Tales from Arda

RAiNY DAY

P/N (Publisher's note): The first story! Enjoy!

Cast: Estel(about 25 yrs old), Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir, Lindir, Thranduil

Genre: Humor

Warnings: If you are afraid of the rain, this might be a horror story... but otherwise, this is just a harmless little fic.

Notifications: Everything is Tolkien's. Not mine. Only the plot is mine. *pouts* Oh, and the image above is from pinterest...

Lindir winced. A loud 'bam' shook the whole building, on top of the sound of the pelting rain. 

'What would lord Elrond say if he saw this...this disaster!' Lindir mourned the presence of Elrond that kept Imladris calm and quiet most of the time. But now he had gone to visit lady Galadriel and lord Celeborn in Lothlorien. Which meant that the twins and Estel, aka the 'triple tornado', could run wild like 'foals on the loose', as Erestor would put it. 

And there was prince Legolas, who stumbled into the gates of Rivendell half-dead from a mission with Estel (Legolas's missions with Estel almost always turned impossibly dangerous somehow.) only a month ago. Under Elrond's ever watchful eyes, the young elf had stayed obediently in bed while his wounds healed. But now he was romping about happily with Estel, the healing scars on his face the only visible signs of his injuries. Not to mention that he was every bit of a troublemaker as his mortal friend. 

And lord Glorfindel was no help at all, for he enjoyed the tornadoes's and the prince's antics and merriment. Truth be told, Glorfindel was still very bright-spirited and easygoing despite all he had gone through in his long life. Lindir sighed. It seemed that he, the youngest elf in this queer family, had to patch up yet another mayhem.

Lindir mustered all of his courage, took a deep breath, and marched off towards the front door where the racket came from. The instant he beheld the scene of the 'crime', he was appalled.

Elladan and Elrohir was standing in front of an enormous pile of various furniture, giggling uncontrollably. Legolas arrived, dragging a large desk along and adding it to the pile. Lindir observed that velvet chairs, a large sofa(!), wood from various fireplaces, some pouffes and stools were piled in front of the wooden door, obviously keeping someone out in the rain. And that someone seemed to be Estel, judging from the voice that hollered outside. 

"Elladan, Elrohir, Legolas!!! Open the door this instance!!!" Estel yelled, pounding on the door. His voice became louder as thunder rumbled in the distance. 

"Aiya!(Hey!) Do you hear me!!! Open up now!!! Or you'll regret it! Don't you remember..." The rest of his words were impossible to comprehend, covered by the wind and the rain. 

"U-minno." (Do not enter.) Was the only response from Elladan, his voice thick with amusement.

"Damn those elves!" Estel exclaimed and then spoke a certain mix of highly offensive words that would have made Elrond frown. Legolas's fair laughter only grew louder at these words.

A part of Lindir's mind told him to intervene and let poor Estel in, but for some reason Lindir did not make any move to stop the laughing elves. Maybe it was because he was simply overwhelmed by the mess they have created, or because Lindir had too much subconscious anger at Estel, whose favorite pastime was to prank the minstrel. Or it could be because he was glad to see the prince so lively, after coming back from Mandos's doorstep.       

So Lindir stood still, watching silently as Elrohir crumpled onto his knees, howling in laughter while clutching his stomach. 

Suddenly, Estel's voice got more desperate.

"Hey, Elladan, please open the door, or we'll all gonna die! King Thranduil is here, and he's..."

Estel was interrupted as the door flew open with a crash, the impact sending all the furniture sailing across the floor. Elladan and Elrohir's mouth hung open, while Legolas was nowhere to be seen.

A timely bolt of lightning tore across the dark sky, as a tall figure appeared at the door. The sudden light revealed the wrathful face of the Elvenking, strands of his soaked hair covering his smoldering eyes, dripping water. 

"Is it true that the hospitality of Rivendell has dwindled conspicuously, or is it just happens to be my imagination that the door is barricaded?" Thranduil drawled icily, his usually well-tended fashionable cape now drooping, sodden wet.

Elladan and Elrohir managed to say their "Mae govannen."s, then fled down the corridor, following Legolas's example. Estel stepped inside the door, glanced at Lindir, now trembling in fear, then finished his sentence; "very, very angry..." and flew after Elladan, leaving poor Lindir alone with the livid Thranduil.

Lindir squeaked. "Uh, w...welcome to Im...Imladris, my lord..."

Thranduil stared at Lindir in the way a cat sizes up a mouse. Lindir swallowed nervously, suddenly feeling very small among the puddles of rain pouring in and the furniture scattered on the floor... 

>>>>> The End <<<<<

P/N: So poor Lindir's in trouble...🤣🤣🤣 What do you think will happen afterwards? Why is Thranduil even here? Wait until the next upload for the answers, or tell me your guess by comment! Any questions, opinions, requests, or random ramblings are welcome! Novaer!