Sons of Elrond
He watched the two fresh-faced, rosy-cheeked children giggle amongst themselves and felt a wave of dread. Thranduil stood beside him, his laughter smothered behind his hand.
"You know, as a father, I half-expected for you to take my side." Elrond said dimly. He didn't remove his attention from the naughty boys.
"I don't have twins, my good friend. I cannot deny I am eager to see their antics. In all accounts I have heard of them, they sounded very well-behaved."
"It also depends on who you are asking," Elrond added. The twins, barely waist0high of an adult Elf, struggled with the pail between them, its contents slushing over the edges. Neither of them noticed their audience of a father and his friend on the high balcony.
"Do they usually do this?"
"Not usually," Elrond shook his head. "But sometimes the need strikes them."
"The need, indeed. Will they truly do it?"
"It depends on how quickly their mother catches them."
"And you will not stop them?"
"Children are children," Elrond waved a dismissive hand. "I sometimes feel the twins are too grave for their age."
"I believe you weren't well-informed of the role of a father."
Elrond threw him a merry wink but otherwise stayed silent. Any burst of mirth will instantly alert the females seated below them, calmly sewing and chatting amongst themselves. None of them were aware of the upcoming danger.
Elrond and Thranduil were both perched on the high balcony. The Ellyth were seated in a circular, brown-tiled ground, dug deep in the ground with only stairs as an entrance. The twins were on higher ground and between themselves, they were reasonably quiet. Tired, the twins set down the pail and proceeded to drag it through the grass.
Until they spilled the contents of the pail over the edge.
Screams of dismay filled the air. Fabric flew everywhere. Some Ellyth were untouched, with only a spray of dirty dishwater on their clothes. Others were completely drenched.
"They spilled dirty water on my wife," Thranduil said mildly. Truly the queen was absolutely soaked through. Elrond stifled his laughter.
"'Threw' is a better word." Elrond choked back another laugh. His shoulders shook in mirth. CelebrÃan climbed the stairs and marched to her sons purposely.
"No fury shall match the fury of a mother," Thranduil murmured. "Does it mean if we witnessed the twins' mischief and did nothing for it, that we too are the culprits?"
"I would imagine," Elrond managed. "Although, perhaps, I will make no mention of this if you will keep out silence."
Unable to contain himself, Thranduil suddenly laughed. All eyes below them fixated on them. The Queen of Greenwood looked annoyed.
"Oh dear," Thranduil's voice was faint. His wife strode up the stairs and disappeared into the building where they were. CelebrÃan released the twins and followed her.
"Do you believe we should run?" Elrond asked belatedly.
"I highly advise we should run!"
Author's Note:
Yes, yes, I am alive. And I will try to be more nice and punctual in the future. ;)
As of now, this story will not always follow my universe, BUT some of the chapters will.
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