A/N Here the twins are 111 and Arwen is about eight months. I know at one year they can already sing, talk, and walk, so I put her at about eight months for her first word
#50 First Word
It was mid-morning in Imladris, and the Lord and Lady of Rivendell had left their twin sons Elladan and Elrohir in charge of watching their eight-month-old sister Arwen while they went out for a much-needed break. Elladan was holding a fussy Arwen on his lap while his twin had gone to get her some food from the kitchens.
"Shhh little sister, please do not cry. Elrohir will be back quickly with something for you to eat," Elladan murmured as he rocked her patting her back tenderly.
A few minutes later just as Arwen was beginning to throw a tantrum, Elrohir had entered carrying a tray full of different fruits, veggies, and bread as he was not sure what his sister would care for. "Ok, we have some banana, melon, apple, carrots, peas, spinach and bread," he said setting the tray down on a small table.
"Ro, is this a snack or a feast? Arwen is only eight months old, just how much do you think she can eat!?" Elladan said restraining back a laugh.
"Well I was not sure exactly what she would like, so I brought a little of everything," Elrohir replied rolling his eyes.
Elladan shrugged and turned Arwen around to face Elrohir. "Look little one, Ro has brought some delicious food for you." As soon as Arwen heard the word food, she stopped throwing her fit and stretched her tiny arms out to reach for the tray placed on the table next to Elrohir. "You had better hurry Ro," Elladan said chuckling. "Arwen is famished, and I fear I might not be able to hold her back much longer."
Elrohir held his hands up in mock surrender. "All right, here, why do we not try some bread first?" Elrohir suggested as he broke off a tiny piece of rye bread offering it to Arwen. However, Arwen would not accept the food and pursed her lips shaking her head in defiance.
After a few attempts Elrohir knowing he was defeated, placed it back on the tray, "Ok, so she does not want the rye bread. How about some wheat bread?" Elrohir broke some off and offered it, but she refused to eat that as well. Elrohir then went on to white, grain, and finally, potato bread all which Arwen stubbornly refused.
"Ok, so it is apparent Arwen does not like bread. So, we will move onto the vegetables," Elrohir said determined not to allow his baby sister to win this battle. Elladan just grinned seeing his younger brother struggle not to be defeated by an eight-month-old.
Elrohir ignoring the smirk spooned up a few mushed carrots and fed it to Arwen who swallowed the first bite. At the second taste, however, she had decided she did not like the orange slush and spat it out in Elrohir's face. Elladan by now tried desperately not to fall over his chair with Arwen in hysterical fits of laughter at seeing his brother's face a bright orange.
"Apparently, carrots are not her thing either," Elrohir said dryly moving on to the peas which Arwen proceeded to spit out promptly. "Fine, let us try the spinach," Elrohir said trying to wipe off the bits of peas from his face.
As he fed her a bite of the green slop, Elrohir grinned as it appeared she would take it; but just as he let his guard down, she blew a huge raspberry and spinach flew everywhere all over Elrohir who now looked like a living watercolor of green and orange vegetables. Elrohir sat heavily breathing trying not to get upset while his brother almost keeled over in hysterics.
"Oh Valar, Ro! You should see yourself!" Elladan gasped in between breaths as he attempted to keep his sister from falling off his lap.
Elrohir flashed daggers at his brother and went on to the fruit. "All right then, moving on to the fruits and I swear she had better eat this or I will…" Elrohir said through gritted teeth.
As Elrohir reached to get a spoon of banana, Arwen shook her head violently and pointed to the apple. "You want the apple Arwen?" Elrohir asked.
"Apple," Arwen chirped nodding her head yes.
Elrohir's mouth opened in shock. His sister spoke her first word. "Dan, she just said her first word!"
Elladan sat in stunned silence.
"Well, why did she not just tell me beforehand she wanted the apple?!" Elrohir cried frazzled.
Elladan smirked. "I guess Arwen wanted to have an art project first."
At that, Elrohir took a spoon of peas and flung it at Elladan hitting him square in the face. Elladan with a shocked look on his face sat there while Arwen started laughing.
"Dan funny," Arwen said pointing at her brother's face giggling.
Elladan and Elrohir stared at her in disbelief as she turned and reached for the apple. "Apple good."