The Bridge
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Author's Note: Thank you for reading (and even reviewing) the previous two chapters! :) Here's the next chapter. Also, I might not be uploading stories that often from now, but there should still be chapters coming up. I won't leave this story hanging :)
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Chapter 2: Elrond
The twins and Estel were at the bridge again and Elladan had just spotted Lord Elrond strolling into the building, carrying some documents, blissfully unaware of the twin's plans. Elladan nudged Elrohir, who pointed at Elrond to his little brother.
"Ada's here, Estel. Remember, no jumping until we tell you to and until we let go of you, alright?"
Estel nodded quickly and climbed onto the railings.
"Ready? Okay, here he comes now, one, two, three!" At the count of three, the twins let go of Estel and Estel jumped.
"ADA!"
Elrond felt his heart stopped as he saw his youngest son fall off the bridge towards him.
He should have known. Should have known that the twins would recommend this to Estel when they knew Estel was old enough to land properly, yet still young enough to make adults worry.
Elrond, being the expert he was at these surprises (which was unsurprising, considering that he did had a few hundred years of practice at catching two elflings jumping off every now and then), quickly recovered from his fright and caught Estel firmly, swiftly and safely. The documents he was carrying did not even crease one bit.
The twins gasped.
"Wow, Ada. You are an expert at this," Elladan breathed. His respect for his father had just increased even more.
"Yes, Ada, your papers didn't even crease or fall onto the floor," continued Elrohir, totally awed by his father's gracefulness.
Elrond set Estel down gently and looked up at his sons, his eyes devoid of any emotion. He raised his eyebrows in a rather threatening way.
"Really, you two, I never thought you would endanger your brother's life like this," said Elrond seriously. It was never good when you know Elrond was probably fuming inside and yet still remained calm on the outside. The twins backed from the bridge a bit and prepared to run for their lives.
"They're not endangering me, Ada," came Estel's sweet little voice, "they said you would catch me, and they were holding me until you were right underneath me." The twins nodded hurriedly.
Elrond's glare softened a little, and he turned towards Estel. His face was still impassive, though inside he was glad and proud that his sons had so much confidence in him.
"It is still dangerous, Estel. And," he continued, turning to look at his twin sons, "since you two have so much time, please go to the Hall of Fire."
Two identical groans could be heard from the bridge.
"No Ada whyyyyy" started one of them.
"Another diplomatic talk again? You know I hate them," continued the other.
"They're so boring—"
"immature—"
"And we get nothing out of it," said both twins at once.
Elrond looked rather huffed.
"Of all the place you two choose to say this, you say it HERE, where we have meeting rooms and rooms for the delegates to stay. Alright then, either the Hall of Fire or the kitchen. To wash the kitchen utensils, mind you, not to eat. You choose."
The twins shot a miserable look at each other, then at little Estel who was happily giggling at their plight and at the thought that the Heirs of Rivendell have to, once again, do the tons of dishes for everyone. Oh, the kitchen crew have it so easy nowadays. Elladan and Elrohir have been practically stuck at the kitchen everyday as they got into some trouble or another with their youngest brother.
And, Elladan thought, rather annoyed, Estel somehow manages to give puppy eyes and escape this.
He wasn't going to escape this time, thought Elrohir.
"Ada," both of them said at once, "Estel was part of it too."
Estel stared at them , eyes as big and as puppy-eyes like as he could manage. That was uncalled for, however, as Elrond seemed to have no intention of punishing him.
"I'm going to take him to the healing room, just to check him out. Now off you two go."
The twins sighed and walked, defeated, off the bridge and into the kitchens as Elrond took his youngest son and walked him to the healing room. If Elladan and Elrohir had stayed, they would have seen a smile creeping out of Elrond's face, as he remembered the times his twin sons had done this and, though he would hate to admit it, brought much excitement to his life.
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