Aug 24 - Not Quite According To Plan
Title: Not Quite According To Plan
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Disclaimer: All belongs to Whedon & Tolkien. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: While Anariel was off to see Nerdanel, the twins 'distraction' is not working out quite like they thought.
Word Count: 775
Note: Will try for something longer tomorrow, but I'm beat tonight.
Elladan glanced at his brother.
The idea that he and Elrohir showing up at the King’s House in Tirion a day early would be a sufficient distraction wasn’t entirely inaccurate - only the part where his sister had thought her absence would not be noticed.
Nor was that their only miscalculation.
None of them had stopped to consider that Anairë was not their only grandmother here.
They’d discovered that not long after they’d been admitted to the royal complex shortly after sun-up. They hadn’t actually planned on how to get in, so they’d settled for the simple expedient of waiting until the gates were opened and asking to see Mirifinwë - a name they fortunately remembered at the last minute, as their first impulse was still to say Erestor.
The looks they’d gotten from the guards were none too impressed. The one taking them into the palace showed no sign of knowing who they were, and Elladan was on the point of suggesting that any worry about being recognized was overblown - until a somewhat familiar face had appeared.
Is that not the pilot from Alqualondë? Elrohir asked in some confusion. Why would she be here?
Whatever the reason, she brightened at the sight of them.
“What a pleasant surprise!” she exclaimed. “And just in time for breakfast!”
“I’ll take them from here, thank you,” she added firmly to the guard escorting them, who was now giving them a sideways glance.
The bow she rated from him puzzled both twins - it suggested she was someone important.
Nearly everyone important in Tirion was related to them one way or another…
“Only you boys?” she asked curiously. “Where are your sisters? Did Tinu bring you and then go back home?”
She had taken each of them by either arm and was now steering them firmly away from the public rooms. That part they didn’t mind, but not knowing who she was or where she was taking them was slightly unnerving.
“Nerwen!” she called merrily. “Look who I stumbled across!”
They found themselves in an airy breakfast room with their grandparents and another man whose hair was golden blonde.
You don’t suppose… Elrohir began.
“Emmë, I do believe you’ve surprised them,” Grandmother said, her face crinkling with amusement. “Darlings, that’s my mother who has you - and is unlikely to let you go anytime soon.”
Grandfather’s expression was a warning to go with it.
“But-” Elladan said.
“Piloting?” Elrohir asked.
“You didn’t think I’d trust anyone else with my great-grandchildren, did you?” Eärwen sniffed. “Especially the littlest one. Where is she?”
She looked hopefully at them as though their sister might be hiding under their cloaks.
Grandmother smirked.
“Visiting other grandmothers, I suspect,” she said. “If I said she had used some combination of things learned in Lothlorien and the Greenwood and some of her Slayer abilities to pick her way there, would I be near the truth?”
“Something like that, Grandmother,” Elrohir sighed.
“Sit, boys, and eat,” suggested the other man at the table.
“My father,” Grandmother clarified. “Atto, that’s Elrohir on the right and Elladan on the left - and Anariel seems to have stuck them with her luggage.”
Turning back to the twins, she added, “Luckily for you, Ingo and Amarië spent the night at their own house, or you’d be even more outnumbered.”
“I’m sure they’ll be along before long,” Eärwen said, guiding them to seats on either side of her. “You can’t have breakfasted yet. And I’ve a notion you’ll find it more restful to take your morning meal with us than Ana and Nolo.”
Neither twin trusted themselves to answer that. Elladan reached cautiously for a pastry, while Elrohir accepted a plate of melon from Grandmother.
“I think they believe you there,” Grandfather chuckled. “Relax, boys. You weren’t in a mood for people on the ship. Besides, if your great-grandmother didn’t introduce herself then, it wasn’t you her trick was aimed at.”
Eärwen’s laugh was astonishingly like Grandmother’s.
“Yes, but you can hardly blame me for being a bit miffed I was only meeting my son-in-law at such a late date - the pair of you still haven’t explained just what was so fascinating in the East that you couldn’t come to Balar, or manage to show up until right before the host of the West was to sail.”
Grandmother’s father chuckled.
“You’re about to send the poor boys ducking for cover, my love,” he said mildly. “At least let them get a few bites in first.”
I’m starting to think we would have been safer going with Anariel, Elladan told his brother.
Oh, I wouldn’t count on that, Arafinwë said genially. You have multiple grandmothers there too.
