Day 3 - Breakfast At Elwing's
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grundyscribblingTitle: Breakfast At Elwing's
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: It is a truth universally acknowledged that grandparents feed you.
Word Count: 1015
Note: Last minute change of direction = shorter wordcount than intended. Oops.
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: It is a truth universally acknowledged that grandparents feed you.
Word Count: 1015
Note: Last minute change of direction = shorter wordcount than intended. Oops.
Anariel tried not to stare. Or spontaneously combust from sheer glee. It was one or the other. Because she was sitting down to breakfast with her grandparents. Her father’s parents – the ones not seen in Middle-earth since the First Age.
And while it’s not like she’s never spoken to her paternal grandfather before, the conversation up until now has been pretty one-sided.
Not anymore!
Granddad wanted to know everything there was to know about her. (She had the impression her grandmother was right there with him on that. But she had felt the need to remind both of them to stop talking long enough to actually eat. They haven’t stopped talking entirely, but they are eating.)
The little egg tarts Elwing had whipped up while she was in the bath were yummy, and making Anariel slightly nostalgic for dim sum. She hadn’t had any since her L.A. days, and wondered if bao were a thing here. The steamer baskets seemed like something the Lindar would appreciate.
But here instead of bao, dumplings, or lotus seed buns, the egg tarts were paired with a pastry she’d never seen before. It looked like a cinnamon roll but turned out to be spicy and involved something like onions. There was also a fruit salad that was delicious even if she could only identify half of what was in it. There were both hot and cold tea options. (One thing Anariel definitely appreciated about Aman was the food. And she was sure she hadn’t sampled all the major styles yet. Besides the Lindar of Alqualondë, there were also the Lindar of Neldoreth. And the Vanyar, who she was willing to concede might be slightly more interesting than she and her siblings had previously supposed.)
Huan was still outside, but that was just as well. She wasn’t sure how well he’d behave with all the good smells. Her grandmother had taken his presence surprisingly well, all things considered. Anariel had been minorly worried on that score, but it wasn’t like she could tell her canine babysitter to make himself scarce because he might upset Elwing. And really, Huan hadn’t been involved in any kinslaying…
“So, darling,” Elwing said, “you’ve been to your parents house, and Tirion. Anywhere else?”
Anariel shook her head. Lórien didn’t really count, and it wasn’t like she’d stopped for any sightseeing in Valimar. Once she got to Tirion, that had been it for a while. If she’d continued humoring the Noldorin relatives, she’d probably be there another few years. But that had hardly seemed fair considering there was a set of grandparents she hadn’t seen yet and really wanted to meet.
“If she hasn’t been to Alqualondë proper yet…” Eärendil trailed off, looking to his wife.
“Any other kin can wait their turn,” Anariel said firmly. “I’ve been waiting like two long-years to come see you guys, nobody can complain if I don’t want to go anywhere else the very next day.”
If anyone did try to complain, she was going to find out whether siccing Huan on people other than her brother worked. She had the oddest feeling he might humor her this time.
“I think you underestimate how impatient your grandmother’s grandparents may be, little sun,” Eärendil chuckled. “They’re sure to find out before long. You’re not exactly subtle.”
“Was I supposed to be stealthy?” she asked, even though it was a bit late for that. “I didn’t ask Arador not to tell them…”
Elwing raised an eyebrow.
“He showed me the way here from Tirion,” she explained. “I mean, I probably could have found it myself, but it seemed silly to try the hard way when he knows it pretty well. And told me right were to find you.”
That part had been helpful. Wandering around knocking on doors to ask directions would have gotten her here eventually, but not before daybreak, and not without being noticed.
“To think Tirion thought Tinu and Anairon were inventive when it comes to mischief,” Eärendil said, shaking his head. “I suspect the two of you will outdo them in short order.”
“Why stop at two?” Elwing snorted, offering Anariel the onion rolls. “I suspect Sololindo will happily go along with any adventure to be had.”
Anariel did not say anything about Han Solo, tempting as it was. Her grandparents wouldn’t get the reference. Even if it sounded appropriate for whoever they were talking about. She assumed Sololindo was some sort of cousin. (Wasn’t everyone, really? At least, everyone who wasn’t a grandparent? Actually, given the general weirdness of her family tree, possibly even a few of them?)
“He’s about your age, and as your grandmother says, probably only too happy to join in on whatever trouble you and Arador find or invent.”
“Trouble?” she asked, with her best innocent look. “Me?”
“Surely not,” Elwing said drily. “The girl who managed to fight every creature of Belegurth remaining in Middle-earth, up to and including Gorthaur, would never look for trouble.”
“If we keep her busy enough, she can’t get into much trouble,” Eärendil suggested cheerfully.
She wasn’t entirely sure she liked the sound of ‘busy’, but breakfast had been good, so as long as they fed her…
“I don’t think either of you have the energy for busy just yet,” Elwing sniffed. “You’ve neither of you slept. I’m not sure about Anariel, but I know you will need to rest at some point soon, Eärendil.”
“We could rest outside?” Anariel suggested hopefully. Now that the sun was up, the view of the garden sloping down to the sea was very inviting – and the covered porch out back looked like a good place to relax and possibly eventually take a nap.
Elwing looked from her to the window and back again.
“Lemonade out on the veranda wouldn’t hurt,” she said thoughtfully. “It’s a fine morning for it. Just remember you’ll be useless to anyone, your granddaughter included, if you don’t rest at some point.”
Eärendil nodded solemnly.
