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Title: Super Nanny in Middle Earth (#3681)
Author: sivan
Chapters: 3
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Archive: Tolkien
Category: Crossovers
Description: Crossover with Super Nanny
Lord Elrond seeks aid when his son’s behaviors were not in control, and found that he is not alone. King Thranduil needs aid too, and Haldir needs to control his brothers as well. Is there any hope for them? Note: No Arwen in the story.
Chapter 3 is Up!
Published: 05 Jan 2008
Updated: 07 Feb 2008
Warnings: Angst/Humor? Fluff, eye tearing? OOC. OC’s. AU
Type: General
Characters: Jo Frost; Elrond; Estel; Twins; OC's, Thranduil; H
Chapter 1 - Part 1: Chaos, Chapter 1
Title: Super Nanny in Middle Earth
Author: Sivan Shemesh sivan325@walla.com
Beta: Tena
Rating: T
Warning: Angst/Humor? Fluff, eye tearing? OOC. OC’s. AU
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. I just borrowed them for a life’ experience. And I don’t own Super Nanny, Jo Frost owned her self, I just playing along.
Spoiler: Total AU. Crossover with Super Nanny.
Summary: Lord Elrond seeks aid when his son’s behaviors were not in control, and found that he is not alone. King Thranduil needs aid too, and Haldir needs to control his brothers as well. Is there any hope for them?
Note: No Arwen in the story.
Thanks to: Tena, Manon, Xena, The Huntress, Setare. Ria – for the beloved suggestion, it helps me a lot. To Leaf and Stone Yahoo Group Members.
A/N: This is my first crossover, and my first National Novel Writing Month, I do hope that enjoy read it, and please pay attention to the warning.
Part 1: Chaos
1.
Imladris
Lord Elrond woke to a beautiful day; he thought that the day would smile over him in peace… but the clouds soon covered the sun away, making Imladris to look dark even in the morning.
‘Please Valar, do not be cruel to me… all I ask is for some peace and quiet, nothing more, please hear my prayer.’ Elrond prayed hoping that his day would be better than the previous as he tried to discipline his elfling and the human boy.
Estel was a free spirit, and loved learning the twins’ new games.
Elrond watched with fear as the boy and the twins climbed up a tall tree, Estel was in the middle with Elrohir climbing first, and Elladan was in the rear, watching the boy and not letting him fall.
When they sat upon the branch, Elrond could felt his heart beating harder and faster. He watched each of them trying to walk upon the unsteady branch.
His heart missed a bit as he watched the boy fall upon the branch and hang by his hands, though his legs swung in the cold chili air.
“Hold still, Estel, I will catch you,” Elrond said to him.
Then with no warning the boy fell to the ground with helpless cry.
Elrond caught him and placed him softly at the ground, and then he yelled to the twins.
“Elladan, Elrohir, I will catch you,” Elrond said, hoping they would listen to him.
“Will you catch us, Ada?” Elrohir asked, as his older brother giggled.
“I will.” Elrond replied.
“Both of us?” Elladan asked, as both the twins now giggled. They seemed to have a hidden agenda against their helpless Adar.
“Aye, I will catch both of you,” he replied, and hoped that he would manage to do so.
“Are you certain? Adar?” Both of the twins giggled, daring their Adar.
“Aye, I will catch both of you…”
Then Elladan jumped, and Elrohir jumped right after his twin.
He caught first Elladan and put down his softly.
THUD!
Elrond could feel the weight of his elfling upon his back.
“That was indeed a great catch, hannon-le, Adar.” Elrohir greeted his Adar, and ran after his twin and the boy.
With heavy sigh Elrond walked toward the house, hoping that at least if he arranged a lunch break it might save everyone from the triple wrath and especially him.
But to his horror, the elflings and the boy ran after him into the kitchen, and scaring the maids who were cooking and making great tasty foods for all.
“Why? Why me?” Elrond called in his heart.
“My Lord Elrond,” the chief kitchen maid had no love for the twins or her lord’s foster son’s behavior. “Control them before they destroy the kitchen!”
Elrond only nodded, he was close to breakdown, and he knew it.
‘I am the Lord here; I should be the one with the power, not them, the orcling… no… no… wait… they are my orclings…’ Elrond thought sadly as he stared at the naughty ones who kept fooling around and disturbing everyone.
The elflings and the boy were running around and fooling with the elves, but mostly their Adar.
Elrond did not know what to do. He could feel how frustration grew in him, and he was angry with them.
The vein in his head started to throb as he glared at them.
“ESTEL, ELLADAN, ELROHIR, STOP!!!” Elrond shouted, but it seemed useless. The elflings and the boy continued to run, and it seemed that for Elrond there is nothing that he could do about that.
Elrond could feel himself growing inpatient and could felt his body go limp, as he collapsed on the ground. He prayed for the Valar to help him with them, as he had no power left in him.
The elflings and the boy took his power, as he collapsed on the ground.
~*~
Mirkwood
King Thranduil started suddenly thinking of his late wife, Süitruîn, but a sound of laughter caught the image of her in his mind.
Thranduil was angry at his son’s behavior; he thought that at least his son would have a great discipline and yet he seemed to have none.
King Thranduil broke the council he was in as he watched his son fooling the guards, which should be guarding his land.
Thranduil thought that he had taught his son to behave better than that, and now it seemed that the elfling just did what he wanted to do.
He left the council in anger, tried to control himself as he promised his late wife that he would watch him and always be there for him, and yet he seemed to be failing in this task.
“Princeling Legolas, stop it at once!” Thranduil warned him, but the elfling ignored him as he ran around the trees, or playing ‘Hide and Seek’.
Thranduil walked to the forest, his arms crossed together as he watched the movements of his son, running around as danger seemed unimportant to him.
The king feared losing his son as he had lost his Adar and his wife, he did not wish to lose his only heir.
Legolas, his elvish name is Greenleaf, saw his Adar coming to him. He laughed and believed that his Adar was playing with him. He ran to the far away tree and hid behind it; his head popped up now and then, to see where his Adar was.
“Greenleaf…” he called to the elfling.
Galdor, the guard, watched how the king tried to get control of his mischievous elfling without any success.
