How They Met
AN: I never tire of seeing reviews! Ah.. yes 'the chair'...poor Elrond. I'll make it up to him. He can come with me to an anime convention some day.
Elrond:.......I think not.
AN: The song in this chapter is from the 1st book seeing as how I'm too chicken to write one myself.
Chapter 9: It's Not Polite to Scratch in Public.
Nimorn watched nervously, his eye going from the concert singers to Lord Elrond. The Elven lord seemed fine, but Nimorn would notice that every once in a while he'd shift, just barely, in his chair. As the show went on though the shifting would increase, as though he had an itch that he couldn't scratch. He just shook his head, Elrohir never really did tell him what was done to that chair. Only that it was something bad.
Erestor tried not to stare but his lord's movements where distracting him from the singers. No one else in the room seemed to notice, all of them listening intently to the singers pleasant voices. Well all except Glorfindel. He stared at Elrond as if the elf was going insane with all that squirming in his chair.
Erestor sank in his chair; this was not a good way to behave in front of a guest. Elrond was doing the exact same thing Elladan and Elrohir used to do when they where infants. Trying his best not to stare Erestor just listened to the singers as they reached the end of their song.
"A Elbereth Gilthioniel, silivren penna miriel, o memel aglar elenath! Na- chaered palan-diriel o glaladhremmin ennorath, Fanuilos, le linnanthon, ne aear, si nef aearon!" As the song ended all you could hear where applause and the frustrated growl of a elf lord as he jumped up and began to scratch.
The whole crowd stared in complete shock as their lord began to scratch his legs, arms, and even back side so hard that they where sure he was going to bruise his skin.
" HIR NIN!" Erestor shouted, " What are you doing?!?"
" It itches nin mellon. It itches to the point that it burns." Then he pulled back the sleeve of one robe to see a large red rash on his skin. And the rash appeared to be growing. "What manner of evil this is?!?"
Elladan covered his ears as his father's scream echoed through the room. Right when the room got deadly silent Elladan muttered under his breath," I told him this was a bad idea."
It was then that Glorfindel learned even though Elrond was Halfeven, that didn't affect his hearing one bit. Elrond very slowly turned his head to look at his son, just realizing that he'd been heard.
"What was that Elladan?" Elrond said, still scratching his arms to the point where they where bright red.
"N-nothing Ada."
"Elladan Elrondion you have till the count of five...."
"Serious it is-"
"One."
"Ada I swear-"
"Two."
"Well you see-"
"Three."
"Ada please this is embarrassing!"
At that Elrond raised an eyebrow as if to say,' so is scratching yourself to death in public.' "Four!"
Elrohir took a deep breath and stood up. "Ada! I did it!" his cheeks turning red with shame as very once was now staring at him.
Elrond turned as red as a tomato. "Why?"
"Because.. I." Elrohir said uncomfortable at all the people staring at him.
"You where asked a question Elrohir. I expect an answer."
" Because I thought that was going to be Lord Glorfindel's chair."
As Elrohir began to explain just why he did it, Erestor quietly dismissed everyone from the room except himself, the twins, the scratching Elrond and Glorfindel.
" I was jealous Ada. I was jealous because Mîrelena keep looking at Glorfindel and-"
"That is not a good excuse. Apologize to Glorfindel." Elrond said in a harsh tone. Erestor winced, he'd never seen Elrond this mad with one of his sons before and Elrohir looked close to tears.
"Just which vile did you use? Where did you get it? " Elrond asked, still scratching, still highly agitated.
" The red one. From your potions study."
Elrond's expression, if that was even possible, got angrier. He knew very well that was in the red vile cause a rash that would spread over the body that would itch like crazy and last about two days.
"Elrohir go to your room, and I suggest you take a good look at it because that, and your class room, is all you will be seeing for at least seven months." With that Elrond stormed out of the room, straight to his chambers to work on an antidote.
Glorfindel stared down at the now crying Elrohir, wanting to give the boy some comfort. When he tried Erestor just shook his head "Leave him be."
Glorfindel watched sadly as Elladan escorted his sobbing twin to his room. Then he turned to Erestor.
"Is Elrond always this way with them?"
"No. He never yells at them in public, he's never even made one of them cry." Erestor said looking around the empty room. "He is a good father to them, he has tried to get them out of this habit of pulling pranks.. I assume he is just tired of this kind of behavior from them."
" But the prank was not even meant for him. It was for me, he shouldn't be so upset."
"Can you honestly tell me you wouldn't have gotten mad if you had been the one scratching?"
"No. I would have gotten mad but I wouldn't have yelled at Elrohir in front of all of Imladris." Glorfindel said leaving the room. Erestor thought he was going to his chambers, but Glorfindel had a stop to make first.
Walking in without knocking Glorfindel entered Elrond's private chambers.
End of Chapter 9
AN: Uh oh.Glorfindel's a ticked off elf on a mission. Elrond is really a grouch in this chapter but hey if someone did that to you wouldn't you? I know this chapter wasn't very funny and the next one might not be either but don't worry the laughs will be plenty once the humans arrive for the trade fair.