Anariel tried not to snicker. It sounded like she wasn’t the only one who occasionally stayed awake longer than she should.
And while it’s not like she’s never spoken to her paternal grandfather before, the conversation up until now has been pretty one-sided.
Not anymore!
Granddad wanted to know everything there was to know about her. (She had the impression her grandmother was right there with him on that. But she had felt the need to remind both of them to stop talking long enough to actually eat. They haven’t stopped talking entirely, but they are eating.)
The little egg tarts Elwing had whipped up while she was in the bath were yummy, and making Anariel slightly nostalgic for dim sum. She hadn’t had any since her L.A. days, and wondered if bao were a thing here. The steamer baskets seemed like something the Lindar would appreciate.
But here instead of bao, dumplings, or lotus seed buns, the egg tarts were paired with a pastry she’d never seen before. It looked like a cinnamon roll but turned out to be spicy and involved something like onions. There was also a fruit salad that was delicious even if she could only identify half of what was in it. There were both hot and cold tea options. (One thing Anariel definitely appreciated about Aman was the food. And she was sure she hadn’t sampled all the major styles yet. Besides the Lindar of Alqualondë, there were also the Lindar of Neldoreth. And the Vanyar, who she was willing to concede might be slightly more interesting than she and her siblings had previously supposed.)
Huan was still outside, but that was just as well. She wasn’t sure how well he’d behave with all the good smells. Her grandmother had taken his presence surprisingly well, all things considered. Anariel had been minorly worried on that score, but it wasn’t like she could tell her canine babysitter to make himself scarce because he might upset Elwing. And really, Huan hadn’t been involved in any kinslaying…
“So, darling,” Elwing said, “you’ve been to your parents house, and Tirion. Anywhere else?”
Anariel shook her head. Lórien didn’t really count, and it wasn’t like she’d stopped for any sightseeing in Valimar. Once she got to Tirion, that had been it for a while. If she’d continued humoring the Noldorin relatives, she’d probably be there another few years. But that had hardly seemed fair considering there was a set of grandparents she hadn’t seen yet and really wanted to meet.
“If she hasn’t been to Alqualondë proper yet…” Eärendil trailed off, looking to his wife.
“Any other kin can wait their turn,” Anariel said firmly. “I’ve been waiting like two long-years to come see you guys, nobody can complain if I don’t want to go anywhere else the very next day.”
If anyone did try to complain, she was going to find out whether siccing Huan on people other than her brother worked. She had the oddest feeling he might humor her this time.
“I think you underestimate how impatient your grandmother’s grandparents may be, little sun,” Eärendil chuckled. “They’re sure to find out before long. You’re not exactly subtle.”
“Was I supposed to be stealthy?” she asked, even though it was a bit late for that. “I didn’t ask Arador not to tell them…”
Elwing raised an eyebrow.
“He showed me the way here from Tirion,” she explained. “I mean, I probably could have found it myself, but it seemed silly to try the hard way when he knows it pretty well. And told me right were to find you.”
That part had been helpful. Wandering around knocking on doors to ask directions would have gotten her here eventually, but not before daybreak, and not without being noticed.
“To think Tirion thought Tinu and Anairon were inventive when it comes to mischief,” Eärendil said, shaking his head. “I suspect the two of you will outdo them in short order.”
“Why stop at two?” Elwing snorted, offering Anariel the onion rolls. “I suspect Sololindo will happily go along with any adventure to be had.”
Anariel did not say anything about Han Solo, tempting as it was. Her grandparents wouldn’t get the reference. Even if it sounded appropriate for whoever they were talking about. She assumed Sololindo was some sort of cousin. (Wasn’t everyone, really? At least, everyone who wasn’t a grandparent? Actually, given the general weirdness of her family tree, possibly even a few of them?)
“He’s about your age, and as your grandmother says, probably only too happy to join in on whatever trouble you and Arador find or invent.”
“Trouble?” she asked, with her best innocent look. “Me?”
“Surely not,” Elwing said drily. “The girl who managed to fight every creature of Belegurth remaining in Middle-earth, up to and including Gorthaur, would never look for trouble.”
“If we keep her busy enough, she can’t get into much trouble,” Eärendil suggested cheerfully.
She wasn’t entirely sure she liked the sound of ‘busy’, but breakfast had been good, so as long as they fed her…
“I don’t think either of you have the energy for busy just yet,” Elwing sniffed. “You’ve neither of you slept. I’m not sure about Anariel, but I know you will need to rest at some point soon, Eärendil.”
“We could rest outside?” Anariel suggested hopefully. Now that the sun was up, the view of the garden sloping down to the sea was very inviting – and the covered porch out back looked like a good place to relax and possibly eventually take a nap.
Elwing looked from her to the window and back again.
“Lemonade out on the veranda wouldn’t hurt,” she said thoughtfully. “It’s a fine morning for it. Just remember you’ll be useless to anyone, your granddaughter included, if you don’t rest at some point.”
Eärendil nodded solemnly.
Anariel tried not to snicker. It sounded like she wasn’t the only one who occasionally stayed awake longer than she should.
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Date: 2024-08-04 04:51 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2024-08-04 06:34 am (UTC)Thank you for the chapter, it was the perfect treat before bed. :)
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Date: 2024-08-04 05:43 pm (UTC)If I were inclined to be evil, I would introduce a bunch of new characters just to watch everyone jump around playing the 'who is Anariel going to pair up with' game...
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Date: 2025-01-15 12:59 am (UTC)Although technically Tinu married a not-too-distant relative….
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Date: 2025-01-15 03:21 am (UTC)