Thanks! I am sure Elladan with need all of the sympathy you can give
*glances at distraught elf* Yeah... I want go into details about WHY
he is so distraught, but something that happened in this other fic
alogn with this... *whistles innocently* I am not that mean to
characters, because I obviously give them breaks from angsty,
horrible-ness! *ignores Elladan's protests about that statement*

lol! Well, I am really glad that I could write something that you
could associate with! Myself, I've never been to a 'council meeting'
of any kind... but I've seen movies, read lots of stuff, and I have a
pretty great imagination. ;)

Thanks for reviewing! It means a lot to me!

-Raina

--- In mirror_images@yahoogroups.com, Lila MacDonaugh
<peregrin_ionad@...> wrote:
>
> Hey I enjoyed this, and I can totally sympathise with Elladan. I'm
the head of the scholl council, and we had to host a meeting with
other school council as well as the town council....I never thought
that healthy eating could be so boring.......
>
> Pip
>
> Mírainawen <thehorseinthewind@...> wrote:
> I thought I might post a little story I wrote revolving
around
> Elladan and Elrohir, partly in hopes to wake this sleepy little
group
> up a little.
>
> So, please except my humble offerings, and I hope you enjoy this
> little tale.
>
> Title: Another Day, Another Meeting
> Author: Raina
> Summary: Diplomatic meetings a bother to anyone? Apparently so for
a
> certain Elven twin. Just a peek at a day in the life of a son of
> Elrond.
> Disclaimers: If I owned LotR, I would be filthy rich and spending
> time with my friends that live in other states, not writing so many
> stories all the time. I think you can come to the conclusion that I
> do not, in fact, own LotR - I just borrow the characters, places,
> etc. for my own enjoyment, and hopefully to the pleasure of others
> that read these tales.
> Warnings: Brief Mild Language
> Beta: MCross
> Author's Notes: This was written for the MCI February Challenge:
must
> include the word `bloody', and the quote: "Look, I'm so tired, will
> you just -" (can end there or the sentence can be completed). Must
> also have the line: "Don't look at me like that, I'm trapped too,
you
> know!"
>
> This is a bit of nonsense, I am sure. Not to be taken too seriously.
>
> I am not sure if I made this very clear in the story, so I thought
I
> would point out: in the first and last parts, things are being
spoken
> in Elvish, but in the middle part (during the meeting) usually,
> unless otherwise noted, the language being spoken is Common
> (English) - this is why I have no Elvish in the first and last
parts,
> but the middle has some Sindarin.
>
> *text* = italics
>
> ----------------------------------------------------------
>
> Loop over, pull tight. Examine reflection. Not quite right. Untie,
> adjust, reloop, pull taught. Stars! still not correct.
>
> There came a knock at the door.
>
> "Come in. Come in!" He snapped.
>
> "Elladan, *what* are you doing? The Ambassadors arrive any moment
> now!" Elrohir closed the door and approached his brother.
>
> "As if I care!" Elladan growled.
>
> Elrohir just gave him a look at that statement. It was true though,
> he did not care that the Emissaries were to be there at any given
> moment - what they both knew he cared about, however, was what
their
> father would say if Elladan did not arrive in time to greet the
> delegates.
>
> "I hate these bloody diplomatic meetings." Elladan hissed under his
> breath.
>
> "And if I had not the luxury of knowing you my whole life, I would
> say you are procrastinating. Oh, and don't let father hear you
> swearing, you know he doesn't like it." Elrohir had the odd and
very
> rare chance of chastising his brother.
>
> Elladan stiffened and cast a glare at his brother. "I am not
> procrastinating. Just because I find these diplomatic situations to
> be all rather a bother, does not signify that I would intentionally
> be putting off arriving."
>
> "Then what is keeping you?" Elrohir asked with a hint of humor in
his
> eyes.
>
> The older twin let out a sigh. "This ridiculous formal wear! I
cannot
> get it to look right."
