One Fine Day
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
7,502
Reviews:
8
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0
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Second-Hand Scarlett
Subtitle: Second-Hand Scarlett
Author: Nuinzilien
website: wilwarinien.livejournal.com (feel free to friend me!)
Part: 8/ ?
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, implied others
Rating: PG-13 for now, possibly higher in later chapters
Warning: erm...slash, a bit of angst, DEFINITE AU, multi-part fic
Beta: Un-beta'ed (for now)
Summary: None know what the future may bring, least of all Erestor
Author's note on pronunciation: For the purposes of this fic, the
name "Maniel" is a three syllable name pronouned "Mah-nee-ehl" The
rough translation is "Blessed Daughter".
Chap 8.
Elrond turned to his daughter. "Perhaps you should let me go in first? Your mother is not as fond of surprises as she once was. And having your brothers here was surprising enough as it was…"
Arwen nodded and stepped to the side as her father closed the door. Moments later "Oh, Elrond, she’s ADORABLE! She looks so much like Glorfindel. Who IS she?"
"Unca ‘Ro!"
"Hey, Puss! Did you like riding in the boat?"
"Yep, it was FUN, Unca ‘Ro! We seen fishes and dolphins, an’ da Man in da water made silly faces at me!"
"Wait, UNCLE ‘Ro?" Celebrian’s tone turned scolding. "ELLADAN!"
"Cele-" Elrond’s voice was lost amid the chaos.
Her eldest brother’s voice turned defensive. "What? What did I do?"
"You made me a grandmother and didn’t TELL me?"
"Wait, what? No I didn’t!"
"Cele-" Elrond tried again.
"She called your brother Uncle ‘Ro. Considering you are the only sibling he has, I have to assume she is yours!"
"No! He’s Unca ‘Ro, I’m Unca ‘Dan, right, little bit?"
"Yep!" the elfling’s voice chirped.
"I didn’t see her come off of the two ships, so how did she – "
"BRI!"
"WHAT, Elrond?"
"There was a third ship. Her father is still on the beach with Erestor. She does INDEED resemble Glorfindel, because she IS Glorfindel’s daughter, and her name is Maniel."
Silence. Then a loud huff. "Well…why didn’t you say that in the beginning instead of letting me make such a fuss about it?" Elrond barely had time to respond before "Well, if that is the case, why HAVEN’T the two of you made me a grandmother yet? You’ve certainly had the time!"
"Well, actually – "
"As to that – "
Silence, then a very small. "Oh…"
"Well, actually, Arwen made you a grandmother many times over."
"’Ro, you idiot, that’s not going to – "
"I thought she should know, since – "
"It’s not like it matters much at this point, they’re all long – "
"Gentlemen!" boomed Celeborn’s voice, followed by a muttered, chorused "Sorry."
Arwen grew impatient and tapped on the door.
"Wait!"
The door was pulled open, revealing startled gray eyes.
Arwen waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, she could wait no longer. "Well, ‘Hir are you going to stand there, or can I join the reunion."
A loud whoop, and then she was being swung through the air. "Ack! ‘Hir, put me down!"
Elladan appeared in the door. "Elrohir, what the – ARWEN?"
Elrohir danced her back, only to have her jerked into a huge bear hug by the elder twin. "El, I can’t breathe!"
He loosened his hold. "We spent three millennia looking for any trace of you, where have you BEEN?"
Arwen patted his back vaguely. "It is a long story, one best told in the privacy of home."
Elrohir lead her inside. "Mum, we’ve found someone to give you your grandchildren."
~~ tbc ~~
Author: Nuinzilien
website: wilwarinien.livejournal.com (feel free to friend me!)
Part: 8/ ?
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, implied others
Rating: PG-13 for now, possibly higher in later chapters
Warning: erm...slash, a bit of angst, DEFINITE AU, multi-part fic
Beta: Un-beta'ed (for now)
Summary: None know what the future may bring, least of all Erestor
Author's note on pronunciation: For the purposes of this fic, the
name "Maniel" is a three syllable name pronouned "Mah-nee-ehl" The
rough translation is "Blessed Daughter".
Chap 8.
Elrond turned to his daughter. "Perhaps you should let me go in first? Your mother is not as fond of surprises as she once was. And having your brothers here was surprising enough as it was…"
Arwen nodded and stepped to the side as her father closed the door. Moments later "Oh, Elrond, she’s ADORABLE! She looks so much like Glorfindel. Who IS she?"
"Unca ‘Ro!"
"Hey, Puss! Did you like riding in the boat?"
"Yep, it was FUN, Unca ‘Ro! We seen fishes and dolphins, an’ da Man in da water made silly faces at me!"
"Wait, UNCLE ‘Ro?" Celebrian’s tone turned scolding. "ELLADAN!"
"Cele-" Elrond’s voice was lost amid the chaos.
Her eldest brother’s voice turned defensive. "What? What did I do?"
"You made me a grandmother and didn’t TELL me?"
"Wait, what? No I didn’t!"
"Cele-" Elrond tried again.
"She called your brother Uncle ‘Ro. Considering you are the only sibling he has, I have to assume she is yours!"
"No! He’s Unca ‘Ro, I’m Unca ‘Dan, right, little bit?"
"Yep!" the elfling’s voice chirped.
"I didn’t see her come off of the two ships, so how did she – "
"BRI!"
"WHAT, Elrond?"
"There was a third ship. Her father is still on the beach with Erestor. She does INDEED resemble Glorfindel, because she IS Glorfindel’s daughter, and her name is Maniel."
Silence. Then a loud huff. "Well…why didn’t you say that in the beginning instead of letting me make such a fuss about it?" Elrond barely had time to respond before "Well, if that is the case, why HAVEN’T the two of you made me a grandmother yet? You’ve certainly had the time!"
"Well, actually – "
"As to that – "
Silence, then a very small. "Oh…"
"Well, actually, Arwen made you a grandmother many times over."
"’Ro, you idiot, that’s not going to – "
"I thought she should know, since – "
"It’s not like it matters much at this point, they’re all long – "
"Gentlemen!" boomed Celeborn’s voice, followed by a muttered, chorused "Sorry."
Arwen grew impatient and tapped on the door.
"Wait!"
The door was pulled open, revealing startled gray eyes.
Arwen waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, she could wait no longer. "Well, ‘Hir are you going to stand there, or can I join the reunion."
A loud whoop, and then she was being swung through the air. "Ack! ‘Hir, put me down!"
Elladan appeared in the door. "Elrohir, what the – ARWEN?"
Elrohir danced her back, only to have her jerked into a huge bear hug by the elder twin. "El, I can’t breathe!"
He loosened his hold. "We spent three millennia looking for any trace of you, where have you BEEN?"
Arwen patted his back vaguely. "It is a long story, one best told in the privacy of home."
Elrohir lead her inside. "Mum, we’ve found someone to give you your grandchildren."
~~ tbc ~~