Thank you SO much reviewers. *is eating reviews hungrily* I love you all! (platonic love, that is)
Ok. A few questions that have come up:
Elladan and Elrohir are mature, grown-up elves. Over two and a half thousands years at least. *mind boggles* I know they are acting slightly (slightly?! ok, extremely) immature...But hey - who doesn't feel like a kid when around kids?!(Besides, whatchoo expect from an authoress like me?) Just about everyone here is OoC, sorry apologies in advance,
The dialogue in the last few paragraphs of the last chapter was a little confusing, so I'll just tell you it was Elrond who suggested changing names, not Gilraen.
Questions: Do elves only get drunk on Dorwinion?
Can they get high? (on sweets, nothing druggy lol)
Profanity means a swear word right?
Let me know in reviews please!
Glorfindel watched Elladan pacing his room with a growing sense of alarm. The elf was a storming back and forth, muttering things about idiot younger brothers and foolish balrog-slayers. Elrohir had wisely removed himself from the room and was probably in his father's study. And the two twins were going to be taking care of Estel while his mother was shown around Imladris... Oh Valar...it was going to be a long day...
Elrohir came back at just that moment, distracting Glorfindel from his depressing thoughts and Elladan from his pacing.. "Ada says Aragorn is to be known as Estel from now on." Elladan choked and looked at Elrohir incredulously. "Hope?! Hope is to be his new name?!" He resumed pacing.
Glorfindel shook his head at Elrohir sternly. "What did I do?!" the younger elf protested. "I think it fits...in a way...if you have a very active imagination...Oh. I see what you mean."
Elrond eased himself around the door and turned to face his sons. "Estel has just had breakfast, Elladan, so he will be more cooperative than last night. Do not fear." After setting the boy in Elrohir's nervous arms, he beckoned Glorfindel outside. "I did not miss that small noise you made when Estel's name was mentioned. Would you care to explain?" Glorfindel gulped, and decided to pretend Elrond was just an angry balrog. "Well...Hope? Is that the first thing that comes to your mind when you think of that boy, mellon nin?" Elrond blinked. He hadn't really meant for it to be so...so amusing.
Elrohir looked at Estel. Uhh..."Hello, tithen pen." The little boy looked back solemnly.
"Hello 'Ro!" Is that it? No hair pulling, no squealing? Nothing? Elladan looked over at the two of them.
"Is that really so bad, Elrohir?" The younger twin winced. He hadn't realized he'd said that all out loud.
Estel calmly patted Elrohir on the head, and smiled at Elladan. Why were these big elfies not talking to him? "Story?" he requested.
Glorfindel and Elrond suddenly stopped talking. What was wrong? Glorfindel wondered. Then he realised. Silence. There were no joyful yells of Elvin twins in pain, no happy squealing of toddlers tormenting the innocent. Something must be wrong!
"...and the hazelnuts all jumped over the waterfall and found the berries living safe and sound in the magical rainbow world. The en-" CRASH! The storyteller found himself rudely interrupted by two frantic Elvin lords. "Are you safe, my sons?! Estel?!"
When the dust cleared and the red mist of war lifted (nah I'm just messing with ya). When everyone had righted themselves, and pushed various balrog-slayers, orc-smiters and Noldorian High Kings off themselves, two of them turned to stare at the other two.
"Ah...we'll be going now..." Elrond apologized sheepishly. Glorfindel, he noted, was of absolutely no use when it came to defending oneself against ones glaring sons. It so happened the golden haired warrior was occupied with other, more important matters. "Where's Estel?!" he cried. The four elves looked around in horror. "We had him safely before you intruded!" growled Elladan. He didn't pull my hair until you did either!
mellon nin - dear friend
Should I keep going? Reviews are rewarded with Estel-finding compasses! (Ok slightly PotC but oh WELL)