>
> Elrohir shook his head and reached over to help his brother finish
> tying off the sash that he was wearing over one shoulder. "There."
>
> Elladan glared at the reflection of himself in the mirror. "I
despise
> these robes. They look like... dresses." He shifted uncomfortably.
>
> The younger twin gave his brother a stern look. "What a sexist
> attitude! I am surprised at you." Elrohir turned and headed for the
> door before glancing back over his shoulder. "Besides, what if I
said
> you looked good in a `dress'?" The younger elf sniggered as he
> stepped out the door.
>
> Elladan glanced back at the mirror in surprise, then glared at his
> brother's retreating form. "By the Valar!" He growled as he turned
> and exited behind his twin.
>
> If there was nothing more that Elladan, as a warrior, hated - it
was
> having to wear robes. Having spent so long as a soldier, the older
> twin preferred a tunic and leggings to anything related to a robe.
>
> "I do not see what you are so upset about, `Dan. All you have to do
> is spend five minutes greeting them, and *maybe* an hour or so
making
> small talk at the reception. *I* am the one who has to be their
> escort for the next three days." Elrohir shook his head.
>
> "I don't enjoy these diplomatic situations, and as you said
earlier -
> since you have had the luxury of knowing me your whole life, you
> should possess that knowledge already." Elladan shot back with
> frustration clear in his voice.
>
> -----
>
> Elladan barely refrained from slamming his fist down on the table
in
> anger. He couldn't take much more of this - his tolerance level was
> being pushed, and these delegates had better watch what they were
> doing or he was going to lose control.
>
> The elf cast a glance over at his twin as he tried to keep a rein
on
> himself, his gaze was almost pleading with his brother for some
sort
> of release. Elrohir just returned his gaze with a look, his eyes
> seeming to say, "Don't look at me like that, I'm trapped too, you
> know."
>
> At Elrohir's look, Elladan's anger flared up higher - after all,
> Elrohir had been the one that said all he would have to do is greet
> the ambassadors and then make small talk at the reception. In the
> rational part of his mind, Elladan knew that Elrohir could not have
> known about the meeting with the delegates that they would have to
> attend after the reception.
>
> Suffusing a sigh, Elladan ran a hand through his hair and locked
his
> eyes on the papers in front of him, trying to find the will to push
> down his rising annoyance and temper. The dark haired elf breathed
> deeply, blocking out everything around him for a moment. He began
to
> idly read what was in front of him, stemming his attention on his
> emotions.
>
> "*Elladan!*" The young elf's head snapped up at the stern tone, for
> he could also hear underneath the guarded voice there was slight
> annoyance and disapproval - a *lot* of disapproval.
>
> "Nin thelich, ada? [You mean me, dad?]" Elladan said with
> apprehension, wondering what he had done wrong. Elrond's eyes
> narrowed at his son and Elladan quickly rectified, "Yes, My Lord
> Elrond?" A formal tone was adapted into the older twin's voice as
he
> switched to Common and properly addressed his father, inclining his
> head slightly in respect to the elf-lord.
>
> "You have been asked to state your opinion on this matter." Elrond
> responded, a small smile slipping through his stern visage at his
> son's tone.
>
> Elladan swallowed hard. What matter were they discussing again?
> Something about Elves and the ambassadors sent by the Men of
Harlech
> not agreeing with their methods or some such nonsense. The older
son
> of Elrond cast what he hoped was a secretive glance over at his
twin,
> hoping his brother could somehow help him cover up his
> inattentiveness. Elrohir nodded almost imperceptibly, and Elladan's
> gaze snapped back to his father - where, beneath the carefully
> guarded and formal expression, Elladan could detect humor shining
in
> his father's eyes.
>
> The elf wanted to flat-out state what he *really* thought of this
> whole thing, but knew that it was not a very proper response
> according to a formal meeting such as this. Tactic was needed, and
so
> Elladan considered his answer carefully before answering. "It would
> be very difficult for me to respond to such a request, for one
could
> say that my opinion is rather biased..."
