Téci melméva or love letters
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Adult ++
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Message number one
Title: Téci melméva or love letters
Author: Peniel
E-mail: familie@hetnet.nl (P.S. I am busy so it might take a while before I respond but I –will- respond. I love feedback)
Pairings: Elladan/? ; Elrond/Erestor ; Elrohir/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17 and -no- BSDM, Incest or character death
Summary: Elladan receives a anonymous love letter and more follow. He is determined to find out who wrote them. Elrohir is worried, for he fears one of their old tutors might be responsible. He soon finds himself wrong and aids his twin in his search. Will they find the author? Or will the author reveal his identity before they can? Read and find out…
Genre: AU; Romance; Drama; Angst
Warning: Highly AU.
Author’s notes:
READ BEFORE YOU START! (or not)
This tale is somewhat new to me (duh) in genre. I am trying something I’ve never done before. Normally I take you everywhere and give you more information than the characters have. But not this time:
Now we will follow Elladan as he searches his mystery love and watch as he and Elrohir learn more than they’d care to know. We will also see how the letters are written, but one thing will not be revealed and remain a mystery even to us: who is the author? Who writes these letters that are responsible for so much change in quiet Imladris?
And, dear reader, do you care, dare, to solve the mystery? Read and give it a short! I wish you the best of luck. Peniel.
More normal notes:
As you know I like to use a lot of Elfish in my tales for it increases the atmosphere I think. And though I have not been able to do so in my last two fics, I will increase the amount here. I shall have to, for I need to give you the letters in Quenya, which still is the language I understand best. I am hoping conversation will follow, for I still think using their language increases the sphere and puts you in the right mood.
Now I have nothing more to say than to hope I will be able to add a lot of translations after each chapter. Frequent readers already know how I do that and no, I will not change the way it is done. Partly because that will not be accepted by FF and partly because I want to have some sort of unity within the tales.
One more thing:
“ ” Indicates speech
/ Indicates thought
~~~~~~~~ Indicates a change in time or place
- - Emphasises the word(s)
` ` Indicates far speaking, speaking within the mind.
And sometimes ‘’ come up and they indicate mind talk. Like when you have a conversation with yourselfide ide your head.
Let’s go:
Chapter one Message number one
The day, already half spend, was warm and most inhabitants of the realm called Imladris relaxed and enjoyed the weather. Most, because in every place there are exceptions, and so there are some elves among the many who do not stop to enjoy the warm weather, but continue working.
One of them is Elrond, the ruler of the realm, who is trying real hard to catch up and finish today’s work load. Normally it would already be done, but he had helped the blond seneschal persuade Erestor after Glorfindel had come in, stating Erestor became to white and needed to be outdoors for a while. Occasionally Erestor’s happy screams reached his ears and he smiled, knowing he was suffering for a reason.
Two other elves that did not rest where Elladan and Elrohir. They were sparring and would not stop until one of them had lost. Needless to say they would afterwards fully enjoy themselves in the warm water of the Bruinen, swimming in the caressing water, rinsing the sweat outside instead of walking to their baths.
But there was another who was not enjoying this warmth at all.
The elf was pacing in his room, resembling a caged animal: back and forth, back and forth, back and forth… He’s been at it for several hours and any viewer would have gone insane just looking at him. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…
Suddenly, with the force of a tiger, he stopped and pulled back his chair. In the same movement he sat down and grabbed paper, ink and quill. The room filled with silence as he concentrated. Several papers were propped together and thrown away until his floor was littered with paper props.
He growled and threw back his chair. /I cannot do this! What was I thinking? He will laugh at me./ He walked away, but quickly turned back. /But I also cannot continue hiding anymore. But those two do not go together. Either I tell him and he’ll laugh or I remain silent still./
He sighed and sat down, staring at the writing equipment in desperation. ‘I-sanda i-tyeldimi mínëa ettúlënna, ion-nín. Oi enyala tana.’ He smiled at fathfather’s voice and nodded. “You were right, father, as always. The truth must come out. And so it shall.” /But he will not know it is me./ He smiled as he started writing, stopping only once.
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Elrohir grinned as he followed Elladan into their joined rooms and saw his elder brother fling himself at the bed. “Aiya, gwanunig tithen, I am so tired I could sleep twenty-four hours straight.” Elrohir laughed at his over exaggeration and shook his head, not even responding to the endearment any more. In the past it vexed him greatly, but nowadays he simply ignored it. “I suggest you delay your rest until after dinner or father will give you a full medical exam.”
