.
My mum, Nan and granddad looked at me, "Sorry" I muttered, "I think I'll got to be now." Cue hasty exit.
I went to my room, pulled off my clothes, put on my night clothes and snuggled into the bed. Oh, cold. I thought I heard Erestor mumble, "Stupid human body," but I dismissed it.
I lay there for a while, still awake, thinking, 'I'm sure there's something I'm forgetting, and Erestor, what's wrong?'
Erestor didn't answer, so I asked Glorfindel, "What's wrong with Erestor?"
"Oh, he's convinced you can read his thoughts and doesn't want you to so he's trying to block his mind, but he's just being anti-social."
"Right, what's wrong with me reading his mind? You've both been into mine far too many time, far more then I'd like, by the way. Share and share alike."
Erestor came back quickly and said, "Things I don't want you to see, but now I know you might be able to read them I'll try not to think about them, but then you'll hear them because I'll end up thinking about them." Ah, he was worried he'll do what I did. I wonder if his thoughts were sexual fantasies, just when I decided I'd rather not know, I got a glimpse of what Erestor was trying not to think about.
Let's just say it was graphic and a memory, not a fantasy, and it involved leather, Erestor and twins...twins...TWINS?! Glorfindel seemed to catch glimpses of the memory as well.
'Erestor I had no idea!' Glorfindel laughed, 'Well, that explains a lot...' We were all in heaps of laughter.
After we had all quieted down, I suddenly remembered what I forgot.
"Oh, I'm scared of this room, I'm convinced there's a ghost outside of the window." I could almost picture Glorfindel and Erestor looking at each other with dubious expressions. "What? I was little and the curtains don't close, look." I motioned towards the window that looked out into some dark forest, which did, indeed, have no curtains.
"Maybe I just have a overactive imagination," I said as I pulled the covers about me. Seconds later I was on my way to my mums bed, it didn't hurt that I was 16, she was in a double bed, it didn't matter...
Hey! Glorfindel and Erestor were laughing at me, well, of all the things...
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a/n: I felt inspired...ok, ok, I had some free time, *looks at pile of work to do* I, er, blast it, I like the reviews, fine?
Lily Anguirel - Thanks :) And why Glorfindel and Erestor? They're my current obsessions, I seem to go in a rota, one week Haldir, one week Celeborn, one week Thranduil (ok, the Thranduil one lasted well past a week) Rúmil was a long obsession as well. But they all come back eventually. At the moment I'm obsessed with Haldir and the Rangers of Ithilien. Everyone seems to get their turn, except for Arwen, oh and maybe Frodo and Sam, oh and don't forget Feanor, and, oh hell.
Clarenova: :D (new smiley!)
UnDeadGoat: Glad you like, and I figure they might have known, but I suppose once you meet your gods, it might be hard to talk to statues...well, in their opinion, no? But ah well, s'all good. And here you have another form of torture...
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A week later we were back in England, and unfortunately on our way to visit my grandparents. Oh, it wasn't the visit I minded, I was rather font of my grandparents, it was the fact we were to be travelling up with my uncle. Not that I didn't like him, it was more he took my seat in the front of the car and for some reason unbeknown to me the back windows had child thingies on them. 'Child thingies'? I can hear you saying, yeah, you know the ones, where the windows only open half of the way to stop little children jumping out. Ok, maybe they're not really for children, maybe dogs? Who knows, the point was, they were on and I was in the back - for a 6 hour drive.
The day didn't start out well, I knew what I was in for, Glorfindel and Erestor didn't. Five am, rise and shine. Glorfindel seemed happy at the prospect of getting up at 'the crack of dawn', that was until he found out how my body reacted to getting up at ridiculous hours. Not all of us can have perfect elven bodies that love all these things, can we? So yawning and stretching I was bunged into the car.
"I did not know you had any family living close to you." Glorfindel commented.
"Oh, I have quite a bit of family close to me, I just don't visit." I answered.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Because."
Glorfindel seemed to have learnt that that was a reason enough, especially with me. Erestor seemed to have something to say anyway.
"Why is your ankle not better now?" I was off the crutches but I was still hobbling along. "Are you sure it is not broken?"
"Yes I'm sure, you saw the x-rays," That had indeed been a funny sight for the two elves, Glorfindel screeching in my head 'that's you...me...us! look!'. "And it's taking so long because I'm human. You're telling me you would have been up and about running and all by now?"
