A/N:
Some major facts are messed up, but bear with me here. I'm
not
squeaky
clean on my Lord of the Rings trivia-- if you get what I
mean.
Don't worry. If you don't understand right now you will after this
"chappie's"
done.
Chapter Four
"State your name elf."
"Raniel
of Imaldris, Lord Arathorn." Raniel said bowing low in
high
respect.
Arathorn nodded slightly to acknowledge the respectful
gesture.
"Master
Raniel, what, might I ask, brings you here, in this time
of
celebration
and mourning?" Arathorn asked offering a glass of
wine.
Raniel declined it politely with a quick shake of his hand. A
small
smile crept up onto his lips.
"Perhaps
Lord Arathorn you know not what really occurred in Mount
Doom
concerning
your father?"
"Glorfindel," Elrond growled," I wish not to speak with you. My business is my own."
"Well
will you at least talk to the lady about this?" Glorfindel
asked
impatiently,
stepping in the way blocking Elrond from walking
around.
"Glorfindel, my business is my-"
"Ada!" The identical voices yelled in unison. Glorfindel spun around and two small elflings ran past him, embracing their father's legs.
"Glorfy!" One twin called and happily embraced Glorfindel's legs.
Patting
the elfling's head, the golden-haired advisor noticed a blue ribbon
tied neatly in a bow, on the young elf's head. It was pulling
the
young elfling's short hair away from his face.
Smiling Glorfindel recognized the blue ribbon as belonging to Elladan.
Another elfling, identical to Elladan, appeared and also hugged Glorfindel's legs happily. A red ribbon pulled Elrohir's brown curls from his face.
Picking up Elladan, Elrond dismissed the "Glorfindel incident" and began to carry Elladan in the house. While Glorfindel picked up the rear with Elrohir.
Glorfindel frowned slightly, making a mental note to pick up his previous conversation with Elrond later.