How They Met
Disclaimer: I own nothing people. If I did own LOTR I'd be rich, live in a mansion. Yet I do not live in a mansion therefore I own nothing.
Summary: AU. We all know that Glorfindel lived in Imladris. We all know he was a teacher to Elrohir and Elladan. But do we know how they met? Hehe Valar help Imladris.
AN: The Twins look about thirteen, seeing as how they are older than Arwen. Made this fic AU so if I screw up on things such as dates and all that...you can't kill me too badly. I chose the age of thirteen because back in medieval times children (boys mostly) started attending school at thirteen. The Twins look thirteen, think like they are thirteen, but as we know with elves are much, much older than thirteen.
Chapter one: Wait don't go!
Erestor walked down the halls of Imladris, whistling a content little tune. Orc's had kept far away and no attacks had been made on traveler's to or from the valley. Everything seemed to be at a state of piece and Lord Elrond couldn't be any happier.
Peace and quiet where all that met the Elf's ears when he past by the library in the south wing, the library that acted at the school for the future lords of Imladris.
'Odd.' Erestor thought. ' It's usually never quiet.'
Usually Nárlhach, their teacher, would be screaming out orders, trying to keep Elladan awake, crumbling under Elrohir and his curiosity. There was only silence. Not the banging of erasers, the whining of Elflings, banging of rulers on the desk; just dead, eerie silence.
His footfall's faltered and he turned around back to the library. He opened the door to find the room totally empty, and sparkling clean. Now this was a very odd thing indeed. Usually it would be a mess, covered in maps Elrohir wanted explained to him, or the work Elladan was trying to make up.
A tap on the shoulder made Erestor turn around to see one of the maids, a grim look on her face.
"Master Nárlhach wishes to see you. His is in your office chambers my lord. " She said with her musical voice, then bowed and turned down the hall.
Erestor was now good and puzzled. Why was Nárlhach in his office chambers? True being advisor to Elrond, one of Erestor's jobs was to select a teacher for the twins. Teachers only entered his office after being hired because they-
"Oh no!" Erestor said, and then rushed quickly through the maze of the halls to his office chambers.
He stopped right outside his door, just before he turned the handle he heard the disapproving tongue click of the maid scrubbing the floor opposite his chambers.
Erestor raised one dark elegant eyebrow as if to ask ' what?'
"Your appearance." She mouthed. "You hair is tousled and you clothes need to be smoothed, to get rid of the look that you ran here as if Sauron where chasing you."
Erestor smiled and nodded his thanks. Then he smoothed down his dark hair, making sure his braids where in place, and smoothed down his shirt. Putting his hands on his hips in mock annoyance he turned to the maid for an appraisal.
She smiled, and then nodded her approval and Erestor turned the knob and walked into his chambers.
In the chair in front of his desk he expected to see Nárlhach, but instead he saw a bald elf, with what seemed to be annoying red sting bites all over the back of his head. Only when he turned around in his chair did Erestor realize that it WAS Nárlhach.
Nárlhach narrowed his grey eyes at the gaping Erestor. " I know my appearance may be shocking.but I do have something of importance to say."
Erestor quickly stopped his gaping and assumed the composure require of an advisor to Elrond. "Is that so Master Nárlhach? Well then please stay and speak with me." But his eyes still stared at the baldness and bites that covered Nárlhach.
"As you know I was the boy's teacher-"
'WAS?!?' Erestor's eyes widened.
"And as that I did some research on them. I knew the boy's would be a hand full and that they where famous for the pranks played on teachers IN the classroom. Yet I had never heard of any pranks being played outside the classroom."
'Neither have I.' Erestor thought, feeling a knot in his stomach.
"That is until today. It seems that Master's Elladan and Elrohir did not like the fact that they where punished for sleeping in class and being late to it. When I wolke up this morning I was covered in honey, and missing all of my hair. When I sat up, it seems that the boy's had tied a wasps nest on a string and hung it from the canopy of my bed. When my head came up it hit the nest, aggravating the wasps. I assume you can guess the rest from there."
Erestor groaned and put his head in his hands. His heart at that moment going out to Nárlhach. But then he remembered something Nárlhach had said.
"As you know I was the boy's teacher-"
"Was their teacher?" Erestor said, both knowing and dreading the answer.
"Yes. I have resigned. The papers are on you desk. As are the papers saying I am leaving Imladris for the time being. I need a holiday, a long one.. somewhere far, far away from those-those orcs who masquerade as the children of Elven nobility! I hear Lorien is nice this time of year."
"Nárlhach wait maybe-"
"No. Forgive me Lord Erestor but no. I have been humiliated for the final time. I gave it my all, I really did. Namarie hîr nin (Goodbye my lord). Please forward my apologies and good-bye to Lord Elrond. May the Valar help you all." He said and all but ran out of the room as quick as lightening, nearly tripping over the poor maid, still scrubbing floors. She looked at the fleeing teacher in confusion then at Erestor.
"You may have the rest of the day off." Erestor told her rubbing his temples. She smiled, picked up her things, curtsied and ran off. Then Erestor re-entered his office slamming the door shut.
"How am I going to tell this to Lord Elrond?" He thought as he opened a bottle of wine, a gift from Mirkwood. It was sent by the Lady of Mirkwood as an apology of her Husband, King Thranduil's cheep and stubborn behavior when it came to sending Elrond a birthday present. She had sent so much, and such good vintage, that Elrond happily passed out bottle to his advisor and members of the staff; laughing at the look Thranduil would have once he noticed his wine cellar a little empty.
Pouring the wine into a silver goblet Erestor began to ponder the several way he was going to tell Elrond of the new development and that a new teacher was need.
End of Chapter one
Please review. This is my first time writing and LOTR fan fic, so my Elvish will get better I promise.