“Your Majesty,” he called to his king. He bowed, and then he added, “Let me help you with Princeling Greenleaf, Your Majesty, the Chief Counselors, seemed very angry at you for leaving them there.”
The king stared at his guard and nodded, “Hannon-le, and this elfling of mine needs to be tamed somehow, and still remain sweet and cute elfling as he is.”
“Then, your Majesty, wish me luck.” Galdor grinned to his king, and bowed again, as he left to catch the elfling.
Thranduil nodded, and then he walked back to the council, turning from one point or another to the forest, and hoped that the guard will tame his uncontrolled elfling.
The king sat back in his chair, glaring at the Chiefs, “Now you may continue, and if there is any problem each one of you will spend the night in the dungeon, understood?”
The Chiefs nodded in agreement, and re-started the issue they were discussing with the king.
Thranduil nodded at them and start to concentrate on the council discussion, as it involved the safety of his homeland.
In the meanwhile, Galdor tried to catch the elfling, but he began to tire and the elfling still ran as if orcs were chasing after him.
‘What will I tell the king? I failed him…’ Galdor thought, knowing the king would put him in the dungeon if he failed.
“OW…”
“Princeling Legolas…” Galdor hurried to him, his heart beating faster and harder as he feared that something had happened to the elfling.
Galdor ran trying to find him, worried that he was in pain. Then, he could see the elfling curled in a tight ball. Galdor’s heart stopped beating as he knelt by the elfling.
“BOO!” Greenleaf yelled at the guard, laughing at the frown and scared face upon him. And then the elfling ran away still laughing at the guard. Galdor almost cursed the elfling to scare him like this.
“Please Valar, help me before this elfling will be the death of me…” Galdor prayed.
~*~
Lothlórien
The March warden, Haldir, tried to do his best to finish his guard duty with out any problems. He watched the sky above him. He could hear their voices even if they seemed to be far away.
And everyday as he did his job, he knew that Lady Galadriel would call him and tell him that he was released from the guard, just to control his siblings before evil would approach Lothlórien.
His siblings, Orophin and Rúmil, had mischievous spirits; both of them could be the innocent one, or evil itself.
His brothers did not help him; they distracted him from his work as a guardian. He wanted to guard his homeland.
“You know what you have to do, Haldir, tame them before I will do something that I will regret…” Lady Galadriel spoke to Haldir, as another guard came and reached his point to release him.
Haldir sighed heavily, knowing that he should prepare to chase his siblings. He had to do it everyday.
He walked to the tent above the tree line where they lived.
“OROPHIN, RUMIL!” He called with firm and stern voice.
But the elflings did not stop, not at all, as they jumped from branch to branch letting the other elves stare at them with heavy glares and yet some with a frown.
“That is it,” Haldir said to himself, glaring at the jumping elflings, “I give you till the sun goes down, hope that I will catch you soon, or I have no idea what I will do to you, actually, there is no guarantee of what I will do to you both.”
He could hear them laughing, and yet all he could do just watch them, till he moved to the tree where they sat and laughed at him upon the highest branch.
He climbed up the tree, and tried not to fall as he could feel something hitting him. He dared not to look up, as the hit was too much for him.
Apples thrown by his mischievous brothers, hit him and made him angry. It was worse than being hit by an enemy.
He knew that enemies could miss and he could shoot at them and killed them, but dealing with his brothers, as he loves them, his heart only ached at the thought of hurting them, which he could not.
He could feel his hands slipping as a couple of apples hit his head. He cursed them for aiming so well.
Lady Galadriel would be pleased if they would finally grow up and be of service to her. Their skills were good. But no, he decided to climb up to them and let them aim at him right away.
Haldir seemed helpless, as once he reached the branches they were on, they seemed to vanish from his eyes as the wind blew his face.
The March warden could feel how the vein near his neck began to throb. He was furious with them, and yet he knew that he could do nothing to stop them and he did not want to hurt them.
Haldir set himself upon the highest branch and tried to find where his siblings jumped.
His heart missed a beat as he noticed Orophin and Rúmil near to his lord and lady’s house.
He climbed down quickly, trying to catch them before they popped their heads in the house.
“Haldir, I thought that I told you something… if you will not succeed, you and your brothers are banished, and you may not return until I will see for myself that their behavior has improved.” Haldir bowed his head.
‘What the worst that could happen to me?’
He watched the sky, noticing how quickly it had grown dark.
“You became a great guard here, but I am afraid you and your siblings are banished. You may come back when they have manners.”
Haldir sighed in defeat, walked toward their tent, collected their packs, and waited for them to appear.
His siblings came together at the opening of the tent, staring at their big brother with their packs.
“Gwador?” Rúmil asked, staring at his big brother.
“We are banished, brothers, check quickly if I miss anything, and let us go. We must new house to live in.” Haldir replied with firm voice.
His brothers did as they told, and from time to time, they watched their brother.
“You took everything?” Haldir asked, noticed their hands full of things.
Both of them nodded.
Haldir left the tent that used to be their home, walking with slumped shoulders; his siblings walked on each side.
~*~
Imladris
At night…
Lord Elrond let himself relax as he watched his elflings and the boy go into their room for the night. He could see they were exhausted, even the boy yawned.
Elrond walked to each bed, knelt beside it, and kiss them on their forehead.
Their faces were so cute as he watched them. ‘My orclings are everything to me. I love them, but I do wish them to be cute and sweet and not act like they did today.
He really hoped that tomorrow he could handle them with firm and steady hands.
Elrond walked to the doorframe, watched them as they slept, and then he departed from their room, leaving the door half open. Estel was still afraid of the dark. He walked back to his own room, and then he closed the door after him.
He lay on the bed, his head on the white pillow, thinking of his elflings and the boy. He knew that the boy had a great spirit, and his land seemed to be happy, and yet in terror of them.
Then he heard them shout. “ADA!”
‘I wonder what happened now.’ Elrond sighed as he left his bed, headed to the door, opened it, and walked down the hallway where the twins and Estel were together.
Menace. Just like that.
The boy was near at the door when he opened it. He knelt beside the boy, opened his arms, and took him in.
He raised him from the floor and walked over the bed, setting him on the bed, he hurried back to the door, hoping that was the only time.