"Yes," Erestor replied, "This would only have hampered an elf for perhaps two or three days and that's long enough. Glorfindel you be careful with your ideas from now on, I'd hate to think how long it'd take for a /broken/ bone to heal."
I thought for a moment, hearing Glorfindel's sad, 'oh'. "When I fractured my wrist it took three weeks to heal properly and was a bit fragile after that."
Erestor having assumed that a 'fracture' was a type of break simply sighed, I almost wished I could hear his thoughts just to know if he was really thinking about ways to stop Glorfindel doing 'dangerous' things. I almost thought I heard Erestor say 'I bet you wish you could read /my/ thoughts' but dismissed it. It didn't work like that, they could read, at will, any of mine but I could read none of theirs. Shame that. Curiosity got the best of me and I was about to ask if he had infact said anything when Glorfindel spoke up.
"What's a fracture?"
Half an hour later and my last taste of freedom in the front (as well as a lesson on shielding my thoughts from them) and we arrived at my uncles. Ah, I thought, suddenly thinking that it could indeed be a lot worse, my six year old cousin and aunt could want to come along. Phew. Mum went in to get my uncles and walked out with a beaming six year old. Oh dear lord no.
Glorfindel immediately perked up while Erestor joined me in the corner of my mind I had retreated to the second they got into the car. The girl blinked and looked at me and asked, 'who are you.'
Glorfindel seemed perplexed, how could a family member that lived this close not know who I was, 'what?' I asked mentally, quite defensively, 'I don't visit them much.'
My aunt introduced me as 'Sarah' note that, said wrong, bloody family. My uncle and mother in the front, my dog by my feet and my aunt and cousin crammed into the back with me. This was going to be a very long six hours. Hang on...I've got an idea...
'Glorfindel?' I asked, having been able to partially shield this thought from him, or at least I guessed so as he was quite surprised when he heard my request. 'How would you like to spend a day in control?' He perked up and a few minutes later the switch was made.
Glorfindel, as me, beamed down at the little child and asked, "What did you say your name was again, pen-neth?"
My eyes would have grown wide if they could have, mentally I berated myself for a not-so-well thought out plan. Glorfindel wasn't ready to play me to my family.
"What did you call me?" My cousin asked.
"It means little-one in Elvish." At this point I started screaming at Glorfindel, realising his error he quieted me and said quickly, "Swedish really is a wonderful language." Her eyes immediately brightened and asked to be taught more words. Oh god no.
'Don't worry,' Erestor said to be, rather soothingly, far too soothingly that Erestor's voice sounded when I was in control, 'she is young, they will not believe her and I doubt she will remember them any way.'
A cramped six hours later (I swear this journey never used to take that long...) and the child was actually looking up to me as some sort of...respected and trusted individual. Bah, children really weren't my thing. 'They should be,' Glorfindel told me, 'my mortal standards in a few years you could have children...'
I should have fainted, 'Why do you say these things? You know they're hurtful.' Erestor laughed, and I felt my face scowl.
'Children are nice and you know it Erestor! Remember the twins! Remember Arwen! Remember Earendil...perhaps you won't be able to remember Earendil, but still. Elladan's constant scrapes and Elrohir's little grubby hands, grabbing at your formal robes. Tell me you do not miss those days.'
Erestor sighed, 'If I miss them it is no concern of yours, those days are long gone and yes I do mourn them, Elladan and Elrohir are grown and probably have many children of their own we know nothing of knowing those two... Earendil is sailing and Arwen is dead! Now, the child is looking at us strangely, do something.'
Glorfindel did indeed do something, he took the child by the hand and led her into my grandparents house. I asked Erestor, 'what do you mean by 'have many children of their own we know nothing of knowing those two'?'
I felt Erestor's surprise, 'I did not say that, I thought that.'
'Oh,' I said, 'Oh!' I said again and then realising this probably wasn't a good thing, 'Oh.'
'Let us not worry about this now, there are old people embracing us.' I retreated from the area myself and Erestor had escaped to, it had been where Glorfindel and Erestor had been hiding for those two months, very dull, sensory wise, homely.
"Grandmother! Grandfather!" Glorfindel said as he embraced them both, kissing my Nan on the cheek and grasping my granddad's hand in a rather manly fashion. I groaned.
'No, Glorfindel,' I told him, 'You hug and kiss them both and call them 'Nan and granddad. You are a young mortal female, not a male elven warrior.'
'Oops.' I heard, 'Ah well, no harm done, now what else must I do?'
