I don't own Lord of the Rings, or anything connected with it, obviously,
but I thought I'd mention it so no one sues me (
Anyhoo...I'm not sure about this story, but I figured I'd make Elrond a bit more human, cause he's usually the good guy, everybody's saviour and all, but I never imagined him like that. In both the books and the films he seemed more stern and serious than I think most people imagine. But this is my view of him, and he isn't all that bad right, it's just how a think a stressed-out Lord would act...the first chapter is really more to establish their characters more than anything else. So enjoy, hopefully, but if you don't, please tell me, just not in a mean, nasty way, because I shall be very upset and cry if you are too mean to me ( But any reviews and constructive criticism are appreciated.
The rain poured down upon the bowed heads of the crowd. The flowers which lay on top of the raised earth began to wilt, the soaked dirt turned them a murky brown colour.
It had been raining for several days, ever since the return of the warriors from the battles in southern Mirkwood. 200 had gone and 50, only 50 had returned. Most of the dead had been left, but the wounded had been brought back to Imladris, but none had survived the journey. And now their ashes were scattered here, by the forest, next to the carved stones commemorating them.
Gilhrim, one of Imladris' best warriors and a close friend of Elrond had been brought back severely wounded and had died shortly before his arrival home. His ashes were scattered under the shade of a large oak tree, along with those of his comrades. "Back to the earth..." Elrond muttered, as the maidens finished their song of remembrance and the last of the flowers were dropped by the carved stones.
Gilhrim, as he was the captain, had the largest carving; a sword with a star carved into the hilt. The crowd began to disperse slowly, but Elrond remained standing there, staring at the flowers upon the ground.
"Ada?" Elladan said quietly, laying his hand on his father's shoulder, "Come on."
Elrond turned to look at his son and smiled faintly, before turning to walk back towards the building. That night they feasted in honour of those who had died fighting against the darkness in Mirkwood.
"Victory always comes at a high price," Elrond said to his sons and Glorfindel towards the end of the feast, "the enemy is vanquished, for now, at the cost of many close friends and admirable soldiers..." he sighed and was silent.
Several years passed in relative peace at Imladris, despite the antics of the twin sons of Elrond, who were now the elvish equivalent of about 15 year old human boys. They had been trained in combat as warriors, but also is ancient lore and diplomacy. One night they were out riding late, but they were not concerned as it was summer and warm, and, although nigh on 11 o'clock, it was still only twilight. As they made their way up the steps towards the building, they saw lights and heard noise from the Fire Hall.
"Oh no!" Elladan exclaimed suddenly.
"I thought it would have been over hours ago," Elrohir said, turning to his twin, "Well, if we're any later we're going to be breaking ordinary curfew as well..."
"Can't we just go to our rooms?," said Elladan, looking positively terrified.
"We're going to be in trouble anyway, and it's probably nearly over anyway, we might as well go, better to get it over with sooner rather than later," Elrohir said, almost sadly.
"And our story is, we just lost track of time ok?" Elladan said.
"Couldn't we say we were waylaid by orcs or something?" said Elrohir miserably.
Elladan raised an eyebrow, "Like he would believe that."
They quickly put their horses into the stables, cleaned themselves up as best they could and made their way towards the Fire Hall, where they could hear singing and music. They attempted to enter as discreetly as they could, but were spotted almost instantly by Glorfindel and Elrond. They both excused themselves as politely as possible from King Thranduil and walked over to the twins.
They stood with their arms folded glaring at the two only-just elfings in front of them. The twins said nothing, but simply stared at the ground.
Elrond abruptly turned around to face the happy, if not a little tired elves gathered around the fire.
"My friends," he said, loudly, raising his hands towards them and smiling, "it has been a long and enjoyable evening, but I am sure that our guests are weary from their journey. Go now and take your rest in the safety of Imladris."
All of the guests turned to leave, and Lord Elrond, Glorfindel and the twins bowed to King Thranduil and his sons as they left. Legolas raised his eyebrows at the twins and they glanced towards their father and then shook their heads, Legolas smiled somewhat knowingly and then left after Thranduil.
Eventually only Glorfindel, Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir were left in the room.
"You may leave us, Glorfindel," said Elrond, stiffly.
"Yes, my Lord," he bowed, and left.