As soon as he put Estel down, Elladan started crying, and then Elrohir.
‘No… saes, not again…’ Elrond prayed for the Valar.
“ADAR!” The twins cried, and the boy started thrashing around in the bed, and then threw the pillow at his foster Adar.
“ELLADAN, ELROHIR, ESTEL. GO TO SLEEP AT ONCE!” Elrond shouted at them; he could not take it anymore.
The twins and Estel continued to cry, all of because his shouting.
Elrond could tell he was about to breakdown and lose his temper, so he ran from the room, slamming the door and returned to his room, where he locked his door.
He fell asleep with his eyes wide open, and his dreams fill with his sons and his foster child.
~*~
Mirkwood
At the same time…
King Thranduil finished the council, and departed from it. He nodded to the Chiefs, and then walked to search for his guard and his elfling.
He hoped that his elfling would not cause any problem, nor found himself in trouble.
“Greenleaf, where are you?” Thranduil softly called, and added, “Are you not tired, ion-nin?”
Galdor appeared from the woods. The king stared at him, and became speechless.
Thranduil gathered himself, and asked the guard, “What had happened to you, mellon?”
“Your son, your Majesty,” Galdor bowed, and then collapsed, falling upon the green ground.
“What did he do now?” Thranduil asked, as he was soon near the guard, helping him to gather himself.
“He scared me, my King, I thought that he was hurt, and then he shouted at me and ran away, I could do nothing,” Galdor replied, “Forgive me, my King, but you have a very naughty mischievous elfling.”
“There is nothing to forgive, my friend, and I appreciate you trying to help. Many other guards have tried before you, but I do have a cute elfling that I keep deeply in my heart, though I might send you with a message to Lord Elrond. I think I will ask him for help, for he deals with twins sons and a boy. He may know better than me.” Thranduil thanked the guard.
“That is probably a great idea, your Majesty,” Galdor seemed to agree with the king’s idea, and added, “He might figure out a way to control them.”
“Aye he might,” Thranduil rubbed his chin, and then turned his face back to the woods, noticed his elfling just staring at him, “Ion?”
“Ada… where were you been? I missed you…” Greenleaf asked his Adar, and Thranduil noticed how innocent his son’s face appeared.
“I missed you too, ion-nin,” Thranduil opened his arms, letting the elfling jump on him, as he softly said to him, “Easy, ion, easy…”
“I love you, Adar.” Greenleaf leaned his head upon his Adar’s shoulder.
“I love you too, ion-nin,” Thranduil softly said to him, and then he walked back to the palace inside the cave, carrying his son all the way.
He could hear that his son’s breathing changing, and wondered, ‘What made you so tired, ion-nin? I was barely at your side, even playing with you.’
The king entered the palace, still holding his princeling securely in his arms. He walked down the long hallway, and then he sighed heavily before he opened the door to his bedroom, where he held a tiny bed, next to him, to keep him safe and close like in his heart.
He laid him on the bed, then Thranduil sat on his bed and watched the elfling as he slept.
‘He is so cute… I am lucky to have him.’ Thranduil thought and smiled at his precious elfling.
“Ada?” Legolas’ voice woke him from his thought.
Thranduil went to his son’s bed, his hand brushing his golden hair, “What is it, ion-nin?”
“Read me a story, Ada…” Legolas asked with pleaded voice.
“What kind of story did you have in mind, my golden child?” Thranduil asked softly, staring at his son’s blue eyes.
“Any story, Ada,” Legolas replied with pleading eyes.
“Well, then, ion, I will tell you a story about your naneth,” Thranduil said, as he stroked his son’s cheek, and started his tale.
“I missed nana, Ada…” Legolas said to his Ada, and could feel the tears leaving his sea blue eyes.
“Ion, do you wish me to tell a story about her?”
“Nay… I will keep her in my heart; tell me another story, ada.”
“Well, my sweet ion, I will tell you a story about spiders.”
“Once upon a time, before you were born, I walked to the forest with my Adar to see the beauty of nature. Everything was blooming, it was a delicate sight; red and purple flowers appeared near the bushes, the rays of the sun touching my face. It was like the sun smiled at me. And my Adar told me about the birds, and the flowers. We even had our own tree in the main forest, and it is the most beautiful tree I ever saw.
Adar and I walked deep in the forest, and my hand almost became caught in the spider web. Adar held my hands, and told me to beware, as spiders are evil creatures, once they find you, you can do nothing.”
“What happened next, Adar?” Greenleaf asked, his blue eyes locked on his Ada, he was tense and wanted to know what would happen next.
“I moved my legs toward the tree and fell down on the ground…” Thranduil replied and then he was being cut off by his elfling.
“What cause you to fall, Ada?”
“There was a trap that the guard hid under the green leaves, and my right leg stepped on it. I could feel my Adar’s hands shoved me away from the trap, but unfortunately, my hand was caught by a spider web.”
“How did your Adar release you?”
“He removed his knife from the sheath of his leg, moved the blade around my hand as he cut the spider web, and took me from there before the spider could appear.”
“That was a great story, Adar…” Greenleaf said and let his dreams come to him, as his hand lay still on his Adar’s chest.
“I know.” Thranduil whispered and laid Greenleaf’s hand at the side of the bed, taking the white blanket and covered his son’s body, letting the blanket warm his child.
Then he walked toward his bed, and his mind settled back to the times when he and his Adar spent time together before he departed to the Last Alliance War, against Sauron.
“I missed you, Adar…” Thranduil could feel the tiredness come over him, and soon slipped into a restless night as he did miss his wife too.
~*~
Somewhere on the road from Lothlórien…
At night
Haldir took the lead as he headed north to Imladris, hoping that Lord Elrond might advise him of what he should do with his naughty siblings. He hoped at least that maybe the lord may have found a cure to this menace the siblings created in the quiet environment.
“We need to find a place we can sleep,” Haldir told them. He smiled when he noticed them holding each other hands.
He could felt their hands upon his clothes, “What is it?”
“What if some orcs attack us?” Rúmil asked.
“Then I will kill him, my brothers; I will not let any evil creatures lay their hands or teeth on you,” Haldir replied.
His siblings started to shake, Haldir noticed them, “What is it, Orophin, Rúmil?”
