Fic a Day, Day 30 - Home Sweet Home
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grundyscribblingTitle: Home Sweet Home
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Summary: A snipped of Elrohir settling in at his parents’ home in Aman.
Word Count: Word says 489. As tired as I am, I cannot argue.
Note: Sorry to finish the month on a skimpy note, but as tired as I am, this is as good as it gets today, and given tomorrow’s a long day, I doubt there will be anything more substantial tomorrow. But we’ll see.
Note 2: Neglected to crosspost the last couple days of Fic a Day, rectifying that now that I have time.
Elrohir was relieved to find his room was already furnished and unpacked for him, saving only those things that had just come with them on the ship. But the things that had come with his parents and youngest sister were right where he could see them.
That was not to say there were no new things; clothes for him to change into after he bathed had been laid out on a rather clever metal and wood form he had never seen before, and the bookcases were entirely new.
“Am I allowed in?”
He laughed.
“Since when has being told ‘no’ ever stopped you, Tinu?” he asked.
Given what she had told them on the ride to Imlanthiriath about how she was now making use of the power of the Key, it seemed not even Namo could tell her no anymore.
“Lots of times,” she sniffed as she entered. “I wasn’t sure you’d want me in here. I thought you’d be in the bath already. ‘Dan is.”
“I was distracted admiring the room,” Elrohir replied honestly. “Did you have a hand in it?”
“Duh,” Tindomiel replied. “It gave me something to do. And distracted Nana from fretting about Arwen and Anariel besides.”
“What, no fretting about us?” Elrohir demanded in mock indignation.
Tindomiel gave him a look that said that Arwen was still not a topic for jokes yet.
“No, oddly enough she was pretty sure you and ‘Dan could be trusted to stay out of trouble and also hadn’t picked ‘mortal’.”
He gave her a hug by way of apology, though he found leaning on her from behind didn’t work quite so well anymore now that she matched Grandmother for height.
“So,” he mused. “You’re not here to bug me, you’re surprisingly calm about the room, what is it that you’re dancing around telling me?”
“You actually like it?” Tindomiel pressed. “All of it?”
“Yes, I actually like it,” Elrohir replied patiently. “It is very well thought out, and you and Nana know me well enough to know what I would like.”
“It wasn’t just me and Nana,” Tindomiel admitted.
“You and Nana and Ada, then.”
“Me and Nana and occasionally Ada and also Maeglin,” she corrected.
Ah. That was why she’d wanted to hear him say he was pleased with everything first.
“What did you plan to do, dear sister, if we had not come to terms with your husband over the last week and a half?”
She shrugged.
“Depended on how well you were getting along. I mean, if you couldn’t stand the sight of him, but liked everything in here, I wasn’t going to tell you until you stopped being a butt.”
“Just in case it drove me crazy that he had a hand in it?”
“Something like that. He helped with Anariel’s room, too, you know.”
Elrohir laughed.
“Of course he did. And in Anariel’s case, it was easy – just put weapons on every wall.”
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Summary: A snipped of Elrohir settling in at his parents’ home in Aman.
Word Count: Word says 489. As tired as I am, I cannot argue.
Note: Sorry to finish the month on a skimpy note, but as tired as I am, this is as good as it gets today, and given tomorrow’s a long day, I doubt there will be anything more substantial tomorrow. But we’ll see.
Note 2: Neglected to crosspost the last couple days of Fic a Day, rectifying that now that I have time.
Elrohir was relieved to find his room was already furnished and unpacked for him, saving only those things that had just come with them on the ship. But the things that had come with his parents and youngest sister were right where he could see them.
That was not to say there were no new things; clothes for him to change into after he bathed had been laid out on a rather clever metal and wood form he had never seen before, and the bookcases were entirely new.
“Am I allowed in?”
He laughed.
“Since when has being told ‘no’ ever stopped you, Tinu?” he asked.
Given what she had told them on the ride to Imlanthiriath about how she was now making use of the power of the Key, it seemed not even Namo could tell her no anymore.
“Lots of times,” she sniffed as she entered. “I wasn’t sure you’d want me in here. I thought you’d be in the bath already. ‘Dan is.”
“I was distracted admiring the room,” Elrohir replied honestly. “Did you have a hand in it?”
“Duh,” Tindomiel replied. “It gave me something to do. And distracted Nana from fretting about Arwen and Anariel besides.”
“What, no fretting about us?” Elrohir demanded in mock indignation.
Tindomiel gave him a look that said that Arwen was still not a topic for jokes yet.
“No, oddly enough she was pretty sure you and ‘Dan could be trusted to stay out of trouble and also hadn’t picked ‘mortal’.”
He gave her a hug by way of apology, though he found leaning on her from behind didn’t work quite so well anymore now that she matched Grandmother for height.
“So,” he mused. “You’re not here to bug me, you’re surprisingly calm about the room, what is it that you’re dancing around telling me?”
“You actually like it?” Tindomiel pressed. “All of it?”
“Yes, I actually like it,” Elrohir replied patiently. “It is very well thought out, and you and Nana know me well enough to know what I would like.”
“It wasn’t just me and Nana,” Tindomiel admitted.
“You and Nana and Ada, then.”
“Me and Nana and occasionally Ada and also Maeglin,” she corrected.
Ah. That was why she’d wanted to hear him say he was pleased with everything first.
“What did you plan to do, dear sister, if we had not come to terms with your husband over the last week and a half?”
She shrugged.
“Depended on how well you were getting along. I mean, if you couldn’t stand the sight of him, but liked everything in here, I wasn’t going to tell you until you stopped being a butt.”
“Just in case it drove me crazy that he had a hand in it?”
“Something like that. He helped with Anariel’s room, too, you know.”
Elrohir laughed.
“Of course he did. And in Anariel’s case, it was easy – just put weapons on every wall.”