"So-" Elrond began, but was interrupted before he could say anything more.
"Ada, we lost track of time and we got to far away before we realised, but we started back as soon as we noticed how far we had gone, and we rode swiftly all the way but..." Elladan trailed off at the look his father gave him.
"Elladan, how many times do I have to tell you not to interrupt me?" Elrond said quietly, staring into the fire.
Elladan said nothing. His father was speaking quietly; Elladan knew that this was a sign that he was extremely angry, and so decided to stay silent.
The twins stood awkwardly in the centre of the room for some time until Lord Elrond turned around to face him. They looked up, but did not meet his eyes.
"What time did I tell you to be back?" He asked them, still speaking quietly, although every word was wreathed in restrained fury.
"You said, no more than six hours after midday, sir," Elrohir answered, even less audibly than Elrond.
"And what time is it now?" He said through clenched teeth, the fury in his voice becoming even more evident.
"It is less than one hour to midnight, sir," Elladan answered in a stronger voice than his twin, but not without fear.
"And that is how many hours after you were told to return?"
"It is..." Elladan paused, looking puzzled, to count and Elrohir finished, "More than five hours, sir."
"So, although I told you it was very important for you to be back on time today, you still decided to arrive five hours late!" Elrond shouted, looking furious, "And would you at least have the decency to look at me when I am speaking to you!"
Both twins slowly lifted their heads upwards and met their father's eyes; he looked livid. The truth was, he knew that the twins has purposefully avoided the feast tonight; they hated large gatherings such as this, especially when the Mirkwood elves were present as they disliked them intensely, excepting, of course, Legolas and his brother Taliyne.
"Why do you two feel the need to constantly disobey me?" He said.
When neither of them replied he continued
"I know very well that you did not simply lose track of time, you purposefully disobeyed me and thought only of yourselves, as per usual and, to be perfectly honest I am tired of it. I am tired of you two running around thinking that you have the right to do what ever you please, with no respect for me, or any body else for that matter, whatsoever!"
An awkward silence followed until Elladan spoke after several moments.
"If we have no respect for you it is because you have no respect for us!" he said angrily, through gritted teeth, "We try, father, we always try for you, and you know how we hate to attend these pretentious celebrations, where we must pretend that we give a damn about precious King Thranduil and all his high and mighty Lords! We have begged you before not to make us attend and every time you speak of our duty! Our duty to act as the perfect sons of the Lord! Our duty to act as false and conceited as everybody else here! Well my Lord, we too feel that you have a duty, a duty as our father, as well as the Lord of Imladris, a duty to take our wishes into consideration, as well as the wishes of society, or king Thranduil, or yourself!"
Lord Elrond and Elrohir both stood, shocked for a moment. Elladan breathed heavily, hardly daring to believe that he had finally found the courage to say that.
He soon regretted it.
Elrond's eyes widened in rage, then he slapped Elladan hard around the face with the back of his hand, causing him to sharply turn his head and stumble.
"How dare you," he said quietly, "how dare you speak to me in such a manner!" he said more loudly, every syllable shaking with fury. "I will not tolerate behaviour like that, Elladan, it is completely unacceptable, you ungrateful child! I thought I had raised you better than that!" he shouted at the boy, who was holding a hand up to the side of his face and staring at the floor.
Elladan was itching to retort, but thought better of it and held his tongue. Elrond heaved a heavy sigh and continued to speak in a much more composed tone.
"Both of you go to bed, now," he said in a voice of forced calm, "I shall speak to you in the morning when you have calmed down. Good night."
"Good night , father," they both muttered, and turned from the room.
Once outside in the corridor Elrohir turned to his brother, "Why the hell did you say that? Did you see how angry he was! I thought he was going to kill you, to be honest I would have understood if he did..." he finished.
"I know, I didn't mean to say that, I just get so angry when he goes on about us having no respect for him, always disobeying him, when we usually comply to all his bloody rules, but you know when I get angry I just...lose it," Elladan said, ruefully.
"Yes, I know, but you really shouldn't have..." he decided not to bother, as he knew his brother was aware it was wrong, "just, try to control yourself tomorrow, you know he has a temper easily as bad as yours."
"I think I found that one out...again..." he said through clenched teeth.