“What if they are watching us now, waiting for the right moment to eat us?” Orophin asked.
“Then, my little brothers, we need to find a place for the night while I watch over you, and kill who ever wants to kill us.”
“Where are going, Haldir?” Rúmil asked.
“To Imladris, where the twins are and the boy.” Haldir replied, “You remember Estel and the twins?”
“They are our good friends; I cannot wait to see them, Haldir…” Orophin cried of joy.
“Me too,” Rúmil agreed with his brother.
“Come, my brothers, let us find a good place to stay in for the night,” and then he walked toward the woods to Imladris. “The sooner we go, the sooner we will be in Imladris, and you can play with your friends, so I do not want any problem with you sleeping, all right?”
Both of them nodded.
Haldir could see with his keen eyes, a place where they could stay for the night. He led them over, opened their packs, and put them slept on the bedroll while he watched them and scanned the area looking for any danger.
TBC…
Chapter 2 - Chapter 2
Super Nanny in Middle Earth 2
See in previous chapter: Summary, Disclaimer and Warning.
Beta: Oli
Elvish – English – see at the end of the chapter.
Part 1: Chaos
2.
~~*~~
Mirkwood
At morning…
King Thranduil sat beside his desk, and started to write a letter to his friend, Lord Elrond of Imladris.
“Dear mellon-nin,
Elrond,
I am in need of your help, though I do hope that you now have control of those elflings of yours, and even the foster boy you have.
My elfling seems to have evaded all the guards who were guarding him, I could see the light of hope, fading from them, as they tried to catch my sweet princeling. He loves to run.
Though I have no problems getting him to sleep as he dearly loves the stories I tell him.
Let me know, mellon-nin, how do you control them, so I will know how to control mine.
SÃlo Anor bo men lÃn,
Thranduil,
Your friend,”
“Galdor,” he called once he finished writing it, “Take it straight away to Imladris, no stop, stay there, until you have an answer.”
Galdor nodded, taking the message in his hand, “I will do it, my King.”
“I know, now go.”
Once the guard left, King Thranduil left his room, down the long Hallway, searching for his elfling, while wondering where he went so quickly.
“Princeling Greenleaf, where are you?” Thranduil called, teasing, hoping that he would see his son’s head popped up, and yet, he did not show.
‘Maybe he is out, in the forest…’ Thranduil said to himself.
He headed outside to search for his elfling, hoping that he would find him, not wishing to find him in danger.
Thranduil heard the gallop of a horse, he saw how fast Galdor vanished from sight. The king smiled, the guard knows how terrorizing the elfling could be, and yet how cute he could be.
“Greenleaf, where are you, ion-nin?” Thranduil asked, still hoping that his ion hadn't found danger, it would break his heart so much to see his ion hurt.
Thranduil walked toward the lines of tree, thinking his ion might be hidden behind any tree.
He hope that Legolas would not go far, he knew how dangerous the wood was, there were more creatures deep in the forest, that lurked and waited as a perfect hunter to hunt the helpless prey. He knew it, but the princeling, did not.
“Greenleaf?” he called, and yet there are no sign of him.
Thranduil felt his heart missing a beat, praying to the Valar that his elfling did not go far, or he did not know what he would do.
The king gathered two of his guards, and they walked toward the forest, the guards unsheathed their swords, as they walked in front of the king, watching for any signs of the princeling, and yet there was no sign of him.
~*~
Imladris
Same time…
Elrond heard a loud and repeatedly noise at the door, he yawned, and left the bed, forgotten that he had locked the door. He unlocked it, and opened the door, and saw only a boy there.
“Estel, good morning my child,” Elrond greeted him softly, and then added with curiosity, “Where are your brothers?”
“In the breakfast room…” the boy replied and then, he flees from his father’s eyes.
‘Should I be prepared to hear some shouts because of them?’ Elrond asked himself, sincerely hoping that he would not. He already felt that he was losing his nerves, and hoped that King Thranduil managed somehow to pull some control of his son, much better than him.
Elrond sighed heavily, as he walked toward the breakfast room. He could hear laughing, and once he passed the door, he felt something wet hit his face.
He moved his hand to his face, feeling the wet substance upon his finger, looked at it and saw it was cream and proceeded to place his finger in his mouth, then proceeded to clean his face in this manner, then more food hit him again, this time upon his robes.
“FOOD FIGHT!” He heard Estel call, as he and his brothers started to hit everyone in the breakfast room with food, even the maids, seemed astonished, and wore frowned looks upon their faces.
‘Oh Valar, why?’ Elrond prayed wishing that he would get some answers.
He tried to hide, but he got himself hit again in his face. He moved his fingers, to taste it. It was caramel apples, it was sweet, he needed to remember to tell the maids to add it to any breakfast, as he enjoys the sweet taste of it.
“I hit Ada, did you see it, Elladan? I hit Ada” Estel giggled and hid with the twins.
“I see it, little brother,” Elladan said to him, and squeezed the boy’s shoulder, and then added, ”You aim good, Estel, good work.”
Estel’s face beamed with his brother’s words.
Elrond heard them. He smiled, he was glad that the twins were there with the boy, and they completed each other, from attitude to fewer manners, as it appeared to be.
The lord walked toward the table, as he needed something which he could use to hit his sons, or maybe one of his lords, that now were hidden somewhere in the breakfast room.
He took the apple cake in one hand, and then he took the chocolate cake in the other.
Elrond turned around, his eyes scanning the area, he grinned, he just noticed, Lord Erestor, and by his knowledge, this special elf, was always found near books, never in other elf’s company, telling jokes or spending some time with his sons.
He took aim, and shot the chocolate cake upon the librarian elf, hitting him straight in the face, he grinned as he noticed the frowned look upon Erestor’s face, and then he ducked when he heard Glorfindel shout for, “FOOD FIGHT.”
Elrond turned his head back at Erestor, noticed how his face was changing, from frown to anger, he whispered, “Oh dear, what have I got myself into?”
He threw the apple cake toward Erestor, noticed his advisor smirk at him, he warned him, “Erestor, behind you!”
Lucky for him he was right, as Lord Glorfindel hit Lord Erestor with vanilla cream, and apple cake on his clothes.