Elladan laughed and turned round, facing his twin. “I shall try. Stay and keep me awake.”
Elrohir shook his head. “Nay, I want to write Rumil a letter. I’ve delayed replying for too long now.”
Elladan shrugged. “I am sure you know the letter by heart. Can’t you write it behind my desk? Please?”
Elrohir smiled and sighed. “Very well, I shall indulge you this time. Perhaps I should taloud oud while I write and thus keep you from your slumber.”
Elladan grinned. “Aye, do. That way I can add a few comments of my own.” He laughed when Elrohir threw him an accusing glance and rearranged his body in such a way he could relax and watch his twin at the same time.
Elrohir frowned when he sat down behind Elladan’s desk and his look became one of puzzlement. “Someone has been here.”
Elladan yawned. “Servants cleaning no doubt.”
Elrohir shook his head. “There’s a letter, addressed to you. I don’t recognize the hand.”
Elladan frowned as well and sat up right. “What? What is in it?”
Elrohir rolled his eyes. “Ni úná cendië técëlitya!”
Elladan grinned at his response but waved it away. “I am not expecting any news that should be kept from you, nor could I do such a thing should there be such information. I am too tired to read right now.”
Elrohir sighed dramatically and opened the letter. His eyes widened when he saw the contends and he gasped. A moment later his composition changed and he burst out laughing. “You got a secret lover!”
Elladan growled softly. “Elrohir! I am in no mood for jokes.”
Elrohir smiled and jumped on the bed beside his twin. “No joke, read!”
But Elladan was too tired to focus his eyes on the words and he shook his head several times, closing his eyes tightly, hoping it might bring back some focus. In the end he handed the later back to Elrohir. “Read it out. I can’t focus my eyes. I didn’t realise I was -that- tired.”
Elrohir’s look became concerned but mellowed a little when Elladan managed a real angry one in response. Elrohir took back possession of the letter and read it out to Elladan.
“Ni melda Elladan vanima,
Sóra ar yéni ni millë ar yestanë ten. Mitya vanesselya laintë nin ve úqua oi lertuva ar fëanya ná lauca oírë ellë ná sa. Cuilënya nánë nulla and iloi nauvan óla o’ istië i-cala, tenna ellë tullë.
Ni iloi lértëa quetës ten nan mitya ósanwënya mínëar mallë et. An tana ni quera teceti ar orántëan enten i-tengwarinnar, estelië te nair cólar mitya ósanwënyali tenna. Apsene nin i-lún ni mápëa ú hanto.
Nitya an oi.”
Elladan blinked when he heard the words and frowned. “Is there no signature?”
Elrohir shook his head. “Nay, there is nothing that can give away the author. Aiya, lá aira gwanunig, I am happy I am not you. What are you going to do?”
Elladan yawned and shrugged. “Ignore it. Without a name there is little else I can do.”
Elrohir nodded, staring at the letter in his hand. “I hope your mysterious elf doesn’t wait for a reply?”
Elladan laughed. “How would I send it? Just say it over dinner tonight: oh, by the way, I received a love letter today. I am flattered but who are you?… No, Ro, I will not do that. Are you sure there are no markers? Nothing written differently? I remember adar sometimes does that in the correspondence with Celeborn.”
Elrohir nodded and reread the letter, trying to find some hidden meaning, but he failed. He sighed. “The only thing we can conclude is that it didn’t arrive by messenger. See: it wasn’t sealed.”
Elladan groaned. “So it is an Imladrian elf. But the words don’t even tell me if it is a he or a she.”
Elrohir laughed. “Why is that your first concern? You should be more worried about what the author does than who it is.” He laughed at Elladan’s confused face and nodded seriously. “Did he or she plant the letter here him- or herself or did the author bribe someone to plant it here? In other words: how well does the author know us?”
Elladan stretched and left his bed, shaking his head to clear it. “I don’t really care, Ro. Whoever it is clearly desires for me not to know and there’s nothing in the letter to convince me to find out. Let’s prepare for dinner, shall we? I have no desire to have Glorfindel drag me there.”
Elrohir laughed. “Oh, relax, he’s never actually dragged us anywhere. Why do you always make things sound worse than they are?”
Elladan shrugged. “To compensate for your tendency to ignore things, I suppose.”
