• 1-Legacy
• 2-Of Gifts and Giving
• 3-Reassurance
• 4-The Mistake
• 5-Reward
• 6-Awakening
• 7-Hot Chocolate
• 8-Perfection
• 9-Well Met
• 10-The Bluff
• 11-Distinctions

*Title: Well Met (Written for the Fanfic100 challenge)

*Author: Minuial Nuwing

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*Fandom: JRR Tolkien

*Characters: Elladan Peredhil & Elrohir Peredhil

*Type: FPGen

*Prompt: 046 – Star

*Word Count: 300

*Rating: G

*Summary: The twins meet their grandfather.

*Disclaimer: Only the quirks and perversions are mine.

Everything else belongs to the creator-god of Middle Earth, J.R.R.

Tolkien. I am awed by his gifts and humbled by his vision. I promise to

clean them all up and return them with smiles on their faces when I am

done playing!

*Author's Notes: Shameless elfling fluff

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Well Met

Identical grey gazes turned on him, the desire to believe warring with

the fear that this was yet another peculiar parental belief, like the idea

that one must bathe everyday, or that rabbits were best left outdoors.

“Truly, Ada?”

“Truly,” Elrond affirmed, lifting first Elladan, then Elrohir, to sit

on the wide stone balustrade. “’Tis you Iauradar, my Ada, sailing the

skies in his ship, Vingilot.”

“’Tis a powerful bright lantern he carries,” Elrohir said, his eyes

wide with wonder.

“Not a lantern, ‘Rohir,” Elrond chuckled, ruffling his son’s bath-damp

hair. “’Tis a Silmaril bound to his brow that lights his path.”

The star twinkled gaily, as though perhaps the Mariner himself was

laughing, and Elladan’s eyes grew perfectly round. “Can he hear us? Does

he know my name?”

“I talk with him near every night,” the Elf-lord answered, his gaze

fixed on the distant glow. “Aye, he can hear us, ‘Adan. And he knows

your names well, for I have oft spoken of you.”

As if guided by one mind, two small hands lifted in waves of welcome,

two lilting voices sounded in unison. “Good evening, Iauradar!”

For a moment all was still, then Eärendil flared brightly, glittering

like crystal-studded mithril in the velvety sky, his silvery glow touching

the upturned faces of the astounded elflings below.

“What did he say, Ada?” Elrohir asked in awe, his hand closing firmly

on Elladan’s fingers.

Elrond tightened his arms around his sons. “He said ‘Mae govannen,

pin nith.’”

The star danced joyfully, the light becoming warmer, softer as it

caressed baby-fine ebony hair and reflected in wide grey eyes.

Elladan looked at his father expectantly. “What else, Ada? What else

did he say?”

Elrond pressed a kiss to the crown of each dark head.

“He said ‘I love you.’”