Elrond walked behind a chair, and ducked down, as fast as he could, feeling his clothes were wet and sticky.
“I am so in need to a wash myself and a change of clothes.” Elrond sighed.
“LORD ELROND, WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?” The Kitchen Chief maid, shouted at the hidden lord, once she got into the breakfast room, only to find lots of mess and food thrown all over the room.
But before lord Elrond could do anything, a chocolate cream flew toward the Kitchen Chief maidג€™s face.
Elrond could hear the twins giggled, and heard the words.
“Nicely done, Elrohir, you shot at her good,” Elladan congratulated his other half, and then he added, “I wonder why she shouts at Adar everytime, I love Adar.”
“I love him too.” Elrohir said, and his face lightened thinking on his twins’ words.
“Me too.” Estel said, and then he took a cookie, and aimed it at the Kitchen Chief maid, and shot at her.
He shot her in her nose. She cried as she felt it, and then she stared at the boy who started the menace for all the mess in the first place, she knelt beside apples she saw on the floor, she smirked.
Elrond knew about the danger coming, it was an evil look; he could see it, in her green eyes, as he watched her from the chair he was hiding behind.
"Elrond, look out!” Glorfindel warned his lord, as he noticed how she aimed at Elrond.
Elrond could hear the apple smash at the chair where he was hidden, what remained of the apple wet his hair.
The lord knew that he should thank to the Balrog Slayer once it was all over.
But for the Kitchen Chief it isn’t over.
Elrond knew that he should find a new place to hide. He whistled to his sons, and then crawled at them, and felt the remains of the apples around him. She almost got him.
'I am in so much trouble... oh wait, my sons... how do I get them to shower, if I know them right, they will be the death of me... I am in so much mess...' Elrond thought, as he kept crawling to his sons’ side.
"My Lord Elrond...” she grinned, taking aim at him, and shot another apple at his exposed body.
'It hurts... how could one apple hurts so much?' Elrond asked himself, and tried to get away from her as soon as possible.
"Ada, come to us...” Estel called softly, while Elladan picked up something from the floor.
Elladan was angry, his half could feel his anger, and he too picked up something that he saw from the floor.
The twins aimed it at the Kitchen chief maid, and shot her, while their Adar reached to them, to their safe place
Elrond could hear her screaming.
"My Lord Elrond, I cannot take it anymore...” she said with frustration, glaring at where she saw him hiding with his sons.
Elrond sighed heavily, and then he decided to act like a leader, and stood, facing her, and said with firm voice, "They are only elflings, children to your eyes...”
"They? And what about you, and about the other lords?” she asked, staring at him with a deep glare.
"We are all just having some fun with them, just like you when you also took a part of it.” Elrond replied to her.
He could see that she seemed confused, and added, “See for yourself, look around you, what do you see?”
The Kitchen maid, look around her, noticed the lords whom were now standing and staring at her.
"And don't forget that you too, took part of it.” Elrond stared at her, giving her a look.
The kitchen maid nodded, and then spoke to the lord, she said her suggestion, “At least punish them, by making them clean the breakfast room.”
The twins and Estel heard the word 'punishment' and hurried outside the room with no sound.
Elrond saw them, and smiled. Then he turned around, calling for Lord Erestor and Lord Glorfindel.
Both of the lords came to him.
"Lord Erestor and Lord Glorfindel will help you to clean the breakfast room,” he said to her, noticing the unexpected look upon his friends' face, he grinned, and added, “They are young, cleaning is not a great punishment to them, and beside, I need to search for them right now, and to wash them because of the food fight.”
With that, the lord left the room.
"This is not over, my lord...” she said in loud voice.
Elrond heard it, and ignored her remark.
"You are safe, my sons,” Elrond called softly, hoping that his sons would show their faces, and then he added, “It is time to play with the water...”
Elrond could hear someone talking; he walked toward the corner and heard.
"But I do not want to play with the water now, it will make me sleepy...” Estel said with a pleading voice to the twins.
"Then come, little brother, let us have some fun... first...” Elladan suggested as he smiled at the boy.
Elrond walked toward their conversation, and said with teasing voice, ”No, you do not, wash yourselves and then playing...”
"Only if you catch us, Ada.” Elrohir grinned and ran away, awaiting his brothers at the other side of the hallway.
"Oh... I hate this game...” Elrond gave up, knowing that all Imladris parts, will taste good, as his three sons were covered from head to toe in chocolate cream and apple pies.
~*~
Back to Mirkwood
King Thranduil could feel his heart beating faster and harder, as a memory came into his mind of the scene of last night as he told his princeling about his encounter with spiders, as well as with spider webs.
‘Oh Valar, keep my elfling safe…’ Thranduil prayed and then he ordered the guards, “Over the Spider webs!”
He could see the frown upon their faces and then how they changed to determination, they walked towards the webs hoping that the Princeling wasn't there.
~*~
On the way to Imladris…
Haldir woke to a beautiful day for once, as his siblings did not cause him any trouble with sleeping, he guessed that it was because they were heading toward Imladris.
“Orophin, Rúmil, come, my brothers, let us walk to Imladris… let me take your packs.” Haldir told them softly.
The elfling gave their packs to Haldir, and each took Haldir side, in case evil appeared, and tried to steal them from their brothers.
There was a strange noise… and Orophin and Rúmil nearly jumped into Haldir’s tunic.
“Easy, brothers, let us go.” Haldir told them, as he continued walking as if nothing else mattered, though his keen ears were on guard, waiting to hear any evil.
They went fast as they could, and Haldir could sense so much fear in his siblings, as he hurried too.
Screams, loud screams filled the area of all the sudden, and Haldir found them surrounded by filthy orcs.
“Orophin, Rúmil,” Haldir said, “Take any rock that you see, and throw it at the orcs, but do not, and I repeat, do not leave my side!"
His siblings nodded, gathered as many rocks as they could find, and then they watched how their big brother took his sword out, and started hitting one after the other of the orcs that wished to hurt him and his brothers.
He smiled when he noticed how every rock that his siblings’ shot got his target.
Haldir killed the orcs as his brothers had beaten them down.
He felt good with himself as the danger faded, and they all walked away.