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Elrond smiled at the other elves at the table. Ever since he and Celebrían got wed they had been eating separately from the other elves, joining them only when there was a feast or some other reason to do so. That habit had never left again.
Elrond had needed time to adjust to this but now he loved it too much to change it again. Mainly because Celebrían had soon realised she could not have Elrond all to herself during dinner or it would drive the elflord insane. She therefore had one day invited the Chief Counsellor and Seneschal to join them. Ever since that night Erestor and Glorfindel had shared dinner with the family, and slowly they became part of it. Now they were so intertwined with the Peredhil none knew where the family and friendship ended and work began.
During the millennia Elrond had extended the invitation to Lindir as well, though the bard preferred to eat in the great halls. But every once in a while they were pleased to see him at their table and tonight was such a night.
Erestor and Glorfindel talked amicably with each other and ignored Elrond, who was looked rather grim. Waiting for dinner wasn’t a favourite of his and because the twins had yet to arrive Elrond refused to start dinner, even though it vexed himself more than the others or even the twins.
He sighed relieved when he finally saw them entering the room. “Massë ner tern?” His voice was angry but the twins knew it meant nothing and smiled warmly. “We’re sorry, father,” “For delaying you so.” Elrond shook his head at their uncanny ability to finish each others sentences.
Elladan grinned. “Our sparring match and the swim afterwards tired me so I nearly fell asleep. It is my fault we are late.”
Elrond smiled warmly at them and waved the apology away. “It doesn’t matter. You are here now.”
During dinner Elladan yawned a couple of times and Glorfindel laughed happily. “At least we know you spoke the truth, Elladan. You should go to bed after this.”
Elladan nodded and yawned again before taking another bite of his meat.
Elrond laughed warmly. “I can keep your twin oied ied if you want?” Elrohir glared at him, but the ancient elf ignored the look and focused on his eldest instead.
Elladan shook his head. “I’m sure Ro can stay out my room all by himself. Or do you need any help?”
Elrond shrugged. “I confess I do, but it is nothing that cannot wait and I will not keep you from your much needed sleep. But if Elrohir doesn’t mind…”
Elrohir growled. “You are horrible sometimes. Of course I’ll help you; you know that. No need to send me to a guilt trip.”
Glndelndel laughed. “It appears I might need to carry you to your bed or can you still stand on your feet, Elladan?”
Erestor looked the twin in concern and smiled. “Standing on them he might well be able to do, Glorfindel, but placing one in front of the other might prove to be too difficult and tiresome this eve.”
Elladan ignored them and continued eating, before casually speaking his mind. “If, and I say -if-, I can’t walk anymore, I doubt ada will give way when it comes to caring for me.”
Elrond laughed warmly. “How well you know me. But I hope that won’t be necessary though. Are you sure you’re not ill? I haven’t seen you this tired since you were an elfling.”
Elrohir beamed a happy smiled his way. “HA! Now we’ve got you! This is actually admitting we no longer are elflings!”
The three older elves shared a look and shook their heads.
Lindir stopped the argue in the making before it could come to life. “Each elf will remain a child in their parents’ eyes. And you, unfortunately in this case, have three.”
Elrohir laughed at the words. “How true. And the best there are, Lindir.” Erestor and Glorfindel chuckled while Elrond merely smiled and inclined his head in silent thanks.
When dinner was over and Elladan made to leave he narrowed his eyes. “Elladan, I think you should sleep in late tomorrow morn. I shall have breakfast send to your rooms around eleven, all right?”
Elladan nodded grateful and smiled at his father’s concern. “Diolla lle, ada.”
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Elladan smiled when he saw his bed look so inviting. He removed his boots and didn’t bother undressing himself as he crept in, already dosing off.
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He rushed to his small desk and retrieved his writing block, ink and quill. Just one quick note. He was too worried and concerned. “It is not like you to be so tired, Elladan. I hope you are well. I just need to apologize.”
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Elrohir smiled as he checked on his sleeping twin. His worries now completely vanished. He would refrain from bathing this eve, out of fear it might wake Elladan up.
He silently backed up and closed the door. /I should apologize to father, I didn’t really help him at all./ But he knew Elrond understood. Even though Elladan was the elder twin Elrohir was the responsible one, always looking after his brother, taking care of him. It was natural he was worried and despite Elladan’s assurances he was merely very, very tired the worry hadn’t left him. Elrond understood and hadn’t commented on his slow work or absent mind. He even shared that concern to some extend. If tomorrow Elladan would still be off, Elrond would examine him, but not before.