'Take my bag, take your shoes off and put the bag in the room that looks like it might be mine.' I grinned inwardly. Glorfindel did what I said and looked at all three rooms, close together, one room with a double bed, one with two singles - done in cream lace, rather richly done, and lastly a small room with a view of dark trees and games and puzzles and packs of cards all over the room - with one single bed.
Glorfindel dumped the bag, (and the laptop's carry case) and went back to collect my cousin from the kitchen. The area around my grandparent's house is rather nice, bit of forest here, bit of farm land there, country side enough for the likes of a city person. 'What do we do now?' I was asked as we pulled my cousin into the living room.
'Oh I don't know,' I replied, 'see if she plays any games.' And she did, snap. Oh, and Draughts. Unfortunately for me, she seemed to play more games than Glorfindel did, well, human games that is.
As we couldn't swap roles as Glorfindel insisted that I 'wasn't relaxed enough' so I was stuck spending three dull hours telling Glorfindel how to play cards with my cousin. And Draughts, don't forget Draughts.
Glorfindel was having fun, Erestor was skulking in some corner of this mind and my cousin wanted to play Chess. 'She's too young.' I told Glorfindel.
"You're too young." He told her.
"Why?" She asked.
'Why?' He asked.
'Because it's got too many pieces for her to remember, it'd take too long and it's a game of strategy, think tactics, etc. No.' I told him.
Glorfindel took a moment to cushion it and then said, 'There is not enough time before dinner, perhaps we should play another game of Strip Jack Naked?' She bounced up and down, the previous game forgotten.
More time passed, more games were played, then I tried to teacher her Rummy. Not so successfully. My Nan, hearing the conversations going on in the front room about Rummy and called out. "Remember she's only six years old!" And then she went back to dinner.
Dinner, ah dinner, what beats a Roast Dinner at your grandparents house? Or more importantly, what could demean a Roast at Nan's? Oh, I know! Having to sit in another room with your baby cousin because there's 'not enough room at the adult table and she can't eat alone.' Hello! 16 here! Eugh.
Glorfindel took delight in it and I had to worry about Erestor, he hadn't said a word in hours, ah well, probably best he'd just complain.
They left, yay, they picked up the car and drove back to London that evening. My uncle had work the next day, but it was still the summer for me.
Slowly things calmed down, I sat to watch telly and rested happily - until I fell off the chair. Glorfindel had done it, we'd switched back, but he hadn't told me, oh no, he'd just done it and I hadn't been prepared. I was perched on the chair moments before, and now I wasn't. Drat.
My mum, Nan and granddad looked at me, "Sorry" I muttered, "I think I'll got to be now." Cue hasty exit.
I went to my room, pulled off my clothes, put on my night clothes and snuggled into the bed. Oh, cold. I thought I heard Erestor mumble, "Stupid human body," but I dismissed it.
I lay there for a while, still awake, thinking, 'I'm sure there's something I'm forgetting, and Erestor, what's wrong?'
Erestor didn't answer, so I asked Glorfindel, "What's wrong with Erestor?"
"Oh, he's convinced you can read his thoughts and doesn't want you to so he's trying to block his mind, but he's just being anti-social."
"Right, what's wrong with me reading his mind? You've both been into mine far too many time, far more then I'd like, by the way. Share and share alike."
Erestor came back quickly and said, "Things I don't want you to see, but now I know you might be able to read them I'll try not to think about them, but then you'll hear them because I'll end up thinking about them." Ah, he was worried he'll do what I did. I wonder if his thoughts were sexual fantasies, just when I decided I'd rather not know, I got a glimpse of what Erestor was trying not to think about.
Let's just say it was graphic and a memory, not a fantasy, and it involved leather, Erestor and twins...twins...TWINS?! Glorfindel seemed to catch glimpses of the memory as well.
'Erestor I had no idea!' Glorfindel laughed, 'Well, that explains a lot...' We were all in heaps of laughter.
After we had all quieted down, I suddenly remembered what I forgot.
"Oh, I'm scared of this room, I'm convinced there's a ghost outside of the window." I could almost picture Glorfindel and Erestor looking at each other with dubious expressions. "What? I was little and the curtains don't close, look." I motioned towards the window that looked out into some dark forest, which did, indeed, have no curtains.
"Maybe I just have a overactive imagination," I said as I pulled the covers about me. Seconds later I was on my way to my mums bed, it didn't hurt that I was 16, she was in a double bed, it didn't matter...
Hey! Glorfindel and Erestor were laughing at me, well, of all the things...
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