Dan and Ro's Cooking Lessons

Dan and Ro's Cooking Lessons

Summary: A story in which the twins Elladan and Elrohir hurt their little brother without realizing it. Estel is left terrified of them and Elrond, Glorfindel and Erestor are up to the task to fix it without leaving permanent damage on the house of Eärendil. Can they win the future heir of Gondor's trust back? Fluff story about apologizing, forgiveness and family moments.

Disclaimer: The genius J.R.R Tolkien owns Middle-Earth and everyone in the story. The writer does not gain any profit; She only writes it for entertainment proposes.

Rating: K+/ G since Elladan used the word 'cursed' in sentence one.

“'Ro! How do you tie those cursed kitchen aprons?” Elladan asked his younger twin brother.

“Oh! Elladan just said one of the words on the list!” Little Estel pointed out to Glorfindel, who was assigned to keep an eye on the three terrors of his lord. He merely rolled his eyes in a very unlikely elven manner. Elrond, you own me a lot mellon nin. The legendary elven lord thought to himself with a rather satisfied smile.

Estel looked with a horrified expression to the balrog slayer. Slowly the child turned back to his older brothers. The two were still caught up with the kitchen aprons, who were transfixed around the twins.

“'Dan, 'Ro?” He asked with a trembling voice. The brothers paused their movements. Several moments later Elladan's head appeared from underneath the aprons. “Yes, muindor?” He asked while observing his foster brother from head to toes. “Is something amiss?” Estel nodded.

“'Dan, Glorfindel is being scary!” The boy blurted out. The elf in question raised raised an eyebrow by the statement. He? Scary? He would have a talk with Elrond about meanings of certain words. He certainly wasn't scary!

The boy looked uncertainly from the mighty balrog slayer to his older brother. After his heroic confession Elladan had became red while he should preach Glorfindel! Elrohir hadn't been in a much better state than his twin. Even though Estel couldn't see him, he had heard the unmistakable stifled giggle coming from underneath the aprons.

“'Ro?” He asked uncertainly. Elrohir took a deep breath and thought of their father if he ever found out, but couldn't help but laugh harder. His twin brother meanwhile tried to make the situation a bit less uncomfortable for the confused child, but failed miserable. Estel became with the second paler and after another period of waiting, he ran as fast his legs could out the room. “Ada!” The boy screamed while making his way over to the dinning room.

Between laughing, Elladan called out to his brother.

“'Ro?” The said elf stuck his head out from the aprons. “Yes?” He asked. “Adar will have our heads!” Elladan said with laughter in his voice. Elrohir nodded his head at that statement.

“We're in for some trouble, aren't we?” He didn't even need a conformation for that. He and his twin knew without doubt that Lord Elrond would be furious. After all, their little brother was on his way to him looking he saw a ghost. Which they had caused.

If they thought it had been anything serious, the brothers would've went already after him. Even though they grew fond of scaring their muindor, they loved him dearly. They knew that Estel would forgive them as every time. They couldn't wish for a better brother.

Glorfindel, who was still present, shook his head. The mischief in their eyes would only bring the Last Homely House more trouble than it could bear.

Elrond had been in a conversation with Mithrandir when his youngest son came flying towards him. “Ada!” The boy had screamed several times. Elrond had not waited a second with picking up the terrified child. He had clung on his robes for dear life. What happened? Thousands possibilities crossed the mind of the lord. Orcs who had found a way through the safe heaven of Imladris? Dying warriors who had passed the boy on their way to the healing ward? A training exercise went wrong? The serenity the lord had controlled some time ago was gone.