"You know it isn't worth it 'Dan," said Elrohir, reasonable as always.
Anyhoo...I'm not sure about this story, but I figured I'd make Elrond a bit more human, cause he's usually the good guy, everybody's saviour and all, but I never imagined him like that. In both the books and the films he seemed more stern and serious than I think most people imagine. But this is my view of him, and he isn't all that bad right, it's just how a think a stressed-out Lord would act...the first chapter is really more to establish their characters more than anything else. So enjoy, hopefully, but if you don't, please tell me, just not in a mean, nasty way, because I shall be very upset and cry if you are too mean to me ( But any reviews and constructive criticism are appreciated.
The rain poured down upon the bowed heads of the crowd. The flowers which lay on top of the raised earth began to wilt, the soaked dirt turned them a murky brown colour.
It had been raining for several days, ever since the return of the warriors from the battles in southern Mirkwood. 200 had gone and 50, only 50 had returned. Most of the dead had been left, but the wounded had been brought back to Imladris, but none had survived the journey. And now their ashes were scattered here, by the forest, next to the carved stones commemorating them.
Gilhrim, one of Imladris' best warriors and a close friend of Elrond had been brought back severely wounded and had died shortly before his arrival home. His ashes were scattered under the shade of a large oak tree, along with those of his comrades. "Back to the earth..." Elrond muttered, as the maidens finished their song of remembrance and the last of the flowers were dropped by the carved stones.
Gilhrim, as he was the captain, had the largest carving; a sword with a star carved into the hilt. The crowd began to disperse slowly, but Elrond remained standing there, staring at the flowers upon the ground.
"Ada?" Elladan said quietly, laying his hand on his father's shoulder, "Come on."
Elrond turned to look at his son and smiled faintly, before turning to walk back towards the building. That night they feasted in honour of those who had died fighting against the darkness in Mirkwood.
"Victory always comes at a high price," Elrond said to his sons and Glorfindel towards the end of the feast, "the enemy is vanquished, for now, at the cost of many close friends and admirable soldiers..." he sighed and was silent.
Several years passed in relative peace at Imladris, despite the antics of the twin sons of Elrond, who were now the elvish equivalent of about 15 year old human boys. They had been trained in combat as warriors, but also is ancient lore and diplomacy. One night they were out riding late, but they were not concerned as it was summer and warm, and, although nigh on 11 o'clock, it was still only twilight. As they made their way up the steps towards the building, they saw lights and heard noise from the Fire Hall.
"Oh no!" Elladan exclaimed suddenly.
"I thought it would have been over hours ago," Elrohir said, turning to his twin, "Well, if we're any later we're going to be breaking ordinary curfew as well..."
"Can't we just go to our rooms?," said Elladan, looking positively terrified.
"We're going to be in trouble anyway, and it's probably nearly over anyway, we might as well go, better to get it over with sooner rather than later," Elrohir said, almost sadly.
"And our story is, we just lost track of time ok?" Elladan said.
"Couldn't we say we were waylaid by orcs or something?" said Elrohir miserably.
Elladan raised an eyebrow, "Like he would believe that."
They quickly put their horses into the stables, cleaned themselves up as best they could and made their way towards the Fire Hall, where they could hear singing and music. They attempted to enter as discreetly as they could, but were spotted almost instantly by Glorfindel and Elrond. They both excused themselves as politely as possible from King Thranduil and walked over to the twins.
They stood with their arms folded glaring at the two only-just elfings in front of them. The twins said nothing, but simply stared at the ground.
Elrond abruptly turned around to face the happy, if not a little tired elves gathered around the fire.
"My friends," he said, loudly, raising his hands towards them and smiling, "it has been a long and enjoyable evening, but I am sure that our guests are weary from their journey. Go now and take your rest in the safety of Imladris."
All of the guests turned to leave, and Lord Elrond, Glorfindel and the twins bowed to King Thranduil and his sons as they left. Legolas raised his eyebrows at the twins and they glanced towards their father and then shook their heads, Legolas smiled somewhat knowingly and then left after Thranduil.
Eventually only Glorfindel, Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir were left in the room.
"You may leave us, Glorfindel," said Elrond, stiffly.
"Yes, my Lord," he bowed, and left.
"So-" Elrond began, but was interrupted before he could say anything more.
