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finally grabbed the first fluffy off my laptop
This was written while I was in Denver, CO.
Fluffy fic #1 - Picnic
“How busy are you?”
Elrond contemplates the question, looking up at his wife. Little Arwen is balanced on one of her hips while Celebrian’s other hand is occupied with a picnic basket. He smiles, but frowns once he looks across the desk at Erestor. “We have quite a lot to get done yet today,” he apologizes.
Celebrian is about to give an understanding comment, but Arwen has a different idea. Her frown, her little pout, the batting of her dark lashes makes the corners of Erestor’s mouth turn up in a smile. “It can wait,” says the dark haired advisor, and immediately, Arwen smiles brightly.
“Ada, put your quill down, silly,” she calls out, being one of only two residents in the valley allowed to grace upon the lord of Imladris such a title.
“Here, silly, you can carry the picnic basket,” offers Celebrian, holding it out and giving her husband a wink.
Elrond gives a passing glance at Erestor, who is shuffling the papers on the desk, as he walks to the door. He sheds his formal robe to reveal much more comfortable attire- leggings and tunic. “What about-“ he begins to whisper, but Celebrian has already figured that one out.
“You, too, Erestor. Come along, do not make me drag you out.”
His smirk is concealed as he is faced away. “I suppose I could be persuaded.”
“The day is lovely,” she says, although there really is no argument. “Come, the tulips are in bloom. I packed seed cakes.”
As if he could be bribed in no other fashion, Erestor shoves the chair back and stands with a flourish. “Only if I might be allowed to escort the lovely lady Arwen to the picnic,” he says with a bow. He keeps his robes on as he holds out his hand, and the peredhel child nearly leaps to the floor from her mother’s arms, placing her tiny hand into Erestor’s palm. Everyone knows Erestor loves children; even the children do.
“Someday, one of your own, perhaps?” teases Elrond with a nudge as they head out of the door.
“I definitely hope so,” answers Erestor as the group begins their way down the hallway. Celebrian is on Elrond’s arm as he hums a playful tune; Arwen insists on swinging Erestor’s arm back and forth as they walk.
An impatient tapping of the foot greets them at the door. A grin comes from the other one. “And where do the four of you think you are going?” insists the elder, while the younger continues with the foot tapping.
“Are you coming, then?” Elrond obviously sees no reason to explain himself, and he keeps walking past them.
“Did Nana pack enough?” Elrohir is always worried that there will not be enough to go around, even though there is always more than needed.
Celebrian nods in the direction of the stables. “Should we ask Glorfindel to join us?”
The twins race ahead, eager to have their favorite teacher along. They find him in the stables, as expected, but Lindir and Melpomaen are with him.
Again, Elrohir raises his concerns, but instead of speaking, gives Elladan a sideways look. Elladan, ever the leader, takes the matter into his own hands. “We need to take a run up to the house quick for something, but everyone else is heading down to the Bruinen for a picnic.” Then, he runs off again, his brother tagging along after a shout of, “You better hurry up or you may not catch them!”
When the twins return with a second basket of goodies, they find that their sister has found that two elves are better than one, especially when you can get them to lift you up now and again and swing you back and forth. Glorfindel, as everyone knows, likes children, too.
Melpomaen has taken control of the picnic basket, while Elrond has begun the task of storytelling. The tale is one familiar to his sons, but they listen to him anyhow while Celebrian points out the perfect picnic spot. Lindir flutters a few notes on a flute that had been sticking out of his back pocket. The ‘First Family of the Last Homely House’ as many have taken to calling this group, sits down in the grass to enjoy the day.
Fluffy fic #1 - Picnic
“How busy are you?”
Elrond contemplates the question, looking up at his wife. Little Arwen is balanced on one of her hips while Celebrian’s other hand is occupied with a picnic basket. He smiles, but frowns once he looks across the desk at Erestor. “We have quite a lot to get done yet today,” he apologizes.
Celebrian is about to give an understanding comment, but Arwen has a different idea. Her frown, her little pout, the batting of her dark lashes makes the corners of Erestor’s mouth turn up in a smile. “It can wait,” says the dark haired advisor, and immediately, Arwen smiles brightly.
“Ada, put your quill down, silly,” she calls out, being one of only two residents in the valley allowed to grace upon the lord of Imladris such a title.
“Here, silly, you can carry the picnic basket,” offers Celebrian, holding it out and giving her husband a wink.
Elrond gives a passing glance at Erestor, who is shuffling the papers on the desk, as he walks to the door. He sheds his formal robe to reveal much more comfortable attire- leggings and tunic. “What about-“ he begins to whisper, but Celebrian has already figured that one out.
“You, too, Erestor. Come along, do not make me drag you out.”
His smirk is concealed as he is faced away. “I suppose I could be persuaded.”
“The day is lovely,” she says, although there really is no argument. “Come, the tulips are in bloom. I packed seed cakes.”
As if he could be bribed in no other fashion, Erestor shoves the chair back and stands with a flourish. “Only if I might be allowed to escort the lovely lady Arwen to the picnic,” he says with a bow. He keeps his robes on as he holds out his hand, and the peredhel child nearly leaps to the floor from her mother’s arms, placing her tiny hand into Erestor’s palm. Everyone knows Erestor loves children; even the children do.
“Someday, one of your own, perhaps?” teases Elrond with a nudge as they head out of the door.
“I definitely hope so,” answers Erestor as the group begins their way down the hallway. Celebrian is on Elrond’s arm as he hums a playful tune; Arwen insists on swinging Erestor’s arm back and forth as they walk.
An impatient tapping of the foot greets them at the door. A grin comes from the other one. “And where do the four of you think you are going?” insists the elder, while the younger continues with the foot tapping.
“Are you coming, then?” Elrond obviously sees no reason to explain himself, and he keeps walking past them.
“Did Nana pack enough?” Elrohir is always worried that there will not be enough to go around, even though there is always more than needed.
Celebrian nods in the direction of the stables. “Should we ask Glorfindel to join us?”
The twins race ahead, eager to have their favorite teacher along. They find him in the stables, as expected, but Lindir and Melpomaen are with him.
Again, Elrohir raises his concerns, but instead of speaking, gives Elladan a sideways look. Elladan, ever the leader, takes the matter into his own hands. “We need to take a run up to the house quick for something, but everyone else is heading down to the Bruinen for a picnic.” Then, he runs off again, his brother tagging along after a shout of, “You better hurry up or you may not catch them!”
When the twins return with a second basket of goodies, they find that their sister has found that two elves are better than one, especially when you can get them to lift you up now and again and swing you back and forth. Glorfindel, as everyone knows, likes children, too.
Melpomaen has taken control of the picnic basket, while Elrond has begun the task of storytelling. The tale is one familiar to his sons, but they listen to him anyhow while Celebrian points out the perfect picnic spot. Lindir flutters a few notes on a flute that had been sticking out of his back pocket. The ‘First Family of the Last Homely House’ as many have taken to calling this group, sits down in the grass to enjoy the day.