Disclaimer: I don't own Middle-earth - but maybe if I find the real version I might... but, oh well, until I do: Tolkien, keep what you've got in your hands, but lend me some of your characters to play with...
Somewhat a translated work. More or less translated from Sethur's "Eine Nachricht an Thorongil" ( fanfiktion. de)
This translation has been on my pc for years. Thank you to Schattenfell99 (and a certain pain in my neck who decided to show me Schattenfell99's review - I'm looking at you, Sethur ) who convinced me to post it.
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WITH THE TWINS
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The door to the rooms of the twins in Elrond's house crashed open loudly. Elladan and Elrohir looked up in surprise from their morning reading.
"Little Brother!" Elladan greeted the man who stepped into the room after a second that he needed to recover from his surprise. "It's nice to see you're back. I have a lot of things that I need to talk to you abou…"
"Do not do that again," Aragorn, Arathorn's son, forster brother of the twins, also known as Thorongil, interrupted him furiously.
"What did we do?" the twins asked confused.
"Sending tidings like those you did!"
"What did we send…?"
"Did you know that because of you Éomund nearly rode his horse to death?!"
"But why?"
"Perhaps it's because of your wording?!" Aragon countered. "Couldn't you at least send a message that won't be misunderstood by others?"
"Misunderstood by others…"
"First, you give me an account of my people and that things aren't going too well with them up here in the north and that the number of evil beings is increasing again – and then you report: Grandfather has indeed fallen?! How about 'Your prank suggestion worked, Grandfather has indeed fallen down?!' Don't you think that your sentences can be misunderstood in context?!"
"But you understoo…"
"And couldn't you say that 'Mother went home to her people'?!"
"Yes, sure, but…"
"And about Halbarad: just say that the child has gone alone to Ithilien because he wanted to be near me!"
"Hey! We didn't know that! We just knew that he vanished!"
"But, at least, you absolutely didn't have to put 'Father is ill. The days are numbered.' in a row! Or are you planning a family murder that I don't know about, yet?!"
"Er… no, of course not…"
For a moment there was silence between the three of them. A silence in which the twins looked down in embarrassment.
"Estel?"
"What?!" the little brother still didn't sound as if he was in a forgiving mood.
"We apologize. It won't happen again."
For a moment, the elven twins writhed beneath the penetrating gaze of their younger brother, but then he sighed and forgave them.
Again, silence occurred until Elladan finally took all his courage and asked the most important question.
"Well? Is Grandmother still furious with us?"
Aragorn raised an eyebrow.
"Are you telling me that – after you officially killed off most of my family for the King of Rohan and the Steward of Gondor and because of that convinced them to flood the north with soldiers that would have brought chaos and would have endangered us all, in the end – the only important question for you is if Galadriel will still hit you with a broom if you return to Lórien?"
"Being hit with a broom would hurt but…" Elladan defended himself.
"Grandmother has never hit us with a broom – the most she would do would be that she'd throw her mirror at us… and that one would hurt a lot more than a broom." Elrohir finished his brother's sentence.
Aragorn groaned and gave up.
His centuries old brothers would never grow up.
THE END
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Well, that's it. I hope you liked it.
Over and out.
Ebenbild