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Title: A Chapter Of Ancient History Good To Recall
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Words: 1230
Summary: As the Host of the West marches towards the Black Gate, Imrahil finds comfort in the tales of two of Aragorn's kin from the North.
Author's Note: Written for

dkpalaska who was the winning bidder on my offer of a story of at least 1000 words for

help_pakistan. She asked for Imrahil and the twins, Elrohir and Elladan. When he meets them the first time, interacting in Gondor or Rohan, if Imrahil ever visits Rivendell – any would be awesomeness times much more than three. Thank you,

dkpalaska, for your generous donation and your patience while I rounded up my muses; I hope the story was worth the wait! Thanks also to

elena_tiriel and

scribblesinink for the beta.

( Imrahil settled himself next to the campfire, watching the leaping flames as he chewed the hard, sweet trail bread that was his ration. )

( Day 20: A Grandmother's Joy )

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( Day 3: Seeking Perfection )

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Had this half written but it didn't want to come together for a few days....

Courteous when they break their silence

"You do much honour to my house, lords. Enter and be welcome." Hand on breast, Faramir bowed to the king’s foster-brothers.

"The honour of your house is so great we provide but little increase," one of them – he did not yet know which – replied gravely.

The other smiled, and spoke more lightly. "’Tis truth. When last we rode this way, ‘twas to battle at the Black Gate. You have used well the years. Your land is fair and rich."

Faramir bowed again. "Then my honour is but borrowed plumes. The credit lies with the industry of the people of Ithilien."

phyloxena wanted to see some more of the A Little Knowledge Can Be A Dangerous Thing series.

Day 289

As wise as a wizard

Prowling his host’s study, Elrohir trailed a finger along the spines of the books lining one wall. "I see you have copies of the volumes our father dowered."

"The King was kind enough...," Faramir, pouring wine, paused and dipped his head in quick apology. "I hope you do not feel the lack of them in the North."

Elladan laughed. "Nay! We had study enough in them as children!"

"Besides," Elrohir joined them and raised a goblet, "Father knew well what he was about. With what else could Arwen so easily win the favour of her husband’s chief counsellor and friend?"

After Filling The Void,

sgafan said I can imagine Elrond wishing for a moment's peace when those two were small. After all even Elvish little boys must've been a bit rowdy at times....

as part of the series Like Father, Like Sons.

Day 286

Capacity for Mischief

Singing songs that teased honoured visitors as they wound down the narrow paths into the valley was one thing, but Elrond drew the line at his sons dropping fir-cones on them from perches in the trees.

They would have mulishly denied it, save Elladan was caught with pockets stuffed with missiles, and Elrohir would not let his brother suffer punishment alone.

Elrond, setting them to study with Erestor learning one of the old lays to recite to their guests before they left, considered his sons’ capacity for mischief – and hastened to the library to order all ink bottles locked away.

jay_of_lasgalen asked for another drabble in my Elrond series in which we see something about his final farewells to his sons as he leaves M-E.

Day 279

Rivendell, At Dusk

They are still young in elven-years, and the world has not yet worn upon them. With Vilya I kept time's ravages at bay from my little land, but at the cost of wearing out my own spirit.

And there is much to hold them to Middle-earth even now: a dearly-beloved sister; a foster-brother almost as close. My daughter and her husband will value their strength, wit and courage in the coming years.

But I cannot help myself. "Will you follow?"

Elrohir smiles sadly. "That choice is not yet made."

Elladan presses my hand. "But not all partings must be forever."

AFriedman asked for a follow up to Dear Aragorn.

Day 238

Cold Feet

Aragorn fumbled with his cloak fastenings. Gently batting away his hands, Elrohir completed the task of dressing his brother for this special day.

Aragorn gave him an agonised look. "Is it time?"

"Another hour." Elladan, also standing attendance, smiled sympathetically.

Aragorn paced. The coming ceremony was part of the peace settlement, a necessary healing for Middle-earth, but still....

At last, brothers at his back, he strode towards the Tower Hall.

His bride awaited, cunning on her slant-eyed, swart face, wilting flowers crushed between her claws....

Aragorn woke, sweating, and reached out to reassure himself Arwen slept quietly at his side.

gwynnyd asked for a follow up to yesterday's drabble: Arwen's thoughts as she approaches Minas Tirith.

Great Expectations

"We could still turn back."

"Grandfather could order Hirvegil to save you."

"Glorfindel here could sacrifice himself once more for Turgon's House."

My brothers' jests conceal approval: each has confided privately that the snot-nosed Man-child has become a lord worthy of the thrones of Arnor and Gondor – and their sister's hand.

Beside me, father manages a half-smile. I grieve my choice does not gain him a son – long ere I met Estel, father loved and honoured him so – but loses him a daughter. Yet my gaze is again and again drawn back to the white walls that loom ever closer.

Note: Borrowed from

elena_tiriel's wonderful Fell and Fair series: Hirvegil is Celeborn's second-in-command.

sgafan asked for something involving Aragorn and Arwen pre-LotR. This is set the first time Aragorn returns to Rivendell "from the wild" after meeting Arwen.

Day 153

Family Reunion

"Good to see Imladris again, eh, Estel?" Elrohir clapped Aragorn on the shoulder as he hurried forward after Elladan to greet their sister.

Aragorn hung back. The churning in his stomach had nothing to do with hunger. He had promised himself his conduct would befit one of the kings of men.

Released from Elrohir's fierce hug, Arwen turned to Aragorn.

"Welcome, kinsman."

Aragorn stiffly – churlishly, he feared – bowed his head in tongue-tied acknowledgment. He stifled his heart's desire to embrace her like her brothers – for he doubted he could remain brotherly long if once he took her in his arms.

gwynnyd once asked for a drabble for evey year of Aragorn's life and more recently for Aragorn's thoughts before the coronation.

Ask and ye shall receive.... *grins evilly*

Day 64

Put away childish things

Elladan, seeing the tense frown on Aragorn's face as the soon-to-be-crowned king fiddled with the green jewel clasping his white mantle, nudged his brother. "Can you believe it? That snotty-nosed little brat who used to run around Rivendell in his birthday suit."

Aragorn's frown deepened. "An hour long awaited approaches...."

Elrohir laughed. "Remember the time he interrupted Father's council?"

The child toddled into Elrond's study. Solemnly surveying the assembled counselors , he took a finger out of his mouth and proudly announced, "I went poo-poo all 'n my own."

Aragorn finally cracked a smile. "Will you ever let me forget that?"