DISCLAIMER: All of this belongs to Tolkien, I really, really hope he
doesn't mind me borrowing his charactors.
Glorfindel and Erestor stood next to Lord Elrond, and watched him welcome King Thranduil and his guardians. Prince Legolas Thranduilion was, to their great relief, not among said visiting elves. There seemed to be a trend concerning the twins and Legolas that usually involved two types of elves: Pranksters and, prankstees. Glorfindel and Erestor were usually considered in the second group (much to their chagrin). And so, a chance to talk with the visiting Mirkwood elves without worrying about whether there was someone hiding up a tree with a bucket of water was considered a novelty.
"... and I hope you enjoy your stay in Imladris greatly and as soon as you have been settled in, there will be a feast." Lord Elrond said, completing his (somewhat lengthy) speech of welcome.
Erestor gave a quiet sigh of relief. He loved Elrond like a brother but he swore that elf could talk for hours although he was nothing compared to Glorfindel.... Erestor's trail of thought ended as Thranduil started to speak.
"We thank you Lord Elrond for your hospitality, I am sure that we have much to discuss and...." Erestor stopped listening. Although this would undoubtedly be frowned upon by his lord, Thranduil's speeches had he was sure once been used to put elflings to sleep. He sneaked a glance at Glorfindel and smirked. The elf had found himself with no time to change for the visit and was still wearing the nightwear he had put on upon returning from morning patrol. Glorfindel liked to be comfortable and his pajamas were (in his opinion) the only thing that made Erestor's study a bearable place to stay. It was an ongoing argument with them and Lord Elrond had ordered them to never discuss the subject again.
At long last, Thranduil's speech was finished, and the chaotic process of getting twenty guardians and their king settled began. Erestor was just about to slip away when a hand caught his arm.
"Erestor", Lord Elrond said quietly.
"Yes?"
"There is something we need to discuss."
"Is it important?"
"Fairly important, yes."
"Then by all means my lord, continue please."
Elrond sighed, "it concerns your wardrobe."
"My WHAT?"
"Your wardrobe, Councilor", Elrond said patiently. "The place where you hang all your clothing- at least I hope you do."
"I am quite aware of what a wardrobe is my lord" Erestor said stiffly. "But I do not believe this to be an important topic to discuss at the moment."
"Erestor mellon nin, we have a reputation to uphold."
"You are beginning to sound like Glorfindel."
Elrond raised an eyebrow "I shall choose to take that as a compliment."
Erestor was about to tell him exactly why being compared to Glorfindel was at the moment NOT considered a compliment when a tall shadow fell over them both. Erestor looked up - into the smiling face of Glorfindel.
Elrond seemed relieved. "Glorfindel, thank the valar! Will you please tell Erestor why he most definitely cannot wear his old robes to the feast."
"Well, I would but I am afraid that I have already informed him of my opinion and he has chosen to ignore it."
"But you have to!" Elrond said almost desperately. "After all, it was you who brought the matter to my atten-" he stopped.
Glorfindel was smiling guiltily as Erestor gave him his second death glare of the day. "I should have known you would involve someone else. Would you like to shout about my robes to the whole of Imladris, or are they already informed of such?"
"Now Erestor-"
"Don't you 'now Erestor' me! The conditions of my robes are - or were - a private subject that concerns only me and the seamstress! And while you may enjoy gossip, I most certainly do not and that is the END of this matter!" He was shouting by now and a few other elves were beginning to notice so he lowered his voice to a whisper. "So saes Glorfindel, leave it be!" He turned and walked quickly away into the Last Homely House.
"Elrond."
"Yes?"
"Do you think we should consider bribery?"
"That could work."
"Tell me, does Lord Erestor like his tea with sugar or cream?"
"I am uncertain, you had better ask the cooks mellon nin."
"I shall do so." Glorfindel paused, "It is almost lunch time is it not?"
"I do believe you are correct, Seneschal."
"What a coincidence it is that Erestor has not had his lunch as of yet."
"Amazing really, since he never does."
"We should remedy that, it cannot be healthy for an elf of his age to not eat."
"You are older then him mellon nin."
"Yes, but I eat lunch."
"That is something I have noticed from time to time."
"We should bring him something." Both elves were openly grinning by now, and attracting not a few strange looks.
"Yes, we should he really is rather thin"
"I have heard that he enjoys cake."
"That is good to know."
"I have also heard that Erestor is rather fond of soup, perhaps there is some in the kitchens?"
"I will go ask."
"Maybe if we start praying to the valar now this will actually work."
"Have hope my friend."
"I must go attempt to keep Thranduil entertained and discuss alliances at the same time. Try not to get injured or killed by Erestor if this doesn't work."
"I shall take that into account."
"Good. It would be a pity to loose you."