Disclaimer: I own nothing people. If I did own LOTR I'd be rich, live in a mansion. Yet I do not live in a mansion therefore I own nothing.
Summary: AU. We all know that Glorfindel lived in Imladris. We all know he was a teacher to Elrohir and Elladan. But do we know how they met? Hehe Valar help Imladris.
AN: The Twins look about thirteen, seeing as how they are older than Arwen. Made this fic AU so if I screw up on things such as dates and all that...you can't kill me too badly. I chose the age of thirteen because back in medieval times children (boys mostly) started attending school at thirteen. The Twins look thirteen, think like they are thirteen, but as we know with elves are much, much older than thirteen.
Chapter one: Wait don't go!
Erestor walked down the halls of Imladris, whistling a content little tune. Orc's had kept far away and no attacks had been made on traveler's to or from the valley. Everything seemed to be at a state of piece and Lord Elrond couldn't be any happier.
Peace and quiet where all that met the Elf's ears when he past by the library in the south wing, the library that acted at the school for the future lords of Imladris.
'Odd.' Erestor thought. ' It's usually never quiet.'
Usually Nárlhach, their teacher, would be screaming out orders, trying to keep Elladan awake, crumbling under Elrohir and his curiosity. There was only silence. Not the banging of erasers, the whining of Elflings, banging of rulers on the desk; just dead, eerie silence.
His footfall's faltered and he turned around back to the library. He opened the door to find the room totally empty, and sparkling clean. Now this was a very odd thing indeed. Usually it would be a mess, covered in maps Elrohir wanted explained to him, or the work Elladan was trying to make up.
A tap on the shoulder made Erestor turn around to see one of the maids, a grim look on her face.
"Master Nárlhach wishes to see you. His is in your office chambers my lord. " She said with her musical voice, then bowed and turned down the hall.
Erestor was now good and puzzled. Why was Nárlhach in his office chambers? True being advisor to Elrond, one of Erestor's jobs was to select a teacher for the twins. Teachers only entered his office after being hired because they-
"Oh no!" Erestor said, and then rushed quickly through the maze of the halls to his office chambers.
He stopped right outside his door, just before he turned the handle he heard the disapproving tongue click of the maid scrubbing the floor opposite his chambers.
Erestor raised one dark elegant eyebrow as if to ask ' what?'
"Your appearance." She mouthed. "You hair is tousled and you clothes need to be smoothed, to get rid of the look that you ran here as if Sauron where chasing you."
Erestor smiled and nodded his thanks. Then he smoothed down his dark hair, making sure his braids where in place, and smoothed down his shirt. Putting his hands on his hips in mock annoyance he turned to the maid for an appraisal.
She smiled, and then nodded her approval and Erestor turned the knob and walked into his chambers.
In the chair in front of his desk he expected to see Nárlhach, but instead he saw a bald elf, with what seemed to be annoying red sting bites all over the back of his head. Only when he turned around in his chair did Erestor realize that it WAS Nárlhach.
Nárlhach narrowed his grey eyes at the gaping Erestor. " I know my appearance may be shocking.but I do have something of importance to say."
Erestor quickly stopped his gaping and assumed the composure require of an advisor to Elrond. "Is that so Master Nárlhach? Well then please stay and speak with me." But his eyes still stared at the baldness and bites that covered Nárlhach.
"As you know I was the boy's teacher-"
'WAS?!?' Erestor's eyes widened.
"And as that I did some research on them. I knew the boy's would be a hand full and that they where famous for the pranks played on teachers IN the classroom. Yet I had never heard of any pranks being played outside the classroom."
'Neither have I.' Erestor thought, feeling a knot in his stomach.
"That is until today. It seems that Master's Elladan and Elrohir did not like the fact that they where punished for sleeping in class and being late to it. When I wolke up this morning I was covered in honey, and missing all of my hair. When I sat up, it seems that the boy's had tied a wasps nest on a string and hung it from the canopy of my bed. When my head came up it hit the nest, aggravating the wasps. I assume you can guess the rest from there."
Erestor groaned and put his head in his hands. His heart at that moment going out to Nárlhach. But then he remembered something Nárlhach had said.
"As you know I was the boy's teacher-"
"Was their teacher?" Erestor said, both knowing and dreading the answer.
"Yes. I have resigned. The papers are on you desk. As are the papers saying I am leaving Imladris for the time being. I need a holiday, a long one.. somewhere far, far away from those-those orcs who masquerade as the children of Elven nobility! I hear Lorien is nice this time of year."
"Nárlhach wait maybe-"
"No. Forgive me Lord Erestor but no. I have been humiliated for the final time. I gave it my all, I really did. Namarie hîr nin (Goodbye my lord). Please forward my apologies and good-bye to Lord Elrond. May the Valar help you all." He said and all but ran out of the room as quick as lightening, nearly tripping over the poor maid, still scrubbing floors. She looked at the fleeing teacher in confusion then at Erestor.
"You may have the rest of the day off." Erestor told her rubbing his temples. She smiled, picked up her things, curtsied and ran off. Then Erestor re-entered his office slamming the door shut.
"How am I going to tell this to Lord Elrond?" He thought as he opened a bottle of wine, a gift from Mirkwood. It was sent by the Lady of Mirkwood as an apology of her Husband, King Thranduil's cheep and stubborn behavior when it came to sending Elrond a birthday present. She had sent so much, and such good vintage, that Elrond happily passed out bottle to his advisor and members of the staff; laughing at the look Thranduil would have once he noticed his wine cellar a little empty.
Pouring the wine into a silver goblet Erestor began to ponder the several way he was going to tell Elrond of the new development and that a new teacher was need.
End of Chapter one
Please review. This is my first time writing and LOTR fan fic, so my Elvish will get better I promise.