AN: I never tire of seeing reviews! Ah.. yes 'the chair'...poor Elrond. I'll make it up to him. He can come with me to an anime convention some day.
Elrond:.......I think not.
AN: The song in this chapter is from the 1st book seeing as how I'm too chicken to write one myself.
Chapter 9: It's Not Polite to Scratch in Public.
Nimorn watched nervously, his eye going from the concert singers to Lord Elrond. The Elven lord seemed fine, but Nimorn would notice that every once in a while he'd shift, just barely, in his chair. As the show went on though the shifting would increase, as though he had an itch that he couldn't scratch. He just shook his head, Elrohir never really did tell him what was done to that chair. Only that it was something bad.
Erestor tried not to stare but his lord's movements where distracting him from the singers. No one else in the room seemed to notice, all of them listening intently to the singers pleasant voices. Well all except Glorfindel. He stared at Elrond as if the elf was going insane with all that squirming in his chair.
Erestor sank in his chair; this was not a good way to behave in front of a guest. Elrond was doing the exact same thing Elladan and Elrohir used to do when they where infants. Trying his best not to stare Erestor just listened to the singers as they reached the end of their song.
"A Elbereth Gilthioniel, silivren penna miriel, o memel aglar elenath! Na- chaered palan-diriel o glaladhremmin ennorath, Fanuilos, le linnanthon, ne aear, si nef aearon!" As the song ended all you could hear where applause and the frustrated growl of a elf lord as he jumped up and began to scratch.
The whole crowd stared in complete shock as their lord began to scratch his legs, arms, and even back side so hard that they where sure he was going to bruise his skin.
" HIR NIN!" Erestor shouted, " What are you doing?!?"
" It itches nin mellon. It itches to the point that it burns." Then he pulled back the sleeve of one robe to see a large red rash on his skin. And the rash appeared to be growing. "What manner of evil this is?!?"
Elladan covered his ears as his father's scream echoed through the room. Right when the room got deadly silent Elladan muttered under his breath," I told him this was a bad idea."
It was then that Glorfindel learned even though Elrond was Halfeven, that didn't affect his hearing one bit. Elrond very slowly turned his head to look at his son, just realizing that he'd been heard.
"What was that Elladan?" Elrond said, still scratching his arms to the point where they where bright red.
"N-nothing Ada."
"Elladan Elrondion you have till the count of five...."
"Serious it is-"
"One."
"Ada I swear-"
"Two."
"Well you see-"
"Three."
"Ada please this is embarrassing!"
At that Elrond raised an eyebrow as if to say,' so is scratching yourself to death in public.' "Four!"
Elrohir took a deep breath and stood up. "Ada! I did it!" his cheeks turning red with shame as very once was now staring at him.
Elrond turned as red as a tomato. "Why?"
"Because.. I." Elrohir said uncomfortable at all the people staring at him.
"You where asked a question Elrohir. I expect an answer."
" Because I thought that was going to be Lord Glorfindel's chair."
As Elrohir began to explain just why he did it, Erestor quietly dismissed everyone from the room except himself, the twins, the scratching Elrond and Glorfindel.
" I was jealous Ada. I was jealous because Mîrelena keep looking at Glorfindel and-"
"That is not a good excuse. Apologize to Glorfindel." Elrond said in a harsh tone. Erestor winced, he'd never seen Elrond this mad with one of his sons before and Elrohir looked close to tears.
"Just which vile did you use? Where did you get it? " Elrond asked, still scratching, still highly agitated.
" The red one. From your potions study."
Elrond's expression, if that was even possible, got angrier. He knew very well that was in the red vile cause a rash that would spread over the body that would itch like crazy and last about two days.
"Elrohir go to your room, and I suggest you take a good look at it because that, and your class room, is all you will be seeing for at least seven months." With that Elrond stormed out of the room, straight to his chambers to work on an antidote.
Glorfindel stared down at the now crying Elrohir, wanting to give the boy some comfort. When he tried Erestor just shook his head "Leave him be."
Glorfindel watched sadly as Elladan escorted his sobbing twin to his room. Then he turned to Erestor.
"Is Elrond always this way with them?"
"No. He never yells at them in public, he's never even made one of them cry." Erestor said looking around the empty room. "He is a good father to them, he has tried to get them out of this habit of pulling pranks.. I assume he is just tired of this kind of behavior from them."
" But the prank was not even meant for him. It was for me, he shouldn't be so upset."
"Can you honestly tell me you wouldn't have gotten mad if you had been the one scratching?"
"No. I would have gotten mad but I wouldn't have yelled at Elrohir in front of all of Imladris." Glorfindel said leaving the room. Erestor thought he was going to his chambers, but Glorfindel had a stop to make first.
Walking in without knocking Glorfindel entered Elrond's private chambers.
End of Chapter 9
AN: Uh oh.Glorfindel's a ticked off elf on a mission. Elrond is really a grouch in this chapter but hey if someone did that to you wouldn't you? I know this chapter wasn't very funny and the next one might not be either but don't worry the laughs will be plenty once the humans arrive for the trade fair.