So, just a note this is not probably going to be updated consistently. I have a lot going on in my life, but this idea popped up in my head and I just couldn't let it rest. It will probably be choppy, cheesy, and really awfully written at times and I apologize. I am trying to bring back my muse which college seems to have killed for me. Joy.
On the brighter side I hope that this story interests you at least somewhat...
"Ada...?"
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"Ada?"
"Ada!" The small voice demanded from the floor.
Whirling around, silken robes flailing out like butterfly wings, Elrond stared down at his small copper-headed daughter. She stood there in her short dress, tresses mussed, with her face screwed up in a most concerning bright eyes twinkled knowingly as she continued to see him trying to cease fidgeting. She was very perceptive for one so young, just out of toddlerhood. He sighed and halted his rapid pacing in favor of answering her.
"Yes, sellig?" He asked rubbing his temple in a circular motion hoping to relieve the pressure.
"Where is Naneth? Why haven't I seen her today? She wasn't at the table to break our fast this morn?" She pelted him with questions one after the other like a hammer.
"Naneth-Naneth is not-Well to be frank, she is bringing you another sibling."
Her small ocean blue eyes sparkled, "A sister!?"
"Perhaps, though I think it is more likely to be a little brother," He smiled and chuckled softly as she pouted, crossing her small arms and popping her small hip stubbornly.
"But I wanted a sister, I wished for one upon a shooting star."
"The stars cannot always grant you what you wish for, little one," He soothed as he brushed his fingers through her mussed hair trying to tame it's rebellious waves into submission."They are place there for our enjoyment by the Valar, they are incredibly special to us.
She nodded her small head,"Naneth always said that our people were named for the stars, and that I was too."
"Yes, little one, you were, our little morning star, reminding us that this world is not as dark as it seems," he replied, though there is much darkness in it.
"Couldn't Naneth bring me a little sister so that she can be another star in the sky?," she questioned, turning to pick up a stuffed horse from among her many toys.
"Perhaps next time, but we cannot know if the Valar will bless your Naneth and I with more children, we must be happy with whatever they give us," he encouraged, "A brother can not be that bad, surly?"
"Lairien says her brother is annoying, that he cries loudly at night and that he smells, it sounds gross," she stated lifting her head proudly as if she knew everything about brothers.
"Yes, but that is only for a time, they will not always be like that."
"Well, if I can't have a sister a brother is better than nothing," she huffed in annoyance, pulling at a strand of her hair.
He smiled, better than nothing indeed.
The moon was high in the sky, is light filtering down through the clouds like a mist to shine on the cool marble floor of her bedroom. He soft breathing could be heard over the noise of the night creatures as a figure crept closer to her bed, clothed in a dark robe, making almost no sound at all. Reaching out it's had it gently shook her small shoulder. She shifted beneath the warm coverlet and a tiny hand rose to rub the sleep from her tired eyes. She was not used to be woken at such a late hour of the night and she struggled to draw herself from the pleasant dream that she had been experiencing.
"What is it?" She asked sleepily, blinking in the starlight.
"It is I little one," her father's voice spoke in the darkness.
"Ada?" she yawned.
"There is some people that Naneth would like you to meet, but you have to be awake," His gentle voice whispered into her ear as he plucked her from beneath her warm covers. She snuggled into his arms and she clung to his neck, rubbing once again at her droopy eyes.
"Who?"
"You shall see."
Exiting the room through the ornate carved door, his soft steps traveled down the hallway, past open windows, tapestries, and small nooks looking out over the waterfalls. His path led up to another ornate door, this one with trees and butterflies carved into it's surface, twisting and turning elegantly. Pushing it open, he entered, closing it softly behind him as he turned to walk further into the room. She stirred in his arms, blinking in the pale light of one of the lamps that hung from the high ceiling above them, and gazed at the scene before her.
Upon the plush mattress of her parents lavish bed lay her mother. She was propped up by numerous pillows of crystal white, and her hands lay clasped over her breast serenely. Her face was peaceful, and her eyes such a great joy that her daughter could not comprehend it's meaning at the late hour. The hall clock began to chime. Naneth smiled and raising her lily white hand to becon them closer before bringing a single finger to her pink lips to signify silence. Slipping down from her father's arms and grasping his hand tightly, she tip-toed closer to the bed before crawling up next to her mother. Snuggling close, she nuzzled her nose into her mother's pale neck and breathed deep of her natural perfume, like lavender and rain, before letting out her breath with a small contented sigh.
"Ada said that you were not well; that you were bringing me a little brother?" she asked in a small voice.
Her mother nodded.
"Was it hard?"
"A little, my love, but it was worth it, Celebrian's musical voice soothed, brushing her finger through her daughter's hair lovingly, they are waiting to see you."
Twisting in her mother's arms, Thennil looked over to the carved wooden cradle that stood next to the bed. It was made from cherry wood, carved into curls of wood the reminded her of the painting of the sea that she had seen in one of the shops. One single branch curved up and above it to create a place to hang a mobile if one had the inclination. Scooting over to the edge of the bed she leaned over the edge and peered down at the two small faces that greeted her. She gasped, and reached out a hesitant finger to trace the dark line of hair that grew on each of their sleeping heads, barily breathing. Eyes wide in wonder she giggled softly when they made snuffling noises; small eyes opened to gaze up at her.
"They are beautiful," she whispered.
"Aye, her Ada chuckled, but I don't know if they will always wished to be called beautiful as they grow older."
"But they are; what have you called them?" She wondered, not really caring what the answer was as she looked down at them.
"This is Elladan, her Ada said picking the boy closest to him up and holding him so that she could see, he has darker eyes and lighter hair, Elrohir has lighter grey eyes."
She smiled hopefully and bounced on the edge of the bed, "Can I play with them now?"
"Nay my love, her father said rocking the infant gently, they are young yet and you would trample them in your haste to teach them all about your toys."
She pouted, and looked up at him pleading.
"Give them a few years and then they will be able to play with you, then you may teach them all you like!"
She turned to the elflings and smiled mischieviously, "You must eat lots of greens so that you grow quickly, brothers, then I shall teach you everything, the best places to hide when we play hide and seek, how to be Lady of the rock, she paused in thought, a finger on her small chin, though you will be Lords, not ladies seeing as you are boys."
"Yes, but it would be best if you refrain from teaching them how to flinch sweets from the kitchens," her father stated, pinching her cheek.
"It was only one pastry!" She gasped, jaw hanging open. He raised his eyebrow at her, "or two... maybe three?"
He chuckled, "You have a large sweet tooth, little one."
She grinned and stated proudly, "Just like Naneth!"
Their laughter rang softly through the halls of the house.
"Just like Naneth."