Fanfic100: JRR Tolkien - Elladan/Elrohir
folder
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
2,483
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
2,483
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Distinctions
*Title: Distinctions (Written for and )
*Author: Minuial Nuwing
13 - The dark water boiled, and there was a hideous stench.(50passages)*Word Count: 200*Rating: G*Summary: The twins disobey...again.*Disclaimer: Only the quirks and perversions are mine. Everything else belongs to the creator-god of Middle Earth, J.R.R. Tolkien. I am awed by his gifts and humbled by his vision. I promise to clean them all up and return them with smiles on their faces when I am done playing!*Author's Notes: More shameless elfling fluff. If this keeps up, ‘Dan and ‘Roh will move out. **grin************************Distinctions
“’Dan is sicker than I, Ada, truly.”Elrond’s eyebrow arched slightly as he took in the fever-flushed cheeks of his youngest son.“Am not!” Elladan insisted, rubbing his dark-ringed eyes. “’Roh is sicker than I be. Give it to him, Ada.”“Neither of you would be ill had you heeded my warning,” the Elf-lord pointed out, suppressing a smile as two chastised grey gazes dropped penitently. “When I say berries are not for eating, they are not for eating.”“But we thought you only meant to save them,” Elrohir dared, “not that they were poison!”A chuckle nearly escaped despite Elrond’s best effort, and he laid a gentle hand on each dark head. “Were they poison, pen neth, ‘twould be a tragedy, indeed. ‘Tis only that they are meant for healing, not for consumption by voracious elflings.”Forcing a look of disapproval to his face, he turned back to the ominously steaming kettle that swung over red-hot coals, tending the brew with a practiced hand. The dark water boiled, and there was a hideous stench. Then Elrond allowed himself a smile, his eyes dancing. “And you need not fret, pin nith. There is more than enough tonic to go around.”
*~*~*~*~*