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A Gift and a Promise
A Gift and a Promise
Pairing: Elladan and Elrohir
Rating: Fluffy stuff
Disclaimer: The elves and their universe belong to Tolkien
Summary: Elrohir gives a gift and extracts a promise that is kept over time.
Tiny hands cradled the rough hewn piece of wood, little feet shifted the slight weight from one side to the other in anxious anticipation. In sympathy, the Lord of Imladris picked up his son and pointed out the line of horses that were threading their way down the high path into the valley. Elrohir looked with squinting eyes into the late afternoon sun.
“See them?” Elrond enquired as Elrohir followed the outstretched arm.
Elrohir nodded in reply, looking down into his hand.
The weeks had seemed infinite for both father and son, missing both mother and twin, books and a new bow had gone some way to easing the separation. Elrond longed for his bed again, Elrohir finding it impossible to sleep within his own without his brother beside him. The small body would be wrapped in his father’s arms as he bravely fought back the tears of loneliness. He had taken some comfort in watching the glittering stars, after all the same stars shone for Elladan in Lorien.
“They will soon be here,” Elrond commented, putting his son down, nodding in acknowledgement to the elf who laid down the tea tray.
It was nigh impossible for the little one to settle. Elrond sighed, taking the tray to the window where the wooden sculpture looked out with its maker over the valley paths.
“We will sit here,” Elrond compromised, handing a cup to Elrohir, indicating firmly that he would not brook an argument on this. “it will do you little good if you are ill once Elladan returns. We have some time yet……see they are only half way down the path.”
Elrohir nodded, sipping his juice, stroking the curve of the wood with his free hand, eyes focused far away.
It had been a labout of love for Elrohir, creating this for his brother, and it had been a relief to his father. It had been Erestor who had suggested the carving, logic being that it would absorb the attention of the little one for some time, Elrohir’s commitment to any task already noted at his young age. It had indeed filled many hours in the last days with drawings made and remade and careful shaping of the soft wood. Elrond able to direct attention to his overdue tasks in the meantime. It had been a trying time for both, and hence Imladris in general as Elrohir’s patience had faltered, the enjoyment of having no brother to share with losing its sparkle quickly, replaced by alternating moods of foot stamping temper and inconsolable floods of tears. That Celebrian and Lorien suffered the same was no consolation to any involved. When at last the result of his concerted effort was ready, Elrohir proudly displayed it to all.
“Horse,” he explained, and like all proud fathers, Elrond had taken the unrecognised lump carefully into his hands, turning it over, admiringly.
“A horse indeed,” Elrond smiled, “and a worthy gift.”
Elrohir beamed, and insisted that the horse accompany him everywhere, not wanting to lose it.
Juice and fruit had been well finished and Elrohir lay sleeping in his father’s arms when the call came that the lady and her escort had arrived at the gates. Elrond smiled as he gently woke the elfing, noting the dark head that rested against his wife atop the horse. Grey eyes simultaneous blinked awake, sparkling with excitement.
“You still have it?” Elrohir asked as he put his arms around his brother. He had watched as Elladan had placed several of his belonging on top of the tall chest. Picking up the object he ran his finger over the now smooth edges, worn over the many years, looking to Elladan quizzically.
“I have always had it…..it has always been with me, every time we rode, it came….it was the first gift you gave me.” Elladan curled his hand around Elrohir’s as he held the sculpture, Elrohir’s latest gift shining on his finger. He brought the joined hands to his lips, kissing Elrohir fingers. “Do you remember the day you gave it to me?”
Elrohir nodded, casting his mind back.
Elrond had lifted his son up as he stood, setting him on his feet, carving secure in his hand. Elrohir’s other hand held his father’s, tugging at it as they walked along the corridors. Elrond insisted on some semblance of order, truth was though he was as anxious as the elfling to greet the arrivals. It had been too long for many of the inhabitants, Elrond thought with a smile, noting the restrained rush toward the courtyard.
There were smiles on all faces as loved ones were greeted. Celebrian slipped from her mount with such grace that Elrond’s heart pounded. The young one in her arms, peered across his mother’s shoulder, waving to the gathering, but seeking out just one among them. Elladan wiggled around struggling to be set free of the grasp as he was set down. Elrohir was there, standing, waiting and Elladan beamed as he ran to him, stopping a step away.
They stood face to face for the first time in months and stared. Grey eyes regarded each small change, each tiny difference that time had wrought on them both. Elrond and Celebrian, their own public reunion complete watched and waited.
They were seeing each other through new eyes. It was not merely their different experiences that had changed them. The voices around them faded to a low hum, neither little ones moved until a small smile appeared, curling identical rosebud lips. Their eyes gleamed with acquired knowledge.
Elrohir held out his hand, trusting the gift self consciously into his brother’s hands.
Elladan turned it over. “Horse,” he pronounced, closing his fingers over it.
Elrohir nodded, hugging his brother, Elladan pulled his brother closer to him, the sculpture secure in his hand as he peeked at it with a smile.
“’Adan never go away again,” Elrohir whispered with no little amount of anxiety.
“No, Rohir, never again without you.”
Elladan smiled as he kissed his brother, seeing Elrohir’s recollections in his own mind. “When I saw you I knew…..we both knew, did we not? Our bond grew stronger in those first moments, I knew I loved you, and you returned that love…..we knew for certain what we had been born knowing.”
“For each of us there is but one.”
“For each of us there is but one,” Elladan repeated.
The little wooden horse looked on from the table where it had been replaced as Elladan lead his brother and mate to the bed. If the elves had had time for anything but each other, they may have spied a smoothed grain of the wood that curled the mouth into a smile.