"Tenna' telwan"
"Tenna' telwan"
ELVISH TRANSLATION: melon nin= my friend
saes=please
Tenna' telwan=untill later
A/N I had this plot bunny running loose in my head so I had to write it down. it's not that good so I may modify it a bit later. Please, please tell me what you think!!!!! All elvish I used I got off Fanfiction. net so I hope it's right. If it isn't, saes tell me and I will fix it. (that goes for grammer and spelling too)
Glorfindel and Erestor stood next to Lord Elrond, and watched him welcome King Thranduil and his guardians. Prince Legolas Thranduilion was, to their great relief, not among said visiting elves. There seemed to be a trend concerning the twins and Legolas that usually involved two types of elves: Pranksters and, prankstees. Glorfindel and Erestor were usually considered in the second group (much to their chagrin). And so, a chance to talk with the visiting Mirkwood elves without worrying about whether there was someone hiding up a tree with a bucket of water was considered a novelty.
"... and I hope you enjoy your stay in Imladris greatly and as soon as you have been settled in, there will be a feast." Lord Elrond said, completing his (somewhat lengthy) speech of welcome.
Erestor gave a quiet sigh of relief. He loved Elrond like a brother but he swore that elf could talk for hours although he was nothing compared to Glorfindel.... Erestor's trail of thought ended as Thranduil started to speak.
"We thank you Lord Elrond for your hospitality, I am sure that we have much to discuss and...." Erestor stopped listening. Although this would undoubtedly be frowned upon by his lord, Thranduil's speeches had he was sure once been used to put elflings to sleep. He sneaked a glance at Glorfindel and smirked. The elf had found himself with no time to change for the visit and was still wearing the nightwear he had put on upon returning from morning patrol. Glorfindel liked to be comfortable and his pajamas were (in his opinion) the only thing that made Erestor's study a bearable place to stay. It was an ongoing argument with them and Lord Elrond had ordered them to never discuss the subject again.
At long last, Thranduil's speech was finished, and the chaotic process of getting twenty guardians and their king settled began. Erestor was just about to slip away when a hand caught his arm.
"Erestor", Lord Elrond said quietly.
"Yes?"
"There is something we need to discuss."
"Is it important?"
"Fairly important, yes."
"Then by all means my lord, continue please."
Elrond sighed, "it concerns your wardrobe."
"My WHAT?"
"Your wardrobe, Councilor", Elrond said patiently. "The place where you hang all your clothing- at least I hope you do."
"I am quite aware of what a wardrobe is my lord" Erestor said stiffly. "But I do not believe this to be an important topic to discuss at the moment."
"Erestor mellon nin, we have a reputation to uphold."
"You are beginning to sound like Glorfindel."
Elrond raised an eyebrow "I shall choose to take that as a compliment."
Erestor was about to tell him exactly why being compared to Glorfindel was at the moment NOT considered a compliment when a tall shadow fell over them both. Erestor looked up - into the smiling face of Glorfindel.
Elrond seemed relieved. "Glorfindel, thank the valar! Will you please tell Erestor why he most definitely cannot wear his old robes to the feast."
"Well, I would but I am afraid that I have already informed him of my opinion and he has chosen to ignore it."
"But you have to!" Elrond said almost desperately. "After all, it was you who brought the matter to my atten-" he stopped.
Glorfindel was smiling guiltily as Erestor gave him his second death glare of the day. "I should have known you would involve someone else. Would you like to shout about my robes to the whole of Imladris, or are they already informed of such?"
"Now Erestor-"
"Don't you 'now Erestor' me! The conditions of my robes are - or were - a private subject that concerns only me and the seamstress! And while you may enjoy gossip, I most certainly do not and that is the END of this matter!" He was shouting by now and a few other elves were beginning to notice so he lowered his voice to a whisper. "So saes Glorfindel, leave it be!" He turned and walked quickly away into the Last Homely House.
"Elrond."
"Yes?"
"Do you think we should consider bribery?"
"That could work."
"Tell me, does Lord Erestor like his tea with sugar or cream?"
"I am uncertain, you had better ask the cooks mellon nin."
"I shall do so." Glorfindel paused, "It is almost lunch time is it not?"
"I do believe you are correct, Seneschal."
"What a coincidence it is that Erestor has not had his lunch as of yet."
"Amazing really, since he never does."
"We should remedy that, it cannot be healthy for an elf of his age to not eat."
"You are older then him mellon nin."
"Yes, but I eat lunch."
"That is something I have noticed from time to time."
"We should bring him something." Both elves were openly grinning by now, and attracting not a few strange looks.
"Yes, we should he really is rather thin"
"I have heard that he enjoys cake."
"That is good to know."
"I have also heard that Erestor is rather fond of soup, perhaps there is some in the kitchens?"
"I will go ask."
"Maybe if we start praying to the valar now this will actually work."
"Have hope my friend."
"I must go attempt to keep Thranduil entertained and discuss alliances at the same time. Try not to get injured or killed by Erestor if this doesn't work."
"I shall take that into account."
"Good. It would be a pity to loose you."
"Tenna' telwan"
"Tenna' telwan"
ELVISH TRANSLATION: melon nin= my friend
saes=please
Tenna' telwan=untill later
A/N I had this plot bunny running loose in my head so I had to write it down. it's not that good so I may modify it a bit later. Please, please tell me what you think!!!!! All elvish I used I got off Fanfiction. net so I hope it's right. If it isn't, saes tell me and I will fix it. (that goes for grammer and spelling too)