"Ada, we lost track of time and we got to far away before we realised, but we started back as soon as we noticed how far we had gone, and we rode swiftly all the way but..." Elladan trailed off at the look his father gave him.
"Elladan, how many times do I have to tell you not to interrupt me?" Elrond said quietly, staring into the fire.
Elladan said nothing. His father was speaking quietly; Elladan knew that this was a sign that he was extremely angry, and so decided to stay silent.
The twins stood awkwardly in the centre of the room for some time until Lord Elrond turned around to face him. They looked up, but did not meet his eyes.
"What time did I tell you to be back?" He asked them, still speaking quietly, although every word was wreathed in restrained fury.
"You said, no more than six hours after midday, sir," Elrohir answered, even less audibly than Elrond.
"And what time is it now?" He said through clenched teeth, the fury in his voice becoming even more evident.
"It is less than one hour to midnight, sir," Elladan answered in a stronger voice than his twin, but not without fear.
"And that is how many hours after you were told to return?"
"It is..." Elladan paused, looking puzzled, to count and Elrohir finished, "More than five hours, sir."
"So, although I told you it was very important for you to be back on time today, you still decided to arrive five hours late!" Elrond shouted, looking furious, "And would you at least have the decency to look at me when I am speaking to you!"
Both twins slowly lifted their heads upwards and met their father's eyes; he looked livid. The truth was, he knew that the twins has purposefully avoided the feast tonight; they hated large gatherings such as this, especially when the Mirkwood elves were present as they disliked them intensely, excepting, of course, Legolas and his brother Taliyne.
"Why do you two feel the need to constantly disobey me?" He said.
When neither of them replied he continued
"I know very well that you did not simply lose track of time, you purposefully disobeyed me and thought only of yourselves, as per usual and, to be perfectly honest I am tired of it. I am tired of you two running around thinking that you have the right to do what ever you please, with no respect for me, or any body else for that matter, whatsoever!"
An awkward silence followed until Elladan spoke after several moments.
"If we have no respect for you it is because you have no respect for us!" he said angrily, through gritted teeth, "We try, father, we always try for you, and you know how we hate to attend these pretentious celebrations, where we must pretend that we give a damn about precious King Thranduil and all his high and mighty Lords! We have begged you before not to make us attend and every time you speak of our duty! Our duty to act as the perfect sons of the Lord! Our duty to act as false and conceited as everybody else here! Well my Lord, we too feel that you have a duty, a duty as our father, as well as the Lord of Imladris, a duty to take our wishes into consideration, as well as the wishes of society, or king Thranduil, or yourself!"
Lord Elrond and Elrohir both stood, shocked for a moment. Elladan breathed heavily, hardly daring to believe that he had finally found the courage to say that.
He soon regretted it.
Elrond's eyes widened in rage, then he slapped Elladan hard around the face with the back of his hand, causing him to sharply turn his head and stumble.
"How dare you," he said quietly, "how dare you speak to me in such a manner!" he said more loudly, every syllable shaking with fury. "I will not tolerate behaviour like that, Elladan, it is completely unacceptable, you ungrateful child! I thought I had raised you better than that!" he shouted at the boy, who was holding a hand up to the side of his face and staring at the floor.
Elladan was itching to retort, but thought better of it and held his tongue. Elrond heaved a heavy sigh and continued to speak in a much more composed tone.
"Both of you go to bed, now," he said in a voice of forced calm, "I shall speak to you in the morning when you have calmed down. Good night."
"Good night , father," they both muttered, and turned from the room.
Once outside in the corridor Elrohir turned to his brother, "Why the hell did you say that? Did you see how angry he was! I thought he was going to kill you, to be honest I would have understood if he did..." he finished.
"I know, I didn't mean to say that, I just get so angry when he goes on about us having no respect for him, always disobeying him, when we usually comply to all his bloody rules, but you know when I get angry I just...lose it," Elladan said, ruefully.
"Yes, I know, but you really shouldn't have..." he decided not to bother, as he knew his brother was aware it was wrong, "just, try to control yourself tomorrow, you know he has a temper easily as bad as yours."
"I think I found that one out...again..." he said through clenched teeth.
"You know it isn't worth it 'Dan," said Elrohir, reasonable as always.