>
> -----
>
> "Well, *that* was lovely meeting." Elladan commented sarcastically
to
> Elrohir as the two walked down the hall towards their rooms for the
> evening.
>
> Elrohir snorted. "Yes, indeed. I think it might be a good thing
Estel
> is currently in Mirkwood."
>
> That just caused the older twin to rolls his eyes. "The lucky
scamp."
>
> "I am not sure about that," he shrugged. "Luck doesn't seem to be
> with Estel when he and Legolas are together."
>
> Elrohir's statement brought a small smile to Elladan's lips. "True,
> true. Still, I would almost rather be on a misadventure with them
two
> than be stuck here listening to *that* drivel."
>
> "Guard your tongue, Elladan, for it has a great power of its own."
> Elrond had approached the two unheard, catching his sons unaware.
>
> "Yes, father."
>
> "Good. Now, before you both retire, I would like to discuss this
> afternoon's meeting."
>
> Elrohir raised an eyebrow at their father. "What more is there to
> discuss that was not mentioned at the meeting?"
>
> "We've got to find a diplomatic solution to their complaints, don't
> we?" Elrond inquired, making his sons think the situation through.
> Turning, he gestured for the twins to join him as he strolled down
> the hall toward his study, where they could discuss the matters
> quietly between themselves.
>
> "I think the only way for me to sanely get through this discussion
is
> to have a bottle of wine." Elladan muttered.
>
> "And wine we have plenty of, but first, before you start drinking,
> Elladan, I'd like to talk to you about your behaviour today."
Elrond
> took a seat leisurely in a chair by the fireplace - which was not
lit
> due to the fact that it was not the time of year for such a
commodity
> to be needed, but there were several lamps sitting on the mantle
that
> lit that part of the room. "Though I do not blame you for not
wishing
> to pay much heed to such a tedious meeting--"
>
> "Monotonous, nonsensical, and doltish is what it was."
>
> Elrond's lips quirked slightly at his son's muttered statement, but
> his eyes clearly conveyed he didn't very much appreciate being
> interrupted. "Thank you, Elrohir, for your enlightening words."
>
> Elladan snickered and Elrohir just shrugged with an innocent smile
at
> their father's sarcastic words.
>
> Clearing his throat, the Lord of Rivendell called their attention
> back to the matter being discussed beforehand. "I do not blame you
> for your lack of attention, I found myself desiring an escape as
> well, but you must keep in mind better that when around the Men
from
> Harlech, Common needs to be spoken, not our own native tongue. It
> does not make them feel welcome for us to speak Elvish around them,
> as one ambassador pointed out to me after the meeting."
>
> "It was an accident...,"
>
> "I know it was, Elladan, but if you had been paying better
attention,
> you would have remembered what language you needed to speak in."
>
> At the highly amused expression on Elrond's face, Elladan scowled,
> letting out a sigh. "Look, I'm so tired, will you just please let
it
> go so we can get on with the matter at hand?"
>
> "Why? Elladan, we all had a trying day, we could use some
amusement,"
> Elrohir grinned at his brother.
>
> "Not at my expense!" Elladan took a chair across from his father, a
> wine glass in hand.
>
> "Very well," Elrond shook his head with a fond smile. "We shall
have
> to discuss then the nature of this afternoon's meeting. A rather
> enjoyable topic, wouldn't you say?"
>
> "Oh yes!" Elladan began sarcastically. "Whether or not Elves have
the
> *`right'* to have a dam on the Bruinen and therefore decide who
gets
> water and when."
>
> At that, all three elves descended into stress-induced, hysterical
> laughter.
>
> The End
>
> A/N: Normally I do not put the Elvish translations straight into
the
> story, but I thought it would be best to have THAT translation
right
> there, so that everyone can enjoy that phrase - it amuses me, for
> some unknown reason, so I thought it would be the best thing to
have
> Elladan say. :D I wonder if I was correct
>
>
>
>
>
>
> "It's not a streak, it's a way of life"
>
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