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Summary: As the title says someone is afraid of thunder. It follows what happens on two different occasions. Enjoy!:D
Someone's Afraid of Thunder
The rain hit the shut window with a loud tatter and wind ripped relentlessly at the tree outside of Aradel's room making them scrape against the window. She drew her warm covers up to her nose, as it was cold. A flash outside bright and frightening startled the Elfling. Even scarier was the loud crashing that issued afterwards, loud, ominous and awesome. She gasped in fear and jumped out of bed.
She ran down the corridor into her parent's bedroom. She hesitated outside for a moment, the last time she had barged in without knocking she had been sent to her room for two whole hours. For an equivalent of seven-year-old that's a long time to wait with nothing to do but study.
Another loud sound of thunder cleared the fear of her parent's punishments from her mind and she jumped before opening the double doors slowly. Tentatively she poked her head in to see if they were awake as well. As she begun so sneak herself in a silver head shot up and looked strait at her. She stood strait letting go of the door and letting it swing out and hit the wall with a soft thud. She held her head high and forced her posture to be proper, face impassive, though her clenched fists and even her brown eyes seemed to quiver in fear.
"Are you scared ion-nin?" Celeborn asked looking at his scared daughter through tired eyes.
"I'm not scared." She replied quickly. "Are you?"
He chuckled softly and got out of bed just in his long sweeping white sleep robes. He picked her up and carried her out to avoid the wrath of waking Galadriel. "No, I am not scared though it's not bad to be scared. You can admit to me if you are even a little, tiny bit scared." He coaxed gently with a smile, locking icy blue eyes with her brown ones.
Another bang of thunder reached the ears of the two elves wandering the halls not yet knowing where they were going. "Maybe just a little tiny bit." The elfling admitted quietly, nuzzling up to her Ada's chest.
"Now why are you afraid of the thunder, sweetie?" he asked.
"Because it's loud, and powerful, and scary. Like Nanneth when she's mad at you." She replied with the hint of a smile playing on her little face. About now his feet had taken them to the kitchen.
He mock glared at her but decided it was better to ignore the comment and continue. "True thunder is loud but it's not powerful at all and it's only scary when you are not educated as to what it is." Aradel cocked her head interestedly. "You see, clouds are things. Not completely solid but almost and when they bang together they make a loud, loud noise. That is what we call thunder. Understand?"
She nodded vigorously. "So all it is, is clouds being clumsy and bumping into each other?" he too nodded in confirmation. She smiled at the prospect of rain clouds with little faces on them bumping into each other and falling down with a crash. A little like Haldir after a good party. All of a sudden the little girl burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at little one?" he asked playfully, a grin forming on his face as well. She didn't answer; she couldn't through fits of giggles. He mock pouted and began to tickle his little Aradel in the ribs. She laughed even harder and began trying to swat him away, then got fed up and jumped onto his shoulders and climbed over to his back. He jerked, causing her to sit atop his shoulders, high and mighty.
He began to jog, making her go up and down with each step. Celeborn laughed and Aradel laughed all the way up to her room. She pleaded with him to play with her longer but he hastily reminded her wide eyed face that he was going to be grumpy in the morning if he didn't get enough sleep and a grumpy Celeborn is never a good thing. So she went to sleep and that was the first memory of any kind of thunder she could remember ever.
One Human Equivalent Year Later
Aradel had been jerked awake by a very loud bang of thunder and hadn't been able to get back to sleep thanks to the huge storm that was raging just outside her room. So sleepily she made her way down to the kitchens to get a glass of milk. When she had filled a tall glass and snuck a cookie from the cupboards she sluggishly went into the dinning room to sit at the head of the table and drink in peace.
So there she was taking the long, final swig from her glass when a particularly loud bang of thunder ensued from outside and a clatter rang out from the kitchen. She furrowed her brown and got up to see what the commotion was. When she opened the doors she found her Ada bending down to pick up fallen knives and forks.
"Ada?" she laughed, bending down to help.
The Elven King looked up and nodded wearily. "Yes. The thunder sca…startled me."
In a short time the knives and forks were back in their appropriate spots. Aradel stood and faced her Ada, her mentor. "Ada, may I be so bold as to ask if you are indeed afraid of the thunder?"
He narrowed his eyes. "No." he said quickly. "You were always much, much, to mature for your age."
She was about to reply something witty but was interrupted by another one of those pesky thunder bangs. Celeborn jumped about seven feet in the air and put a hand over his heart. He drew a quick, sharp breath through his nose and closed his eyes for a brief moment.
"What were you saying?" he said shakily trying to draw attention away from his obvious and outstanding reaction to the loud noise.
"You are afraid of thunder." She laughed, again. "After all those lectures about how thunder can't hurt you and such you are afraid of thunder."
"Alright you caught me, but as I have said countless times it is a good thing to admit ones fears and face them head on." He retorted proudly. "Now if you'll excuse me I'll be off to bed, yet again."
She nodded, "Good-night, Ada." He smiled and turned back. "You not to old to give your Ada a hug goodnight are you?"
"Of course not." She embraced him and he her. He kissed the top of her head, said goodnight again and was off to bed. She smiled to herself in the dark on her way to her own room. She didn't think she could have a better Ada.
