Summary – The Twins and Elrond try to get Estel to eat his Vegetables!Estel is younger here, like four I think….


Estel! Eat your Vegetables!

Elladan and Elrohir happily walked down the halls of their home; Imaldres was one of the last Elven Havens in such dark times (despite the fact that the Evil Lord had yet to rise his head) and they liked it that way. They liked the way the torches lit up in the dark; how the nightingales sung their evening songs and owls hooted in the distance.

They talk about their day and about the various Elven maidens that had caught their eye, and they soon reached the families private dinning room. The dinning room was just off the main dinning room – it was decorated in lovely reds and blues, the table was set and candles had been lit. There was also a highchair for the youngest family member.

Estel, the now four year old human, babbled happily to Elrond in a mix of Westron and Quenya – for such a little child, Estel was picking up the Elven languages quickly and Elrond was sure that the boy would have to re-learn Common before he was ready to re-join the human race. But, those were worries for late, right now, it was time for family!

"Well, how is the little devil?" Elrohir asked, Estel stuck his tongue out at him.

"As wiggly as ever," Elrond replied.

"Were we as hyper as that?" Elladan asked as he and his twin sat down.

"Yes, you were very hyper, especially at Prince Legolas' three thousand birthday – I will never be able to show my face in Thranduil's halls again!"

"Ada! That wasn't our fault!"

"We still blame Legolas on that one!" Elladan agreed with his twin.

"So you say," Elrond smiled.

The food was served just then and Elrond served Estel before putting any on his own – Elrohir cut up some of the food into little bits so that Estel wouldn't choke. Elladan put a bit of milk in the anti-spill cup that had actually been his when he had been little. Estel, for his part started in with gusto!

"He eats like Arathorn did," Elrohir said.

"Indeed, there was no one else around that could eat as much as that man could!"

"Except a Hobbit!" Elladan said.

"Agreed, dear Brother!"

"However…Estel shares another trait with his father," Elrond said, Estel had eaten mostly everything except the greens (Broccoli). Elrond glared at the plate, Estel didn't bother to notice. The four year old was happily guzzling his milk.

"Estel, ion nin, you must eat you veggies," Elrohir said. Estel just gave him a toothy smile.

"Oh, right, like that's going to work!" Elladan gave his brother a look.

"Well, why don't you do something about it?"

"Please! Arathorn didn't like Broccoli just as much as Estel!"

"Ada, do you think its hereditary?" Elrohir turned to his father, who had picked up a fork and was trying to get some cut up broccoli into Estel.

"Come now Little Estel, please?" Elrond asked his youngest.

"MMMMMMMMM!" Estel whined with his mouth shut tight, the young child was going to make sure that the yucky green stuff did not pass his lips!

"Come now, let the horsy in!" Elrond put the fork to Estel's lips while making a horse sound. Elladan rolled his eyes and Elrohir quickly drank some of his wine in order to hide his smile. Elladan leaned over the table so that he could better talk to his twin.

"Remember King Thraduil trying the same thing with Legolas when he was younger?"

"Yes, Legolas would have non of it and splattered it on the Advisor,"

"At least King Thraduil wasn't embarrassed too much,"

Just at that moment, a green projectile hit Elladan on the head.

"Ewwwwwww!" Estel waved his grubby hands in the air while Elladan extracted the broccoli from his dark hair.

"'Ewwww' is right!" Elrohir agreed with a laugh.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. That is very droll Estel," Elladan rolled his eyes.

"Well, Rembmer…Legolas' was covered in cheese," Elrond smiled.

"It took the Advisor forever to get it out of his hair," Elladan said.

"At least he could say that he was blond then," Elrohir joked. Estel giggled at that, making Elrohir entirely too please for Elladan.

"Now, is Estel going to eat his veggies or must we make him?" Elrond asked giving Estel a measured look. Estel laughed.

"Ell'an funny!"

"Yes, Estel, Elladan is very funny," Elrohir quickly agreed.

"Estel, you must eat your vegetables," Elrond said, trying once again to get Estel to open up and eat.

Estel would have none of that! He decided to take some drastic measures….he fisted his little hand in and threw it at Elrond. Elrond was shocked at the various food objects that covered his face, and both Elladan and Elrohir were quite surprised themselves.

All was silent except for Estel's giggling.

"Er – maybe we should give up for tonight, there will be plenty of years for us to get it into his head that he must eat his vegetables," Elrohir said and stood.

"Ada, why don't you go get cleaned up and we'll take care of Estel?" Elladan asked.

"That is a good idea," Elrond replied and he left the room. Elladan and Elrohir fell into snickering just then.

"Goodness, if Estel does that each night, he'll be in trouble sooner than you can say 'Balrog'!" Elrohir sighed; picking Estel up.

"No doubt about it," Elladan agreed, then he turned to Estel.

"Now Estel, you do understand that you can't do that to Ada, right? You'll get a spanking…"

"Me no like spank!" Estel wailed.

"Well then, you must be good at dinner," Elrohir said.

"Me be good boy!" Estel said and hugged Elrohir who was holding him.

"That means, Little Estel, that you have to ear your Vegetables," Elladan smiled.

"Me no like veg! Veg for horsies!" Estel replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Well, Broccoli isn't grass, so its safe to eat and if you do eat your vegetables, it will make you grow up big and strong like Ada," Elladan informed the tot.

"Me grow up like Ada? Will I get pointy ears too?" Estel asked, his grey eyes as big as plates.

"Er – maybe…"

"or not, it depends,"

"Shut up!"

"You first!"

"I'm older, that means you have to listen to me!"

"Does not!"

"Does too!"

"Whatever, let's get Estel ready for…" Elladan looked around.

"You-know-what!"

"Right you are," Elrohir agreed.

The two took Estel to the washroom so that they could ready him for bed while Elrond enjoyed a nice cup of tea in the library, trying to think up various ways of getting his youngest son to eat Broccoli.


A/N – I know that this was short; but I couldn't think up anything interesting to happen here. The small chapters will depict various moments in Elrond's, the twins and Estel's life. Maybe there might be Legolas someplace but am not sure.

Please review!

Ta,

Poppy