Would you be willing to do fluff 20/22 for the Ring Babies? You decide who's surprised at their presence x)
Oh this is brilliant
From this prompt list.
20 - “Where did all these children come from?”
22 - “That’s a baby.”
“Cousin Elrond!” Celebrimbor exclaims brightly, adjusting the baby on his hip as he turns abruptly from the elf he is talking to and hurries down the steps. “You’re here early! We weren’t expecting you or Gil for another week yet.”
Elrond blinks at him, never quite ready for his cousin’s…exuberance. “That’s a baby,” he says, forgoing any greeting.
“Yes, this is Malya - say hello to your cousin Elrond, Malya.”
Malya, apparently, does not want to do this and buries her face into the fabric of Celebrimbor’s tunic.
This, in fact, makes Elrond just a bit more confused. Who was this child? Was she Celebrimbor’s child?
He shakes his head. That is, of course, ridiculous - Celebrimbor isn’t married.
A young girl bursts out of the doors at the top of the stairs, startling quite a few people milling around, and half runs, half leaps her way down towards them.
“Atto!” She exclaims, coming to a skidding halt and ignoring the fact that Elrond is standing right there. “Atya says that a bird just arrived from Aunty Galadriel. It won’t let him take the letter so he needs you.” She nods seriously. “The bird keeps attacking him.”
Celebrimbor makes a face. “Your aunt needs to find better carrier birds.” He laughs, apparently to himself. “Thank you for telling me. Now, Nenya, run up and tell your father that I will there momentarily and try and get the bird under control. And Vilya,” he turns to a pair of boys who appeared without Elrond noticing. “can you and Narya please find Fenordh and tell xem that the king’s herald arrived earlier than expected?”
As quickly as they came, they disappear again, Nenya with her head held high and with a great air of importance about her which doesn’t quite fit with her childish countenance and Vilya chasing his brother.
“Sorry about that, Galadriel still doesn’t like Mai even though I explained that he’s not evil and he doesn’t want to kill me.” Celebrimbor grins brightly at Elrond, adjusting Malya’s position on his hip.
“Mai?” Elrond asks, trying to work out whatever it is that’s going on.
“Annatar,” Celebrimbor explains as if Elrond should know this. “Mairon is another of his names.”
“Mairon…” Elrond says weakly, the name sparking uncomfortable familiarity. “You…”
“Atto!” Narya calls, leaning over the fence of a balcony about three floors above. Celebrimbor turns, shielding his eyes with his hand, distractedly letting Malya go when she wiggles to get down. “Atya says that the bird has destroyed the linen cupboard!”
“Oh Eru,” Celebrimbor mutters and calls up to his daughter that he will be there in a moment and to try and get the bird to calm down.
Seemingly forgetting all about Malya and Elrond, he runs up the stairs and disappears into the main building.
Someone tugs on the edge of his tunic.
"'Rond," Malya mumbles, looking up at him with wide eyes, "'m hungry."
Elrond blinks down at her, entirely unsure what to do with this child. "Well then, we should probably...have some food."
He digs around in his pocket a moment, trying to remember if he had pocketed any of the dried fruit from his last meal. He doesn't find any but he does find a bag of dried seaweed that he doesn't remember packing but he supposes is good enough as food.
So with Malya happily eating that on her place on his hip, they venture further into the palace.
She will undoutbedly just be happy to see her fathers but Elrond has a lot of questions and he very much needs them answered.