The End
A/N:It's short I know. The point of the story is that Celeborn was a good father and stuff before Celebrian's death. He still would be a good father if she hadn't died. He went crazy when she died and became really really weird. And only with Aradel, isn't that strange. Well hope you enjoyed. Nehoo bye-bye!:D
Summary: As the title says someone is afraid of thunder. It follows what happens on two different occasions. Enjoy!:D
Someone's Afraid of Thunder
The rain hit the shut window with a loud tatter and wind ripped relentlessly at the tree outside of Aradel's room making them scrape against the window. She drew her warm covers up to her nose, as it was cold. A flash outside bright and frightening startled the Elfling. Even scarier was the loud crashing that issued afterwards, loud, ominous and awesome. She gasped in fear and jumped out of bed.
She ran down the corridor into her parent's bedroom. She hesitated outside for a moment, the last time she had barged in without knocking she had been sent to her room for two whole hours. For an equivalent of seven-year-old that's a long time to wait with nothing to do but study.
Another loud sound of thunder cleared the fear of her parent's punishments from her mind and she jumped before opening the double doors slowly. Tentatively she poked her head in to see if they were awake as well. As she begun so sneak herself in a silver head shot up and looked strait at her. She stood strait letting go of the door and letting it swing out and hit the wall with a soft thud. She held her head high and forced her posture to be proper, face impassive, though her clenched fists and even her brown eyes seemed to quiver in fear.
"Are you scared ion-nin?" Celeborn asked looking at his scared daughter through tired eyes.
"I'm not scared." She replied quickly. "Are you?"
He chuckled softly and got out of bed just in his long sweeping white sleep robes. He picked her up and carried her out to avoid the wrath of waking Galadriel. "No, I am not scared though it's not bad to be scared. You can admit to me if you are even a little, tiny bit scared." He coaxed gently with a smile, locking icy blue eyes with her brown ones.
Another bang of thunder reached the ears of the two elves wandering the halls not yet knowing where they were going. "Maybe just a little tiny bit." The elfling admitted quietly, nuzzling up to her Ada's chest.
"Now why are you afraid of the thunder, sweetie?" he asked.
"Because it's loud, and powerful, and scary. Like Nanneth when she's mad at you." She replied with the hint of a smile playing on her little face. About now his feet had taken them to the kitchen.
He mock glared at her but decided it was better to ignore the comment and continue. "True thunder is loud but it's not powerful at all and it's only scary when you are not educated as to what it is." Aradel cocked her head interestedly. "You see, clouds are things. Not completely solid but almost and when they bang together they make a loud, loud noise. That is what we call thunder. Understand?"
She nodded vigorously. "So all it is, is clouds being clumsy and bumping into each other?" he too nodded in confirmation. She smiled at the prospect of rain clouds with little faces on them bumping into each other and falling down with a crash. A little like Haldir after a good party. All of a sudden the little girl burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at little one?" he asked playfully, a grin forming on his face as well. She didn't answer; she couldn't through fits of giggles. He mock pouted and began to tickle his little Aradel in the ribs. She laughed even harder and began trying to swat him away, then got fed up and jumped onto his shoulders and climbed over to his back. He jerked, causing her to sit atop his shoulders, high and mighty.
He began to jog, making her go up and down with each step. Celeborn laughed and Aradel laughed all the way up to her room. She pleaded with him to play with her longer but he hastily reminded her wide eyed face that he was going to be grumpy in the morning if he didn't get enough sleep and a grumpy Celeborn is never a good thing. So she went to sleep and that was the first memory of any kind of thunder she could remember ever.
One Human Equivalent Year Later
Aradel had been jerked awake by a very loud bang of thunder and hadn't been able to get back to sleep thanks to the huge storm that was raging just outside her room. So sleepily she made her way down to the kitchens to get a glass of milk. When she had filled a tall glass and snuck a cookie from the cupboards she sluggishly went into the dinning room to sit at the head of the table and drink in peace.
So there she was taking the long, final swig from her glass when a particularly loud bang of thunder ensued from outside and a clatter rang out from the kitchen. She furrowed her brown and got up to see what the commotion was. When she opened the doors she found her Ada bending down to pick up fallen knives and forks.
"Ada?" she laughed, bending down to help.
The Elven King looked up and nodded wearily. "Yes. The thunder sca…startled me."
In a short time the knives and forks were back in their appropriate spots. Aradel stood and faced her Ada, her mentor. "Ada, may I be so bold as to ask if you are indeed afraid of the thunder?"
He narrowed his eyes. "No." he said quickly. "You were always much, much, to mature for your age."
She was about to reply something witty but was interrupted by another one of those pesky thunder bangs. Celeborn jumped about seven feet in the air and put a hand over his heart. He drew a quick, sharp breath through his nose and closed his eyes for a brief moment.
"What were you saying?" he said shakily trying to draw attention away from his obvious and outstanding reaction to the loud noise.
"You are afraid of thunder." She laughed, again. "After all those lectures about how thunder can't hurt you and such you are afraid of thunder."
"Alright you caught me, but as I have said countless times it is a good thing to admit ones fears and face them head on." He retorted proudly. "Now if you'll excuse me I'll be off to bed, yet again."
She nodded, "Good-night, Ada." He smiled and turned back. "You not to old to give your Ada a hug goodnight are you?"
"Of course not." She embraced him and he her. He kissed the top of her head, said goodnight again and was off to bed. She smiled to herself in the dark on her way to her own room. She didn't think she could have a better Ada.
The End
A/N:It's short I know. The point of the story is that Celeborn was a good father and stuff before Celebrian's death. He still would be a good father if she hadn't died. He went crazy when she died and became really really weird. And only with Aradel, isn't that strange. Well hope you enjoyed. Nehoo bye-bye!:D