JRR Tolkien - Sons of Elrond - prompt 20
*Title: Just a Nap
*Author: Minuial Nuwing
*Contact: minuial_nuwing@yahoo.com
*Website: First Light - http://geocities.com/minuial_nuwing/
*Update list: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/first_light_reflected/
*Fandom: JRR Tolkien
*Characters: Elladan, Elrohir, Glorfindel
*Type: FPGen
*Prompt: 50passages: 20 - When he woke up the sky above was dim, not lighter but darker than when they had breakfasted. ~~ Fanfic100: 073 - Light
*Word Count: 300
*Rating: G
*Summary: A nap on the way to Lórien.
*Disclaimer: Only the quirks and perversions are mine. Everything else belongs to the creator-god of Middle-earth, J.R.R. Tolkien. I am awed by his gifts and humbled by his vision. I promise to clean them all up and return them with smiles on their faces when I am done playing!
*A/N: A triple drabble for kitty279, who wanted elfling twins.
Just a Nap
Elrohir was not really sleepy. But Nana had insisted, because she said neither he nor Elladan had slept a wink the night before, and she was not going to arrive in Lórien with two grouchy elflings and an aggravated husband, besides. So, after a breakfast so late it could have nearly been lunch, they stretched out on a blanket in the cool grass to take a quick nap. Elladan had gone to sleep without a single word - the silly baby - but Elrohir laid awake, watching the clouds go by, until...
When he woke up the sky above was dim, not lighter but darker than when they had breakfasted. And the ground was moving beneath him! Elrohir tried to sit up, but he was caught in the blanket and he thrashed about wildly, only vaguely aware of the mumbled oaths rising from behind him, until large hands closed on his shoulders and shook him gently.
“’Rohir! Be still!”
Elrohir blinked owlishly, tilting his head to look up at Glorfindel, who was smiling at him with only the slightest hint of exasperation. “You are going to unseat us both, young one,” he said mildly, pushing the silken fabric of his cloak back from Elrohir’s shoulders.
Elrohir looked around in dismay as Asfaloth snorted his agreement. Elladan’s pony walked right beside them, Glorfindel’s watchful eye on her progress and a gloating elfling on her back. Elrohir’s own mount walked placidly along behind Elrond, the lead line more habit than necessity.
Glorfindel smiled sympathetically. “Did you have a good nap?”
Elladan, however, saw no reason for niceties. “You slept all day!” he sang out, one tiny brow arching smugly. “Now who is a baby?”
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The Seriously Huge Table
*Author: Minuial Nuwing
*Contact: minuial_nuwing@yahoo.com
*Website: First Light - http://geocities.com/minuial_nuwing/
*Update list: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/first_light_reflected/
*Fandom: JRR Tolkien
*Characters: Elladan, Elrohir, Glorfindel
*Type: FPGen
*Prompt: 50passages: 20 - When he woke up the sky above was dim, not lighter but darker than when they had breakfasted. ~~ Fanfic100: 073 - Light
*Word Count: 300
*Rating: G
*Summary: A nap on the way to Lórien.
*Disclaimer: Only the quirks and perversions are mine. Everything else belongs to the creator-god of Middle-earth, J.R.R. Tolkien. I am awed by his gifts and humbled by his vision. I promise to clean them all up and return them with smiles on their faces when I am done playing!
*A/N: A triple drabble for kitty279, who wanted elfling twins.
Just a Nap
Elrohir was not really sleepy. But Nana had insisted, because she said neither he nor Elladan had slept a wink the night before, and she was not going to arrive in Lórien with two grouchy elflings and an aggravated husband, besides. So, after a breakfast so late it could have nearly been lunch, they stretched out on a blanket in the cool grass to take a quick nap. Elladan had gone to sleep without a single word - the silly baby - but Elrohir laid awake, watching the clouds go by, until...
When he woke up the sky above was dim, not lighter but darker than when they had breakfasted. And the ground was moving beneath him! Elrohir tried to sit up, but he was caught in the blanket and he thrashed about wildly, only vaguely aware of the mumbled oaths rising from behind him, until large hands closed on his shoulders and shook him gently.
“’Rohir! Be still!”
Elrohir blinked owlishly, tilting his head to look up at Glorfindel, who was smiling at him with only the slightest hint of exasperation. “You are going to unseat us both, young one,” he said mildly, pushing the silken fabric of his cloak back from Elrohir’s shoulders.
Elrohir looked around in dismay as Asfaloth snorted his agreement. Elladan’s pony walked right beside them, Glorfindel’s watchful eye on her progress and a gloating elfling on her back. Elrohir’s own mount walked placidly along behind Elrond, the lead line more habit than necessity.
Glorfindel smiled sympathetically. “Did you have a good nap?”
Elladan, however, saw no reason for niceties. “You slept all day!” he sang out, one tiny brow arching smugly. “Now who is a baby?”
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The Seriously Huge Table