“Haldir?” Orophin asked, and when he noticed his big brother attention on him he continued, “Did you see us, did you see how we shot at them?”
“I saw it, and I am proud of you two, as I could not win if you were not on my side.” Haldir admitted and patted their shoulders softly.
“Hannon-le, Haldir, we love you.”
“I love you too,” he said to them, and then he added, “Come on, let us continue before more of the filthy orcs come to hunt us.”
~*~
Back to Imladris
Elrond tried to reach his sons whom disappeared from his sight, as he wanted them to wash themselves at least, as they were dirty.
Elrond left the house, and went searching in the garden, noticed only Lindir sitting there wearing a calming face.
The lord went to him, to ask, if he might have seen his sons.
Lindir watched the lord as he came, and stood.
“Is there anything that I can help you with, my lord?”
“In a matter of fact, I need your help, mellon-nin.” Elrond replied to his question.
“What is it then, my lord?” Lindir asked, as his face lightened to hear that his lord needed his help.
”You find the twins, while I look for Estel, all of them including myself, need to wash ourselves.”
”I understand, My Lord.” Lindir said and bowed to the lord.
Elrond stared at him with a frowned look, not knowing why this young elf, was still appointing him “My lord?” and bowed to him. He needed to do something about it, later.
Elrond sighed heavily, and went back to the task, searching for Estel.
Now he wondered where this boy could be. He knew that he might be near the twins, as they could not be separated from each other.
He walked to the river, hoped that he would at least find some trail.
Elrond busied his mind, and did not noticed that there was a walking bush following him, and he did not noticed tiny hands that pushed him into the river, until he could feel the water filling his body.
“I found them, my lord.” Lindir came with joy, but did not see the lord.
”My lord?” he called.
“I know that, hannon-le, mellon-nin, you can continue on your reading.” Elrond released him.
Then he turned at the walking bush, and yelled at them, ”ELLADAN. ELROHIR. ESTEL! GET INTO THE RIVER, OR I WILL GET ANY ELF I SEE TO THROW YOU INTO THE RIVER WHEN THEY SEE YOU! NOW!”
The twins and Estel looked at each other, and each jumped into the water, splashed their Adar more, and started to play with him.
Then Estel swam with the help of the twins to his Adar, and asked innocently, “Ada, did I do something wrong? Do you hate me?”
“I do not hate you… you just surprise me… that is all…” Elrond replied, as he stared at his sons, and then he collected a long shaped leaf, and started to clean the food from Estel wet clothes.
When he was done he did the same with the twins’ clothes.
“Who will wash your clothes Adar?” Estel asked.
“I will give it to the kitchen maid as my punishment to her, ion-nin.” Elrond replied.
Estel giggled and the twins joined his brother.
"Now, after you all soaked with water, I need you out of the river to dry yourselves, I do not wish you or Estel to get sick, all right?” Elrond asked them, his eyes scanning the twins and the boy's eyes, to see if they understood what he asked them.
The triple nodded.
Elrond walked to the river edges, as he helped to his son to get out of the river, he asked their help.
“Elladan, Elrohir, help your Adar…” Elrond asked.
Estel whispered something to Elrohir, while Elladan tried to help his Adar, but it was without any success, as Elrond was pulled back to the water, and stared at his older son with frown, “Elladan, ion-nin, did you do it in propose?”
“Nay, Ada,” Elladan answered innocently, ”You were too heavy…” and then he could see the twins and the boy ran away, laughing as they went.
‘I need help…’ Elrond said, as he puts his hands on the edges and pulled himself from the river.
“My lord,” the young elf called to him, as he handed him a towel, “Are you all right?”
“Hannon-le, Lindir,” Elrond thanked and sighed, “I will be all right…or one of them will be ill soon, if he will not listen to mג…”
”Who, my lord?” Lindir asked.
Elrond ignored the elf’s question.
“Lindir,” Elrond said, and added, “I need to talk with you…”
”What is it, my lord?” Lindir asked, and sounded tensed and yet curious.
“Walk with me to the house, mellon-nin,” Elrond said to him, as he walked he dried himself as much as he could, and let the sun do the rest, until they got to the house.
Elrond thought he could hear his son laughing, and giggling.
There is nothing that he could do about them now.
”Come my friend,” Elrond said, as he could barely feel Lindir’s presence, “I will speak to you now, come along.”
Lindir hurried after his lord to the house. Thinking of what his lord wished to speak with him about, he hoped not to watch his sons… they were a menace.
Elrond walked with Lindir toward his room, as he passed in the hallway, which by now had been cleaned. Elrond turned his head, and noticed the smile upon the kitchen maid, and then he moved toward his room.
Once he closed the door after him, he stared at the young elf, and said, “Lindir, mellon-nin, you can called me as my name that my Adar gave me, and just call me Elrond, and not bow to me, as you are my friend.”
“I… I can do it, my lord.” Lindir said unconsciously.
“Lindir?” Elrond warned his friend, hearing the formal again.
“Forgive me, my friend.” Lindir apologized.
Elrond waved his hand over him, “I know, I know… you can go now, and if you see my sons, by any chance, bring them over if you can.”
“I will do it, Elrond.” Lindir said, noticing the smile upon the lord’s face, he smiled and left the room.
Elrond nodded and sat on the bed, sighing, remembering about how the day started.
~*~
Galdor pushed his horse harder, as he rode, Mirkwood disappearing behind him, as he headed toward Imladris with hope that indeed the lord could handle his own, to help the king deal with his elfling.
The guard did hope that his king and the princeling were all right.
~*~
On the way…
Haldir could hear the gallop of a horse… he was curious. And yet he could feel his siblings, fear.
He hid with his brothers behind a tree, as he watched how the horse rode toward the woods of Imladris.
He wondered if there was something wrong.
“Come on brothers, let us walk fast, see what is happening in Imladris, I do hope that nothing has happened.” Haldir said to them.
Haldir sighed in relief as he could see the boarder from a far… he thanked the Valar, and hoped Elrond would help him to control his brothers.
~*~
Back to Mirkwood…
The king was getting more anxious as time went by, and he dearly hoped that his son had not come up against any problem or got himself hurt.
“Owe…” they heard a weak voice from near the spider’s webs.
