Day 31 - Deja Vu All Over Again
Title: Deja Vu All Over Again
Author: Grundy (jerseyfabulous)
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Disclaimer: All belongs to Joss and Tolkien. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Dawn may be in Aman now, but some things haven't changed.
Word Count: 525
Note: Sorry to end Fic A Day with another short snippet, but time difference + long working day + insanely troublesome internet connection = short and sweet. For those wondering about what came after the piece I posted yesterday, watch this space next week, when I am back to something like a normal schedule and normal net access.
Glorfindel blinked when he tuned in on what his daughters - and, of course, Galadriel’s granddaughter - had just told his youngest cousin. Happy as he was for the youngster to have kin close to his own age, he could wish that said kin were a little less prone to take advantage of the trusting nature of Anairë and Nolofinwë’s son.
Glorfindel poked his head around the corner.
Anairon’s eyes were wide and guileless, totally believing everything his new cousins told him. He was now eying the half-eaten slice of fruit before him with caution.
Glorfindel shot his daughters a reproving glare. Califiriel looked somewhat abashed, but Tasariel saw nothing wrong. She and Tindomiel were two of a kind when it came to pranks.
“I would have thought you had learned your lesson about playing jokes with food, Tindomiel,” he admonished.
She rolled her eyes.
“Honestly, are you still holding a grudge about that? That happened when Estel was little. It’s not like you didn’t recover - and it wasn’t even like he meant it to be that bad! Even Erestor can take a joke, and if you look up serious in the dictionary, it has his picture!”
At Glorfindel’s stern look, she sighed.
“Anairon hasn’t even eaten a seed yet, so it’s not like he needs to freak out.”
“Why would you even tell him such a thing in the first place?” Glorfindel demanded. “Just because watermelon is new to him doesn’t mean you should try to scare him!”
“Is it really such a serious concern, cousin?” Anairon asked. “It sounded as if I would be safe so long as I don’t swallow any of the seeds.”
Glorfindel pinched the bridge of his nose. And to think he had entertained the notion that Elrond was bringing his least troublesome child with him to Aman.
Tindomiel sighed.
“Killjoy,” she muttered at Glorfindel. “Anairon, we’re kidding. The seeds won’t actually grow in your stomach.”
“It is a California tradition to tell young ones it will, though,” Tasariel said. “Uncle Xander told us the same thing when we were only five, much younger than Anairon, and we were not damaged by it, Atto.”
“It’s unusual to swallow a seed anyway,” Tindomiel added. “Most of the time you notice the seed and spit it out.”
“No seed spitting contests,” Glorfindel admonished, having once come across the three girls engaged in that activity, and having visions of his Aunt Anairë sharing her thoughts on his daughters introducing her son to such an unprincely pastime.
“And no more jokes with food,” Glorfindel told his daughters sternly.
Catching an unholy gleam in Tindomiel’s eye, he realized that he had just left a loophole a mile wide. His daughters usually being less devious than Elrond’s, he wasn’t used to having to cover all eventualities yet.
“That goes for you also, Tinu,” he added hastily. “I will speak to your father to be certain. And under no circumstances are you to leave a hot pepper anywhere near someone who doesn’t know about them.”
“Yep, still holding a grudge,” was Tindomiel’s parting shot as Glorfindel strode off to find her parents. "Hey, Anairon, do you know about hot peppers?"
Author: Grundy (jerseyfabulous)
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Disclaimer: All belongs to Joss and Tolkien. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Dawn may be in Aman now, but some things haven't changed.
Word Count: 525
Note: Sorry to end Fic A Day with another short snippet, but time difference + long working day + insanely troublesome internet connection = short and sweet. For those wondering about what came after the piece I posted yesterday, watch this space next week, when I am back to something like a normal schedule and normal net access.
Glorfindel blinked when he tuned in on what his daughters - and, of course, Galadriel’s granddaughter - had just told his youngest cousin. Happy as he was for the youngster to have kin close to his own age, he could wish that said kin were a little less prone to take advantage of the trusting nature of Anairë and Nolofinwë’s son.
Glorfindel poked his head around the corner.
Anairon’s eyes were wide and guileless, totally believing everything his new cousins told him. He was now eying the half-eaten slice of fruit before him with caution.
Glorfindel shot his daughters a reproving glare. Califiriel looked somewhat abashed, but Tasariel saw nothing wrong. She and Tindomiel were two of a kind when it came to pranks.
“I would have thought you had learned your lesson about playing jokes with food, Tindomiel,” he admonished.
She rolled her eyes.
“Honestly, are you still holding a grudge about that? That happened when Estel was little. It’s not like you didn’t recover - and it wasn’t even like he meant it to be that bad! Even Erestor can take a joke, and if you look up serious in the dictionary, it has his picture!”
At Glorfindel’s stern look, she sighed.
“Anairon hasn’t even eaten a seed yet, so it’s not like he needs to freak out.”
“Why would you even tell him such a thing in the first place?” Glorfindel demanded. “Just because watermelon is new to him doesn’t mean you should try to scare him!”
“Is it really such a serious concern, cousin?” Anairon asked. “It sounded as if I would be safe so long as I don’t swallow any of the seeds.”
Glorfindel pinched the bridge of his nose. And to think he had entertained the notion that Elrond was bringing his least troublesome child with him to Aman.
Tindomiel sighed.
“Killjoy,” she muttered at Glorfindel. “Anairon, we’re kidding. The seeds won’t actually grow in your stomach.”
“It is a California tradition to tell young ones it will, though,” Tasariel said. “Uncle Xander told us the same thing when we were only five, much younger than Anairon, and we were not damaged by it, Atto.”
“It’s unusual to swallow a seed anyway,” Tindomiel added. “Most of the time you notice the seed and spit it out.”
“No seed spitting contests,” Glorfindel admonished, having once come across the three girls engaged in that activity, and having visions of his Aunt Anairë sharing her thoughts on his daughters introducing her son to such an unprincely pastime.
“And no more jokes with food,” Glorfindel told his daughters sternly.
Catching an unholy gleam in Tindomiel’s eye, he realized that he had just left a loophole a mile wide. His daughters usually being less devious than Elrond’s, he wasn’t used to having to cover all eventualities yet.
“That goes for you also, Tinu,” he added hastily. “I will speak to your father to be certain. And under no circumstances are you to leave a hot pepper anywhere near someone who doesn’t know about them.”
“Yep, still holding a grudge,” was Tindomiel’s parting shot as Glorfindel strode off to find her parents. "Hey, Anairon, do you know about hot peppers?"