TM #30- Dream job
(ooc note- Elrohir is equal to about 4-5 years old in this)
"Ada, whatcha mean someday ‘Laden and I will rule Imladris?"
"Elrohir, you and your brother are my heirs. Someday, when I sail to Valinor, I will pass on the rularship to you two."
Elrohir looked up into Elrond’s eyes, a slight pout on his lips. "But…Idontwannarule..." he mumbled.
A confused look came across Elrond’s face, as he shifted Elrohir slightly in his lap, so the elfling would be closer. "Can you say that a little clearer ion-nin?" He held his younger son closely trying to erase the scared look on the child’s face.
"I don’t wanna rule." Elrohir buried his face in his father’s robes, scared of what Elrond’s reaction would be.
"Oh, Elrohir. You have many many years to understand this. Trust me, pen-neth, it is not as bad as you think it is." He lightly stroked the back of the scared elfling.
"Ada, I wanna be an istari, like Mithrandir."
"You are a peredhel therefore you cannot become an istari. Dreams are wonderful to play with Elladan, to pretend, but that is all it will be, Elrohir."
Elrohir looked up from with tears forming in his eyes. "You wrong Ada. Don’t wanna be a ruler, wanna be an istari." He squirmed from his father’s lap. "Will become one someday!" Then Elrohir ran off.
Elrond slumped in the chair and placed a hand on his forehead, wondering why did he ever want children.
Muse: Elrohir
Fandom: LotR
Word count: 234
"Ada, whatcha mean someday ‘Laden and I will rule Imladris?"
"Elrohir, you and your brother are my heirs. Someday, when I sail to Valinor, I will pass on the rularship to you two."
Elrohir looked up into Elrond’s eyes, a slight pout on his lips. "But…Idontwannarule..." he mumbled.
A confused look came across Elrond’s face, as he shifted Elrohir slightly in his lap, so the elfling would be closer. "Can you say that a little clearer ion-nin?" He held his younger son closely trying to erase the scared look on the child’s face.
"I don’t wanna rule." Elrohir buried his face in his father’s robes, scared of what Elrond’s reaction would be.
"Oh, Elrohir. You have many many years to understand this. Trust me, pen-neth, it is not as bad as you think it is." He lightly stroked the back of the scared elfling.
"Ada, I wanna be an istari, like Mithrandir."
"You are a peredhel therefore you cannot become an istari. Dreams are wonderful to play with Elladan, to pretend, but that is all it will be, Elrohir."
Elrohir looked up from with tears forming in his eyes. "You wrong Ada. Don’t wanna be a ruler, wanna be an istari." He squirmed from his father’s lap. "Will become one someday!" Then Elrohir ran off.
Elrond slumped in the chair and placed a hand on his forehead, wondering why did he ever want children.
Muse: Elrohir
Fandom: LotR
Word count: 234