Pairing: Elladan and Elrohir
Rating: Fluffy stuff
Disclaimer: The elves and their universe belong to Tolkien
Summary: Elrohir gives a gift and extracts a promise that is kept over time.
Tiny hands cradled the rough hewn piece of wood, little feet shifted the slight weight from one side to the other in anxious anticipation. In sympathy, the Lord of Imladris picked up his son and pointed out the line of horses that were threading their way down the high path into the valley. Elrohir looked with squinting eyes into the late afternoon sun.
“See them?” Elrond enquired as Elrohir followed the outstretched arm.
Elrohir nodded in reply, looking down into his hand.
The weeks had seemed infinite for both father and son, missing both mother and twin, books and a new bow had gone some way to easing the separation. Elrond longed for his bed again, Elrohir finding it impossible to sleep within his own without his brother beside him. The small body would be wrapped in his father’s arms as he bravely fought back the tears of loneliness. He had taken some comfort in watching the glittering stars, after all the same stars shone for Elladan in Lorien.
“They will soon be here,” Elrond commented, putting his son down, nodding in acknowledgement to the elf who laid down the tea tray.
It was nigh impossible for the little one to settle. Elrond sighed, taking the tray to the window where the wooden sculpture looked out with its maker over the valley paths.
“We will sit here,” Elrond compromised, handing a cup to Elrohir, indicating firmly that he would not brook an argument on this. “it will do you little good if you are ill once Elladan returns. We have some time yet……see they are only half way down the path.”
Elrohir nodded, sipping his juice, stroking the curve of the wood with his free hand, eyes focused far away.
It had been a labout of love for Elrohir, creating this for his brother, and it had been a relief to his father. It had been Erestor who had suggested the carving, logic being that it would absorb the attention of the little one for some time, Elrohir’s commitment to any task already noted at his young age. It had indeed filled many hours in the last days with drawings made and remade and careful shaping of the soft wood. Elrond able to direct attention to his overdue tasks in the meantime. It had been a trying time for both, and hence Imladris in general as Elrohir’s patience had faltered, the enjoyment of having no brother to share with losing its sparkle quickly, replaced by alternating moods of foot stamping temper and inconsolable floods of tears. That Celebrian and Lorien suffered the same was no consolation to any involved. When at last the result of his concerted effort was ready, Elrohir proudly displayed it to all.
“Horse,” he explained, and like all proud fathers, Elrond had taken the unrecognised lump carefully into his hands, turning it over, admiringly.
“A horse indeed,” Elrond smiled, “and a worthy gift.”
Elrohir beamed, and insisted that the horse accompany him everywhere, not wanting to lose it.
Juice and fruit had been well finished and Elrohir lay sleeping in his father’s arms when the call came that the lady and her escort had arrived at the gates. Elrond smiled as he gently woke the elfing, noting the dark head that rested against his wife atop the horse. Grey eyes simultaneous blinked awake, sparkling with excitement.
“You still have it?” Elrohir asked as he put his arms around his brother. He had watched as Elladan had placed several of his belonging on top of the tall chest. Picking up the object he ran his finger over the now smooth edges, worn over the many years, looking to Elladan quizzically.
“I have always had it…..it has always been with me, every time we rode, it came….it was the first gift you gave me.” Elladan curled his hand around Elrohir’s as he held the sculpture, Elrohir’s latest gift shining on his finger. He brought the joined hands to his lips, kissing Elrohir fingers. “Do you remember the day you gave it to me?”
Elrohir nodded, casting his mind back.
Elrond had lifted his son up as he stood, setting him on his feet, carving secure in his hand. Elrohir’s other hand held his father’s, tugging at it as they walked along the corridors. Elrond insisted on some semblance of order, truth was though he was as anxious as the elfling to greet the arrivals. It had been too long for many of the inhabitants, Elrond thought with a smile, noting the restrained rush toward the courtyard.
There were smiles on all faces as loved ones were greeted. Celebrian slipped from her mount with such grace that Elrond’s heart pounded. The young one in her arms, peered across his mother’s shoulder, waving to the gathering, but seeking out just one among them. Elladan wiggled around struggling to be set free of the grasp as he was set down. Elrohir was there, standing, waiting and Elladan beamed as he ran to him, stopping a step away.
They stood face to face for the first time in months and stared. Grey eyes regarded each small change, each tiny difference that time had wrought on them both. Elrond and Celebrian, their own public reunion complete watched and waited.
They were seeing each other through new eyes. It was not merely their different experiences that had changed them. The voices around them faded to a low hum, neither little ones moved until a small smile appeared, curling identical rosebud lips. Their eyes gleamed with acquired knowledge.
Elrohir held out his hand, trusting the gift self consciously into his brother’s hands.
Elladan turned it over. “Horse,” he pronounced, closing his fingers over it.
Elrohir nodded, hugging his brother, Elladan pulled his brother closer to him, the sculpture secure in his hand as he peeked at it with a smile.
“’Adan never go away again,” Elrohir whispered with no little amount of anxiety.
“No, Rohir, never again without you.”
Elladan smiled as he kissed his brother, seeing Elrohir’s recollections in his own mind. “When I saw you I knew…..we both knew, did we not? Our bond grew stronger in those first moments, I knew I loved you, and you returned that love…..we knew for certain what we had been born knowing.”
“For each of us there is but one.”
“For each of us there is but one,” Elladan repeated.
The little wooden horse looked on from the table where it had been replaced as Elladan lead his brother and mate to the bed. If the elves had had time for anything but each other, they may have spied a smoothed grain of the wood that curled the mouth into a smile.