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grundyscribblingTitle: These Are My Happy Thoughts
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Disclaimer: All belongs to Whedon & Tolkien. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: The twins have just had the Anairë treatment...
Word Count: 404
Note: Short because a) long day and b) on a roll trying to finish a TRSB piece.
Tindomiel was positively gleeful as she took in her brothers’ matching sourpuss expressions. She had delayed turning up for the festivities until the last possible minute, seeing as she could get from their parents’ house to the King’s House in Tirion anytime she wanted using the power of the Key. (Nana didn’t mind travelling Key-style, but Ada found it unpleasant, and Nana had decided to go with him this time.)
She hadn’t warned them about Gramma Anairë’s passions for etiquette and Noldorin fashion. At least, they were passions when it came to her descendants.
She suspected they’d gotten off lightly – after all, the twins were adults and had been longer than she or Anariel had been alive. And what they were wearing was definitely better than what she’d gotten stuck with the first time Anairë had free rein to dress her.
They were in dark blue – Grandpa Nolo’s color, Grandpa Ara would presumably get the honors next public occasion – with small gemstone stars. The circlets were new, silver and sapphire.
The boys had apparently managed to retain control of their hair – Sindarin braids, not Noldorin – but that was about it. They were even stuck with the ridiculous shiny boots that were currently the fashion in Tirion.
She managed not to laugh, but it was a near miss.
“You, little one, are taking far too much glee in this,” Elrohir grumped.
“You do realize I already went through all this?” she snickered. “Just indulge her. It gets better after a time or twenty.”
Elladan glared at her.
“You are not helping,” he informed her.
“Cheer up,” she grinned.
“What are you finding cheerful in this?”
“You do know that Miryo took a side trip to Gramma Nerdanel’s yesterday, right?” she asked.
“I fail to see how that helps anything,” Elrohir grumped.
“He and Gildor have a bet on what Anariel will wear once she finds out Gramma Anairë impounded what Arwen picked for her,” Tindomiel informed them. “Gildor is betting on nothing.”
The twins’ expressions turned to slightly evil grins.
“Before you get too gleeful about her turning up starkers, I should warn you Miryo bet on ‘scandalous but dressed’.”
The twins paused.
“What the Noldor consider scandalous seems to cover quite a lot,” Elladan said thoughtfully. “It could be anything, really.”
“So many options,” Elrohir nodded.
Tindomiel beamed.
“See? Hold that thought, and you’ll be able to smile through all the upcoming formality.”
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: LotR/Silmarillion
Disclaimer: All belongs to Whedon & Tolkien. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: The twins have just had the Anairë treatment...
Word Count: 404
Note: Short because a) long day and b) on a roll trying to finish a TRSB piece.
Tindomiel was positively gleeful as she took in her brothers’ matching sourpuss expressions. She had delayed turning up for the festivities until the last possible minute, seeing as she could get from their parents’ house to the King’s House in Tirion anytime she wanted using the power of the Key. (Nana didn’t mind travelling Key-style, but Ada found it unpleasant, and Nana had decided to go with him this time.)
She hadn’t warned them about Gramma Anairë’s passions for etiquette and Noldorin fashion. At least, they were passions when it came to her descendants.
She suspected they’d gotten off lightly – after all, the twins were adults and had been longer than she or Anariel had been alive. And what they were wearing was definitely better than what she’d gotten stuck with the first time Anairë had free rein to dress her.
They were in dark blue – Grandpa Nolo’s color, Grandpa Ara would presumably get the honors next public occasion – with small gemstone stars. The circlets were new, silver and sapphire.
The boys had apparently managed to retain control of their hair – Sindarin braids, not Noldorin – but that was about it. They were even stuck with the ridiculous shiny boots that were currently the fashion in Tirion.
She managed not to laugh, but it was a near miss.
“You, little one, are taking far too much glee in this,” Elrohir grumped.
“You do realize I already went through all this?” she snickered. “Just indulge her. It gets better after a time or twenty.”
Elladan glared at her.
“You are not helping,” he informed her.
“Cheer up,” she grinned.
“What are you finding cheerful in this?”
“You do know that Miryo took a side trip to Gramma Nerdanel’s yesterday, right?” she asked.
“I fail to see how that helps anything,” Elrohir grumped.
“He and Gildor have a bet on what Anariel will wear once she finds out Gramma Anairë impounded what Arwen picked for her,” Tindomiel informed them. “Gildor is betting on nothing.”
The twins’ expressions turned to slightly evil grins.
“Before you get too gleeful about her turning up starkers, I should warn you Miryo bet on ‘scandalous but dressed’.”
The twins paused.
“What the Noldor consider scandalous seems to cover quite a lot,” Elladan said thoughtfully. “It could be anything, really.”
“So many options,” Elrohir nodded.
Tindomiel beamed.
“See? Hold that thought, and you’ll be able to smile through all the upcoming formality.”
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Date: 2021-09-03 02:08 am (UTC)And ye Gods, I am so very glad I don't have a relative who feels like they have to be the Family Fashion Police. I would be metaphorically stepping on toes with hobnail boots for sure.
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Date: 2021-09-07 01:15 am (UTC)