#elftwins

[elladrawn]

Elladan in red. Elrohir in blue.

[talendetree]

One morning, it was pouring with rain. Every spider’s web became visible, shaking with the weight of shining droplets. Deep puddles formed on the footpath, and thick grasses bent under the downpour. But in the brambles beneath the dog-rose bush, Rose’s house was snug and dry. It was by far the largest sprite house on Wildside. She’d made it from a doll’s house that had been thrown away because it had cracks in it, and it had two rooms. Upstairs was Rose’s pretty bedroom, and downstairs was a kitchen with a shiny stove, taps that really worked, and a well-scrubbed table big enough for all the sprites to sit round together when they wanted to. Here Madge, Rose and Clover were sheltering from the rain, drinking orange juice and making plans.

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[talendetree]

Clover by Junkoc

[talendetree]

Ace and his Tree by junkoc

[talendetree]

Ace woke suddenly from a strange dream. He sat up in his bed, his heart pounding and his mouth dry, and looked around. Everything seemed normal; the night was warm and still, Will was in the other bed. He couldn’t see him, it was too dark, but he knew he was there. “Are you asleep?” he whispered, too softly to wake him if he was. There was no answer. Good, thought Ace. He’d think I was bonkers, but I’m going to have to go and check. He crept out of the house, through the long grasses, and relief throbbed through him as he caught sight of the sycamore, a dark shape against the sky. Ace gazed at it for a moment, then with one jump he was up in its branches, feeling it all around him, beautiful now in early June, just into full leaf. He looked out protectively across Wildside. To his right, the great horse chestnut, with the brook beside it, and the willow beyond. To his left, the roofs of houses. There was the rowan, and the hazel, then the silver birches, and behind them, the railway embankment. All was well. Ace jumped down and went back to the house, pushed the door gently and tripped over a box of scrap metal. “Ow!” he squawked.

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[talendetree]

In a remote Norwegian valley, a young elf was gazing out of the window of an army classroom. He was very bored. Outside, the sun was shining and the wind was tossing the branches. Great day to go windsurfing. But in here, Sergeant Lavall was droning on about communication techniques. Boring. He jumped as a piece of chalk whizzed past his ear. “Wake up and stop day-dreaming,” shouted the sergeant. “You’re not going to get very far in the army if you don’t listen. You don’t think Ace and Will Moseley became the youngest generals the army’s ever seen by gazing out of windows, do you?” Bewildered, the young elf shook his head, but someone else piped up. “I’ve heard they were always getting in trouble.”

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