Thranduil’s heart missed a beat, as he recognized his son’s voice. He hurried toward the sound.
Nothing had prepared him what he saw.
TBC…
SÃlo Anor bo men lÃn - May the sun shine on your road (Taken from the Council of Elrond website)
Hannon-le - Thank you
Chapter 3 - Chapter 3
See Disclaimer & Summary and Warning in First Chapter.
Beta: Oli
Note: Elvish – English – see at the end of the chapter.
Chapter 3
Back to Imladris…
Lindir hurried to the lord’s room as he noticed the rider’s clothes.
“My Lord Elrond, My Lord Elrond…” Lindir called time after time, and Elrond could hear him before he entered the room.
“What is it, Lindir?” Elrond asked.
“A messenger, from Mirkwood, here, my lord…” Lindir said, wanting to add more, but was cut off by his lord’s attitude.
When Elrond heard this he rushed out of the room, Lindir just managing to pull to one side out of the way then he followed his Lord.
As Elrond left the house, he found himself staring at Galdor, Thranduil’s Royal guardian.
“Galdor,” Elrond called, looking at the guard, he could see that something was up, “What is wrong?”
“Lord Elrond, I have a message from My King... Elrond, it is urgent!” Galdor replied, and handed him the message.
“Lindir,” Elrond called to the elf who stood behind him, “Lead Galdor to the guest room, and alert the maid to bring him some food.”
Lindir nodded, and waited till the guard dismounted from his horse, settle his packs, and then he led him inside the house.
Elrond sighed heavily, and began thinking of the worst that could happen to him.
He walked back inside the house, wondering about the unopened message in his hands. Not knowing if he should indeed open it. He had lots of troubles with his sons already, and he dearly hoped that nothing wrong had happened to his friend and his son.
He walked to his room, sat behind the desk beside his bed, and opened the message.
“Dear mellon-nin,
Elrond,
I am in need of your help, though I do hope that you now have control of those elflings of yours, and even the foster boy you have…”
Elrond’s eyes opened wide.
Thranduil seemed to be asking him for his help with his princeling, he wondered of what he should do, and was afraid to read the rest of the message.
But eventually he read on.
“… My elfling seems to have evaded all the guards who were guarding him, I could see the light of hope, fading from them, as they tried to catch my sweet princeling. He loves to run.
Though I have no problems getting him to sleep as he dearly loves the stories I tell him.
Let me know, mellon-nin, how do you control them, so I will know how to control mine.
Sםlo Anor bo men lםn,
Thranduil,
Your friend,”
Elrond bit his lip, not knowing of what he should do next, he knew that Thranduil waited for his answer, but he had none to give, he wished though that he did.
In that moment when Elrond decided to write back his reply, a knock was heard.
“What is it?” Elrond called, and stared at the door.
He sighed in relief when he saw Lord Glorfindel staring at him.
“Elrond, are you expecting any guests?” Glorfindel asked, noticing the frown that spread on his lord and friend’s face, he added, “Haldir and his brothers just came, and his siblings are calling for your sons…”
“WHAT?” Elrond asked, he was beginning to get angry, it was slowly spreading through his body, Glorfindel could see it.
“You need to see it, Elrond.” Glorfindel said in calm voice.
Elrond left the room with haste as Glorfindel tried to follow him, he could see the agitation in his friend’s face, and hoped that nothing had happened in Mirkwood, as he too saw the guard appear.
He stood outside, feeling the fresh air blow on his head, clearing his mind, and the anger dissipated awhile, he took a deep breath, and stared at the view in front of him.
He heard his sons laughing, he sighed and stared at them, he could see how his sons were still wet, and he thought that it was because they were spending more time in the shade, than the sun.
Elrond hoped that the boy would not get sick; he worried about him, and did not wish him to be sick.
“Haldir,” he said to the elf in front of him, “What are you doing here with your brothers?”
Haldir sighed heavily, and then he answered, “Lady Galadriel banished my brothers and I because of their manners, and I came here for your help, my lord.”
Elrond could feel Imladris around him darken, and asked himself, ‘Why? Why me?’
“My Lord, have I done something wrong?” Haldir asked as he noticed how Lord Elrond, being not himself, worried that he might the cause of it.
Elrond breathed deeply and slowly before he replied to the March warden, “You did nothing wrong, though I think that I could use your help too, as I need with mine…”
Haldir stared at the lord, noticing the despair in his eyes, he said with determination, “I will help with yours, and you will help with my brothers, I just hope that it will work.”
“Why?” Elrond asked with curious.
“Because my brothers can shoot at far off target and hit it.” Haldir mentioned.
“Oh Valar, how did I get myself into this mess… why me?’ Elrond prayed as he raised his head to the sky, staring at the image of a beautiful day in front of him,
“Hide, Haldir, hide…” Elrond shouted at him, as he himself tried to find a place where he should hide. As did Lord Glorfindel.
Strawberries and apples started to hit them. Some of the fruits missed them, and with that Lord Elrond was satisfied, as he had enough from the morning food fight, and now it was happening all over again.
“That was close, my lord.” Haldir said, as he ducked when he noticed an apple aimed at him.
Elrond grinned, saying nothing, more concerned about the apples that were thrown at him.
“Ow!” Lindir gasped in pain as he felt the hit.
“Lindir, duck!” Elrond ordered him.
“Who hit me, Elrond?” Lindir asked, as he knelt beside Lord Elrond.
“Lindir, my dear mellon, have you met Haldir?” Elrond asked him, as he pointed to the March warden who was hidden in the doorframe.
“Nay, I am afraid.” Lindir replied, and stared at Haldir, both of them nodded and took sight of each other while they remained hidden from the flying fruits.
“Now that you met each other, how are we going to deal with them?” Elrond asked, he turned around and questioned Lord Glorfindel, “Where is Lord Erestor?”
“In the library, Elrond…” Glorfindel replied.
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Mirkwood, yet, again…
Thranduil stood closed to his son’s limp body, his heart beating faster as he stared at his precious elfling lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood.
“Nay… why Valar, why?” He cried, as he moved his hands touching upon the cold and yet warm skin of his son.
Legolas stirred then gasped from pain, “A-da?”
