It was one of those quiet, lazy days – the sort of day that everyone
spent outside if they could and those who could not spent it in the open
areas of the house. Elrond and his chief of staff chose this option, and
were in a room with large open windows that faced the south and let in a
cool breeze. There was work to be done, but work that could be done
slowly- a thankful thing for the peredhel.
Elrond was lounging on a bench across from the window he favored that
overlooked a small pond flecked with the movement of small fish beneath
the lilies. He was quietly reading a document of some dull legislation
from an old tome. Although he would not admit to aloud, he had restarted
reading it a number of times after his thoughts wandered away from the
script. Sitting on the floor was one of his sons, Elrohir. It had been
Celebrian’s request that the twins spend a little time alone with each
parent, and so today Elrond had Elrohir and Celebrian had taken Elladan
out into the gardens to look for insects. Elrohir was humming to himself
and painting on the large sheets of paper, dipping his hands into the
various colors and scribbling them across the blank sheets.
Not more than a few feet away, Glorfindel sat in an overstuffed
chair, smoking a pipe which he sometimes did when he was thinking. He
was reading from the ledgers of the previous year, and was obviously
deep in thought. Not as deep in thought as Erestor, however, who was
concentrating so hard on his task that he did not notice he was mumbling
to himself about the trade negotiations with Mirkwood. Elrond smiled
behind his book, wondering if all full elves were this dedicated to
their strict tasks even at times when they were to be at leisure, or if
only this pair acted thus.
It seemed that Elrohir was picking up the serious vibe that the two
advisors were giving off as well, for he looked up at their frowns and
then to his father with a questioning look. Elrond gave a little shrug,
and looked back at his reading. It was then that Elrohir got an idea.
“Uh.. oh, Elrond?” asked Glorfindel suddenly as Elrohir climbed into
his lap and began to wipe his finger pants across Glorfindel’s tunic,
“Elrond? Do you know if this is washable paint Celebrian gave him to
play with?” Glorfindel set his pipe aside and gave Elrond a worried
Without removing his eyes from the page he was looking at and keeping
himself from smirking, Elrond responded with, “No idea.” Glorfindel
cringed as some dripped onto his boots.
Across the room, Erestor looked up and stopped his mumbling, blinking
at the sight. His mouth was still open, but it was turning up a little
at the corners. Elrohir was now painting a big yellow flower on
Glorfindel’s chest and orange happy faces around it.
“Oh.. my..,” sighed Glorfindel, who, as everyone knew, never had the
heart to scold children. Erestor simply snickered.
“You need to stan’ up,” instructed Elrohir as he climbed down from
Glorfindel’s lap. Glorfindel, at a loss for what else to do, stood up.
He placed his book onto the chair and allowed himself to be led to the
center of the room where the paint was. Elrohir pulled on his hand until
Glorfindel knelt down (now sporting a blue and green stripe on his arm)
and then started to hum as he dipped his fingers into the red paint.
Elrohir concentrated on making some interesting shaped blobs and
stick figures on Glorfindel’s back. Erestor cleared his throat, and when
the young peredhel looked up, he said, “I think you missed a spot.” The
counselor pointed to the spot in question while Glorfindel glared at
“Oh!” Very seriously, Elrohir dipped his fingers into the blue paint
and colored in a patch on Glorfindel’s shoulder.
“Lovely job. Quite excellent,” remarked Erestor, staying out of reach
of the paint.
Smiling, Elrohir pointed to different parts of his work. “It’s a
cloud! An’ see? There is Nana, an’ Ada, an Ewadan, an Gala an’ Gwanpa
Celebern an’ you, Tor, an’ Glor is protecting us all from dat nasty
“You have outdone yourself, penneth,” said Erestor as he nodded,
avoiding the narrow-eyed look Glorfindel was giving him. Behind his
book, Elrond still said nothing.
Beaming proudly, Elrohir continued, “An’ there is Legolas, an’ mean
Haldir an’ his broders in a tree house!”
“It’s a very nice treehouse,” Erestor commended.
“And there is ‘Ing Thwandooill being...” Elrohir scrunched up his
face trying to remember what he had heard said about the king. “Stubborn
an’ bubnoxious an’ foolish!”
Elrond’s gaze lifted over his book with a frown. “Elrohir! Where did
you hear that said?”
Elrohir’s big grey eyes went wide and he cowered behind Glorfindel,
getting small handprints on the warrior’s leggings. Despite this fact,
Glorfindel was grinning, and mouthed to Erestor ‘Now, where oh where
might he have heard THAT said?’
As for Erestor, he had taken his reading and walked with it to the
bookshelf, where things were suddenly much more interesting. “Children
say the darnedest things, do they not, m’lord?”
‘You are in trouble now,’ mouthed Glorfindel when he caught Erestor’s
gaze. Erestor mouthed back, ‘And you are covered in paint!’
Elrond snapped his book shut and turned to look toward his chief
advisor with an arched brow. “Children do indeed say strange things, and
they also have a gift for accurate quotations.”
Erestor shrugged sheepishly, attempting to hide behind the bookshelf.
“My, look at the time.. I really must be going..” he said quickly, but
Elrond had stood and was now blocking the doorway out.
“Somebody’s in trouble,” murmured Glorfindel in a low sing-song
Elrohir peeked around one of Glorfindel’s strong legs, getting a
green hand-painted print smudged onto his cheek. He glanced up at the
golden warrior and whispered urgently, “Did I get Masser Tor in
Glorfindel whispered back, but loud enough for Elrond to hear, “No, I
think he got himself there all on his own.”
Sternly, Elrond began to scold Erestor about setting a proper example
for the children – while Glorfindel lifted the little lad up behind his
father so that he could put pink paint into his Ada’s hair...