Elrohir smiled to himself as he bowed his head, grateful they had such a gentle and understanding father. He gasped when his eyes fell on an envelop. /How long has it been here? Did Elladan miss it? I almost did, so it is possible?/
He kneeled to pick it up and frowned when he recognized the handwriting. “A second one?” He held it in his hand and tapped against it indecisively. He really wanted to know what was in it, but he was reluctant to wake Elladan, who needed his sleep. In the end he turned briskly and walked to his own room. He would give the letter first thing in the morn. “Sleep well, Elladan. Only the Valar know what is inside it. I do hope it is good.”
End chapter one
TBC
Translations:
I-sanda i-tyeldimi mínëa ettúlënna, ion-nín. Oi enyala tana. Means : The truth eventually must come out, my son. Always keep that in mind
Gwanunig thiten means: little twin.
Ni úná cendië técëlitya! Means : I am not reading your mail!
Lá aira gwanunig means: older twin
massë ner ten? Means: Where were you(pl. note the plural r in the verb)
Diolla lle means: thank you in Sindarin. It is so commonly used I cannot ignore it. Besides, I know not an Quenya equivalent.
The letter:
Ni melda Elladan vanima,
Sóra ar yéni ni millë ar yestanë ten. Mitya vanesselya laintë nin ve úqua oi lertuva ar fëanya ná lauca oírë ellë ná sa. Cuilënya nánë nulla and iloi nauvan óla o’ istië i-cala, tenna ellë tullë.
Ni iloi lértëa quetës ten nan mitya ósanwënya mínëar mallë et. An tana ni quera teceti ar orántëan enten i-tengwarinnar, estelië te nair cólar mitya ósanwënyali tenna. Apsenn i-n i-lún ni mápëa ú hanto.
Nitya an oi.
My beloved lovely Elladan,
Since long I have admired and desired you. Your inner beauty has enchanted me like nothing ever could and my soul warms whenever you are there. My life has been dark and never would I have dreamed of knowing the light, until you came along.
I can never speak of it to you but my feelings demand a way out. Therefore I turn to paper(writing tools) and entrust them to the letters, hoping they might convey a little of my emotions to you. Forgive me for the time I so shamelessly claim.
I am yours forever.
Author: Peniel
E-mail: familie@hetnet.nl (P.S. I am busy so it might take a while before I respond but I –will- respond. I love feedback)
Pairings: Elladan/? ; Elrond/Erestor ; Elrohir/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17 and -no- BSDM, Incest or character death
Summary: Elladan receives a anonymous love letter and more follow. He is determined to find out who wrote them. Elrohir is worried, for he fears one of their old tutors might be responsible. He soon finds himself wrong and aids his twin in his search. Will they find the author? Or will the author reveal his identity before they can? Read and find out…
Genre: AU; Romance; Drama; Angst
Warning: Highly AU.
Author’s notes:
READ BEFORE YOU START! (or not)
This tale is somewhat new to me (duh) in genre. I am trying something I’ve never done before. Normally I take you everywhere and give you more information than the characters have. But not this time:
Now we will follow Elladan as he searches his mystery love and watch as he and Elrohir learn more than they’d care to know. We will also see how the letters are written, but one thing will not be revealed and remain a mystery even to us: who is the author? Who writes these letters that are responsible for so much change in quiet Imladris?
And, dear reader, do you care, dare, to solve the mystery? Read and give it a short! I wish you the best of luck. Peniel.
More normal notes:
As you know I like to use a lot of Elfish in my tales for it increases the atmosphere I think. And though I have not been able to do so in my last two fics, I will increase the amount here. I shall have to, for I need to give you the letters in Quenya, which still is the language I understand best. I am hoping conversation will follow, for I still think using their language increases the sphere and puts you in the right mood.
Now I have nothing more to say than to hope I will be able to add a lot of translations after each chapter. Frequent readers already know how I do that and no, I will not change the way it is done. Partly because that will not be accepted by FF and partly because I want to have some sort of unity within the tales.
One more thing:
“ ” Indicates speech
/ Indicates thought
~~~~~~~~ Indicates a change in time or place
- - Emphasises the word(s)
` ` Indicates far speaking, speaking within the mind.
And sometimes ‘’ come up and they indicate mind talk. Like when you have a conversation with yourselfide ide your head.
