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28 March 2009 @ 08:33 pm
B2MeM Prompt 28: The Calender  
Ficlet; Elros, Elrond, Maglor; G.

What's your favorite month of the year? Consider or write briefly about why this month is special. November, because of NaNoWriMo. This November will be my sixth year. I’m active on those forums year-round, and am a moderator for one of the subforums. Obsessed, maybe, but it’s what convinced me that I can write novels, and that I didn’t have to take years to do so.

Creation

I looked up when Elros came into the room, banging the front door shut behind him. He shot me an annoyed glare and then stomped upstairs, a couple stairs creaking underneath his feet. I shook my head, bemused, and turned back to my composition. I wanted it done by the end of the month, but it was not cooperating. The notes simply were not coming, even though I had a good beginning. Elrond followed his brother’s movements with his eyes from his seat on the burgundy rug next to the cheerfully crackling fire, a book in his lap. He glanced at me, back at the Tengwar on the page, and then closed the book with a snap.

I looked at him, pen in my right hand, and patted the seat on the soft couch next to me with my left. “What is the matter with Elros? He tells you more than he will ever tell me.”

Elrond gracefully sat down next to me, but he ruined the image by placing his legs underneath him. I smiled slightly-- Father had often lectured me about proper posture when I was going through puberty myself, but he didn’t need that right now.

“He’s been hoping that with the weather shifting toward winter, that you’d be more willing to go hunting with him. I know you go, but you spend more time with me. I think he thinks that I’m your favorite.”

“You aren’t; I don’t have one. But I have no interest in hunting at this moment.”

“Tell him that, Second Father!”

“I have, young one. I promised him we’d go when I finished the composition.”

“And you haven’t.” Elrond sighed and ran his fingers over the smooth leather of the book he was holding in his lap. “I’ll tell him you’re trying.”

“I don’t want you in the middle of this.”

He smiled and stood up, leaving the book on the couch. “I already am, just by living here.”

He slipped up the stairs, skipping the noisy steps. I heard a faint knock on a door, and then a quick opening and shutting of it. I shook my head and turned back to my composition placed on my small lap desk. Maybe, if I hurried, we could leave by the start of next week.
 
 
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whitewave16: Beleriand Productions Presents by lady ewhitewave16 on March 29th, 2009 01:06 am (UTC)
Your twins have distinct personalities! The contrast is amazing and I like how they have this unconscious competition for the attention of their second father. Hope they do go hunting soon. ;-)
Independence1776indy1776 on March 29th, 2009 07:49 pm (UTC)
They'd better have unique personalities! I'm tired of people writing twins as though we don't.

The competition thing: drawn from real life. :P
surgicalsteelsurgicalsteel on March 29th, 2009 07:54 pm (UTC)
I like the very distinct personalities of your Elrond and Elros, which hint at the choices they'll ultimately make!
Independence1776indy1776 on March 29th, 2009 08:15 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I do try to make them distinct.
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