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Disclaimer: All belongs to Whedon & Tolkien. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: While Anariel was off to see Nerdanel, the twins 'distraction' is not working out quite like they thought.
Word Count: 775
Note: Will try for something longer tomorrow, but I'm beat tonight.
Elladan glanced at his brother.
The idea that he and Elrohir showing up at the King’s House in Tirion a day early would be a sufficient distraction wasn’t entirely inaccurate - only the part where his sister had thought her absence would not be noticed.
Nor was that their only miscalculation.
None of them had stopped to consider that Anairë was not their only grandmother here.
They’d discovered that not long after they’d been admitted to the royal complex shortly after sun-up. They hadn’t actually planned on how to get in, so they’d settled for the simple expedient of waiting until the gates were opened and asking to see Mirifinwë - a name they fortunately remembered at the last minute, as their first impulse was still to say Erestor.
The looks they’d gotten from the guards were none too impressed. The one taking them into the palace showed no sign of knowing who they were, and Elladan was on the point of suggesting that any worry about being recognized was overblown - until a somewhat familiar face had appeared.
Is that not the pilot from Alqualondë? Elrohir asked in some confusion. Why would she be here?
Whatever the reason, she brightened at the sight of them.
“What a pleasant surprise!” she exclaimed. “And just in time for breakfast!”
“I’ll take them from here, thank you,” she added firmly to the guard escorting them, who was now giving them a sideways glance.
The bow she rated from him puzzled both twins - it suggested she was someone important.
Nearly everyone important in Tirion was related to them one way or another…
“Only you boys?” she asked curiously. “Where are your sisters? Did Tinu bring you and then go back home?”
She had taken each of them by either arm and was now steering them firmly away from the public rooms. That part they didn’t mind, but not knowing who she was or where she was taking them was slightly unnerving.
“Nerwen!” she called merrily. “Look who I stumbled across!”
They found themselves in an airy breakfast room with their grandparents and another man whose hair was golden blonde.
You don’t suppose… Elrohir began.
“Emmë, I do believe you’ve surprised them,” Grandmother said, her face crinkling with amusement. “Darlings, that’s my mother who has you - and is unlikely to let you go anytime soon.”
Grandfather’s expression was a warning to go with it.
“But-” Elladan said.
“Piloting?” Elrohir asked.
“You didn’t think I’d trust anyone else with my great-grandchildren, did you?” Eärwen sniffed. “Especially the littlest one. Where is she?”
She looked hopefully at them as though their sister might be hiding under their cloaks.
Grandmother smirked.
“Visiting other grandmothers, I suspect,” she said. “If I said she had used some combination of things learned in Lothlorien and the Greenwood and some of her Slayer abilities to pick her way there, would I be near the truth?”
“Something like that, Grandmother,” Elrohir sighed.
“Sit, boys, and eat,” suggested the other man at the table.
“My father,” Grandmother clarified. “Atto, that’s Elrohir on the right and Elladan on the left - and Anariel seems to have stuck them with her luggage.”
Turning back to the twins, she added, “Luckily for you, Ingo and Amarië spent the night at their own house, or you’d be even more outnumbered.”
“I’m sure they’ll be along before long,” Eärwen said, guiding them to seats on either side of her. “You can’t have breakfasted yet. And I’ve a notion you’ll find it more restful to take your morning meal with us than Ana and Nolo.”
Neither twin trusted themselves to answer that. Elladan reached cautiously for a pastry, while Elrohir accepted a plate of melon from Grandmother.
“I think they believe you there,” Grandfather chuckled. “Relax, boys. You weren’t in a mood for people on the ship. Besides, if your great-grandmother didn’t introduce herself then, it wasn’t you her trick was aimed at.”
Eärwen’s laugh was astonishingly like Grandmother’s.
“Yes, but you can hardly blame me for being a bit miffed I was only meeting my son-in-law at such a late date - the pair of you still haven’t explained just what was so fascinating in the East that you couldn’t come to Balar, or manage to show up until right before the host of the West was to sail.”
Grandmother’s father chuckled.
“You’re about to send the poor boys ducking for cover, my love,” he said mildly. “At least let them get a few bites in first.”
I’m starting to think we would have been safer going with Anariel, Elladan told his brother.
Oh, I wouldn’t count on that, Arafinwë said genially. You have multiple grandmothers there too.