“Aye, it is I, ion.” Thranduil replied, taking his son’s body in his arms, and then he barked to one guard, “Bring the healer here, and more guards!”
The guard nodded, and ran toward the palace, as he tried to avoid any unwelcome creature.
“Oh… my sweet elfling, what got you and harm you so badly?” Thranduil wondered as in one hand he started brushing Legolas’s hair.
“Ada… help… me…” Legolas said, not looking at his Adar, and Thranduil had become worried.
“If I knew where and by who…” Thranduil sneered, and then softly he placed his hand upon his elfling’s cheek and rubbed it softly, and kept saying, “Stay with me ion-nin, I am here now… no one will hurt you…”
Thranduil had wondered who will hurt such a harmless and cute elfling, and leave him to die.
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Imladris...
The fruit fight seemed to end lightly, as he heard another voice.
He hoped that nothing wrong had happened.
Elrond was not sure if he heard it right, and then he heard it again.
Sneeze
Sneeze
"Oh Valar, what now...?” he asked as he stared at the sky, only to notice that that the daylight was fading.
"My Lord Elrond,” Haldir called, noticing the lord staring at the elfling, and added, “I hope that my brothers did not cause another problem, as we do not have any place to stay.”
Elrond broke his gaze, and stared at the elf, and finally spoke to him, “You are welcome, and you are not banished because of them, though we should find a way to tame them.”
"Hannon-le, Hir-nin.” Haldir thanked him, and noticed, yet again, that the lord stared back at the elflings, and the boy.
Sneeze
"Glorfindel, I need you to get boiled water, a warm bed, and new clothes to Estel, while I, Haldir and Lindir will try to catch them.”
"I understand, mellon-nin.” Glorfindel said, and left them.
“Elrond, what is going on?” Haldir asked, not knowing what was going on around him.
Elrond stared at the elf, as he answered, “Estel, is a child, and humans can catch lots of illnesses…”
“Such as?” Haldir asked.
“Sickness, allergies, and more…” Elrond replied.
“And what do the twins do while you are taking care of the boy?” Haldir asked, curious.
“One of the lords play with them, keeping them occupied until Estel is properly able to play with them.” Elrond replied, as he walked toward the boys.
“Elrond, mellon-nin, do you think it is safe for us to walk to them like this?” Haldir asked, and then he added after he noticed the angry expression upon his face, “I mean, look at them, they still wish to hit us…”
Elrond smiled at him, and said, “It will hurt, but the boys health may last for days, so let us catch them and allow all to have a peaceful nights rest.
“I understand, mellon-nin.” Haldir said, and then he headed after Lord Elrond to catch the elflings, so they could bring the sick boy to the house and heal him.
The elflings and the boy saw Lord Elrond and Haldir coming for them, and started to run toward the river. The elflings ran, but the boy fell upon the ground and started coughing.
The twins ran back to their little brother, each one of them held him as they continued to run away from them, catching up with Haldir’s brothers, and continued toward the river.
‘Not again…’ Elrond thought, while noticing them walking to the river, knowing that is not what the boy needed.
“We must hurry.” Elrond said to him, heading toward the river, only to feel tiny hands pushing him toward the river, again.
Elrond was angry, wrong, the lord was fuming, and set his eyes on the elflings in front of his eyes, though he was pleased to see that Haldir caught them in firm hands, but Estel was not with them.
“Where is Estel?” Elrond asked, his heart starting to beat harder and faster, hoping that nothing wrong had happen.
The twins did not know, as they shook their heads, and all of the sudden, another cough was heard.
Elrond pulled himself from the river, and hurried at the cough weak sound, noticed the boy, lying on the ground, and coughing non-stop.
The lord knelt beside him with fear in his eyes; he took the pale wet boy into his arms, and then he turned around, noticing that he was not alone.
“Lord Erestor?” Elrond asked, as he was stunned to see the advisor, standing there.
The advisor, only nodded, saying nothing to the lord, he gave him a faint smile as he saw how pallor the boy became.
“Haldir,” Elrond said, catching the guardian’s attention, he added, “You and Lindir will watch upon the elflings, while I, Glorfindel and Erestor will take good care of the boy, they need to change clothes, I will let the maids knows to make beds more for you and your brothers, including food.”
“Hannon-le, Elrond.” Haldir thanked, and watched how Elrond and Erestor walked and talked to the boy till they got home.
“ELLADAN, ELROHIR… COME WITH ME…” Lindir screamed their names, he could barely feel their presences, though Haldir’s brothers had vanished.
“Look for your brothers, mellon-nin, while I take these back to the house. I have a feeling that they are hungry,” he said to Haldir, and then he turned his attention towards the twins, and asked them, “Are you hungry, young ones?”
The twins nodded in agreement, and followed Lindir as they walked to the house.
Haldir spotted his brother hiding behind a bush. He coughed and let them know that he was behind them.
"Come brothers, the packs are near the house, we have a place to live.” Haldir said encouragingly with a large smile on his face.
"Aye, you have,” he said and added softly, “And you can play with the twins, until Estel feels better.”
"What is wrong with Estel?” Orophin asked.
"He is human, and humans from what I heard from Lord Elrond are very prone to sickness.” Haldir replied.
Haldir stared at his brothers, and saw them nodding with understanding, and added, “Come, let us settle and eat something.”
His brothers cheered and followed him happily toward the house.
Once they entered the house, maids who asked after their health, and their needs surrounded them.
"Oh... more elflings,” The kitchen maid mutters, and added after the glare she received from Glorfindel who was near, “What do you love to eat?”
"Tell her.” Haldir replied as his eyes set upon Rתmil and Orophin.
He smiled as he heard their answers.
"I want cherry pies.” Rתmil said.
"And... I want strawberries pies, and apples pies...” Orophin added.
The kitchen maid turned to ask Haldir, who simply answered her, “Whatever you will make it will be my honor to taste, and I am certain that it will be delicious, my Lady.”
She blushed, saying nothing, but left to go to the kitchen.
"You did good, Haldir,” Glorfindel smiled as he said it to him, and continued, “If Elrond knows about it, he will keep you by his side each time he needs to go to the dinner room, mellon-nin.”
Haldir blushed.
TBC…
Hir-nin - my lord
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