Let’s go:
Chapter one Message number one
The day, already half spend, was warm and most inhabitants of the realm called Imladris relaxed and enjoyed the weather. Most, because in every place there are exceptions, and so there are some elves among the many who do not stop to enjoy the warm weather, but continue working.
One of them is Elrond, the ruler of the realm, who is trying real hard to catch up and finish today’s work load. Normally it would already be done, but he had helped the blond seneschal persuade Erestor after Glorfindel had come in, stating Erestor became to white and needed to be outdoors for a while. Occasionally Erestor’s happy screams reached his ears and he smiled, knowing he was suffering for a reason.
Two other elves that did not rest where Elladan and Elrohir. They were sparring and would not stop until one of them had lost. Needless to say they would afterwards fully enjoy themselves in the warm water of the Bruinen, swimming in the caressing water, rinsing the sweat outside instead of walking to their baths.
But there was another who was not enjoying this warmth at all.
The elf was pacing in his room, resembling a caged animal: back and forth, back and forth, back and forth… He’s been at it for several hours and any viewer would have gone insane just looking at him. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…
Suddenly, with the force of a tiger, he stopped and pulled back his chair. In the same movement he sat down and grabbed paper, ink and quill. The room filled with silence as he concentrated. Several papers were propped together and thrown away until his floor was littered with paper props.
He growled and threw back his chair. /I cannot do this! What was I thinking? He will laugh at me./ He walked away, but quickly turned back. /But I also cannot continue hiding anymore. But those two do not go together. Either I tell him and he’ll laugh or I remain silent still./
He sighed and sat down, staring at the writing equipment in desperation. ‘I-sanda i-tyeldimi mínëa ettúlënna, ion-nín. Oi enyala tana.’ He smiled at fathfather’s voice and nodded. “You were right, father, as always. The truth must come out. And so it shall.” /But he will not know it is me./ He smiled as he started writing, stopping only once.
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Elrohir grinned as he followed Elladan into their joined rooms and saw his elder brother fling himself at the bed. “Aiya, gwanunig tithen, I am so tired I could sleep twenty-four hours straight.” Elrohir laughed at his over exaggeration and shook his head, not even responding to the endearment any more. In the past it vexed him greatly, but nowadays he simply ignored it. “I suggest you delay your rest until after dinner or father will give you a full medical exam.”
Elladan laughed and turned round, facing his twin. “I shall try. Stay and keep me awake.”
Elrohir shook his head. “Nay, I want to write Rumil a letter. I’ve delayed replying for too long now.”
Elladan shrugged. “I am sure you know the letter by heart. Can’t you write it behind my desk? Please?”
Elrohir smiled and sighed. “Very well, I shall indulge you this time. Perhaps I should taloud oud while I write and thus keep you from your slumber.”
Elladan grinned. “Aye, do. That way I can add a few comments of my own.” He laughed when Elrohir threw him an accusing glance and rearranged his body in such a way he could relax and watch his twin at the same time.
Elrohir frowned when he sat down behind Elladan’s desk and his look became one of puzzlement. “Someone has been here.”
Elladan yawned. “Servants cleaning no doubt.”
Elrohir shook his head. “There’s a letter, addressed to you. I don’t recognize the hand.”
Elladan frowned as well and sat up right. “What? What is in it?”
Elrohir rolled his eyes. “Ni úná cendië técëlitya!”
Elladan grinned at his response but waved it away. “I am not expecting any news that should be kept from you, nor could I do such a thing should there be such information. I am too tired to read right now.”
Elrohir sighed dramatically and opened the letter. His eyes widened when he saw the contends and he gasped. A moment later his composition changed and he burst out laughing. “You got a secret lover!”
Elladan growled softly. “Elrohir! I am in no mood for jokes.”
Elrohir smiled and jumped on the bed beside his twin. “No joke, read!”
But Elladan was too tired to focus his eyes on the words and he shook his head several times, closing his eyes tightly, hoping it might bring back some focus. In the end he handed the later back to Elrohir. “Read it out. I can’t focus my eyes. I didn’t realise I was -that- tired.”
Elrohir’s look became concerned but mellowed a little when Elladan managed a real angry one in response. Elrohir took back possession of the letter and read it out to Elladan.
“Ni melda Elladan vanima,
Sóra ar yéni ni millë ar yestanë ten. Mitya vanesselya laintë nin ve úqua oi lertuva ar fëanya ná lauca oírë ellë ná sa. Cuilënya nánë nulla and iloi nauvan óla o’ istië i-cala, tenna ellë tullë.
