The Hobbit / LOTR -oneshots

Bother - Elrond

Warnings: Thorin is an ass, baby Elladan hurts himself
Word count: 1907 (but about 300 of it is the song)
Other: Timeline's all messed up buuuuut I wanted baby Arwen.
Requested: noope

You learn why dwarves are considered such terrible house guests.

The ruckus the dwarves were making made you glare down from the window you were standing next to. It was bad enough that they were bathing in one of your fountains, they were making such a ruckus that you were sure they had frightened off all the birds in Rivendell.
"Now I understand why dwarves are called the wrist houseguests you can possibly have." You muttered more to yourself than anyone else, but Elrond heard you.
"Come now, ninglor nín (my waterflower), they are not that bad." You raised a brow to him but decided not to say anything, just continued folding the baby clothes that had just come back from the wash. The gentle colors of greens and blues were delicate to the eye and made you smile as you slid your fingers on the soft fabric. 

A cry from the edge of the room gathered your attention. You sighed, placing the shirt back onto the pile. You picked Arwen up yet again, she has gotten spooked by the ruckus yet again. This was the fourth time this evening, and you were starting to get truly angered. You didn't actually care about the fountain, it could be cleaned, but scaring your daughter was not something you could guite stomach. You were almost ready to storm onto wherever they had made their camp and give them a few, carefully considered, heavy words.

You started humming slowly, trying to soothe her, remembering the song your mother used to sing to you when you were small:

The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade, a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinúviel was dancing there
To the music of a pipe unseen,
And the light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.

There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.

Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.

He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hilltop high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.

When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.

Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
He called her by her elvish name,
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel
That in his arms lay glistening.

As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinúviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.

Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.