Ni iloi lértëa quetës ten nan mitya ósanwënya mínëar mallë et. An tana ni quera teceti ar orántëan enten i-tengwarinnar, estelië te nair cólar mitya ósanwënyali tenna. Apsene nin i-lún ni mápëa ú hanto.
Nitya an oi.”
Elladan blinked when he heard the words and frowned. “Is there no signature?”
Elrohir shook his head. “Nay, there is nothing that can give away the author. Aiya, lá aira gwanunig, I am happy I am not you. What are you going to do?”
Elladan yawned and shrugged. “Ignore it. Without a name there is little else I can do.”
Elrohir nodded, staring at the letter in his hand. “I hope your mysterious elf doesn’t wait for a reply?”
Elladan laughed. “How would I send it? Just say it over dinner tonight: oh, by the way, I received a love letter today. I am flattered but who are you?… No, Ro, I will not do that. Are you sure there are no markers? Nothing written differently? I remember adar sometimes does that in the correspondence with Celeborn.”
Elrohir nodded and reread the letter, trying to find some hidden meaning, but he failed. He sighed. “The only thing we can conclude is that it didn’t arrive by messenger. See: it wasn’t sealed.”
Elladan groaned. “So it is an Imladrian elf. But the words don’t even tell me if it is a he or a she.”
Elrohir laughed. “Why is that your first concern? You should be more worried about what the author does than who it is.” He laughed at Elladan’s confused face and nodded seriously. “Did he or she plant the letter here him- or herself or did the author bribe someone to plant it here? In other words: how well does the author know us?”
Elladan stretched and left his bed, shaking his head to clear it. “I don’t really care, Ro. Whoever it is clearly desires for me not to know and there’s nothing in the letter to convince me to find out. Let’s prepare for dinner, shall we? I have no desire to have Glorfindel drag me there.”
Elrohir laughed. “Oh, relax, he’s never actually dragged us anywhere. Why do you always make things sound worse than they are?”
Elladan shrugged. “To compensate for your tendency to ignore things, I suppose.”
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Elrond smiled at the other elves at the table. Ever since he and Celebrían got wed they had been eating separately from the other elves, joining them only when there was a feast or some other reason to do so. That habit had never left again.
Elrond had needed time to adjust to this but now he loved it too much to change it again. Mainly because Celebrían had soon realised she could not have Elrond all to herself during dinner or it would drive the elflord insane. She therefore had one day invited the Chief Counsellor and Seneschal to join them. Ever since that night Erestor and Glorfindel had shared dinner with the family, and slowly they became part of it. Now they were so intertwined with the Peredhil none knew where the family and friendship ended and work began.
During the millennia Elrond had extended the invitation to Lindir as well, though the bard preferred to eat in the great halls. But every once in a while they were pleased to see him at their table and tonight was such a night.
Erestor and Glorfindel talked amicably with each other and ignored Elrond, who was looked rather grim. Waiting for dinner wasn’t a favourite of his and because the twins had yet to arrive Elrond refused to start dinner, even though it vexed himself more than the others or even the twins.
He sighed relieved when he finally saw them entering the room. “Massë ner tern?” His voice was angry but the twins knew it meant nothing and smiled warmly. “We’re sorry, father,” “For delaying you so.” Elrond shook his head at their uncanny ability to finish each others sentences.
Elladan grinned. “Our sparring match and the swim afterwards tired me so I nearly fell asleep. It is my fault we are late.”
Elrond smiled warmly at them and waved the apology away. “It doesn’t matter. You are here now.”
During dinner Elladan yawned a couple of times and Glorfindel laughed happily. “At least we know you spoke the truth, Elladan. You should go to bed after this.”
Elladan nodded and yawned again before taking another bite of his meat.
Elrond laughed warmly. “I can keep your twin oied ied if you want?” Elrohir glared at him, but the ancient elf ignored the look and focused on his eldest instead.
Elladan shook his head. “I’m sure Ro can stay out my room all by himself. Or do you need any help?”
Elrond shrugged. “I confess I do, but it is nothing that cannot wait and I will not keep you from your much needed sleep. But if Elrohir doesn’t mind…”
Elrohir growled. “You are horrible sometimes. Of course I’ll help you; you know that. No need to send me to a guilt trip.”
Glndelndel laughed. “It appears I might need to carry you to your bed or can you still stand on your feet, Elladan?”
Erestor looked the twin in concern and smiled. “Standing on them he might well be able to do, Glorfindel, but placing one in front of the other might prove to be too difficult and tiresome this eve.”
Elladan ignored them and continued eating, before casually speaking his mind. “If, and I say -if-, I can’t walk anymore, I doubt ada will give way when it comes to caring for me.”
Elrond laughed warmly. “How well you know me. But I hope that won’t be necessary though. Are you sure you’re not ill? I haven’t seen you this tired since you were an elfling.”
Elrohir beamed a happy smiled his way. “HA! Now we’ve got you! This is actually admitting we no longer are elflings!”
The three older elves shared a look and shook their heads.
Lindir stopped the argue in the making before it could come to life. “Each elf will remain a child in their parents’ eyes. And you, unfortunately in this case, have three.”
Elrohir laughed at the words. “How true. And the best there are, Lindir.” Erestor and Glorfindel chuckled while Elrond merely smiled and inclined his head in silent thanks.
When dinner was over and Elladan made to leave he narrowed his eyes. “Elladan, I think you should sleep in late tomorrow morn. I shall have breakfast send to your rooms around eleven, all right?”
Elladan nodded grateful and smiled at his father’s concern. “Diolla lle, ada.”
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Elladan smiled when he saw his bed look so inviting. He removed his boots and didn’t bother undressing himself as he crept in, already dosing off.
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He rushed to his small desk and retrieved his writing block, ink and quill. Just one quick note. He was too worried and concerned. “It is not like you to be so tired, Elladan. I hope you are well. I just need to apologize.”
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Elrohir smiled as he checked on his sleeping twin. His worries now completely vanished. He would refrain from bathing this eve, out of fear it might wake Elladan up.
He silently backed up and closed the door. /I should apologize to father, I didn’t really help him at all./ But he knew Elrond understood. Even though Elladan was the elder twin Elrohir was the responsible one, always looking after his brother, taking care of him. It was natural he was worried and despite Elladan’s assurances he was merely very, very tired the worry hadn’t left him. Elrond understood and hadn’t commented on his slow work or absent mind. He even shared that concern to some extend. If tomorrow Elladan would still be off, Elrond would examine him, but not before.
Elrohir smiled to himself as he bowed his head, grateful they had such a gentle and understanding father. He gasped when his eyes fell on an envelop. /How long has it been here? Did Elladan miss it? I almost did, so it is possible?/
He kneeled to pick it up and frowned when he recognized the handwriting. “A second one?” He held it in his hand and tapped against it indecisively. He really wanted to know what was in it, but he was reluctant to wake Elladan, who needed his sleep. In the end he turned briskly and walked to his own room. He would give the letter first thing in the morn. “Sleep well, Elladan. Only the Valar know what is inside it. I do hope it is good.”
End chapter one
TBC
Translations:
I-sanda i-tyeldimi mínëa ettúlënna, ion-nín. Oi enyala tana. Means : The truth eventually must come out, my son. Always keep that in mind
Gwanunig thiten means: little twin.
Ni úná cendië técëlitya! Means : I am not reading your mail!
Lá aira gwanunig means: older twin
massë ner ten? Means: Where were you(pl. note the plural r in the verb)
Diolla lle means: thank you in Sindarin. It is so commonly used I cannot ignore it. Besides, I know not an Quenya equivalent.
The letter:
Ni melda Elladan vanima,
Sóra ar yéni ni millë ar yestanë ten. Mitya vanesselya laintë nin ve úqua oi lertuva ar fëanya ná lauca oírë ellë ná sa. Cuilënya nánë nulla and iloi nauvan óla o’ istië i-cala, tenna ellë tullë.
Ni iloi lértëa quetës ten nan mitya ósanwënya mínëar mallë et. An tana ni quera teceti ar orántëan enten i-tengwarinnar, estelië te nair cólar mitya ósanwënyali tenna. Apsenn i-n i-lún ni mápëa ú hanto.
Nitya an oi.
My beloved lovely Elladan,
Since long I have admired and desired you. Your inner beauty has enchanted me like nothing ever could and my soul warms whenever you are there. My life has been dark and never would I have dreamed of knowing the light, until you came along.
I can never speak of it to you but my feelings demand a way out. Therefore I turn to paper(writing tools) and entrust them to the letters, hoping they might convey a little of my emotions to you. Forgive me for the time I so shamelessly claim.
I am yours forever.