DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Silmarillion or any of the characters in this piece. It all belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien.
Elrond had many, many memories of his childhood, though not all were pleasant. Elrond's favorite memories often involved Elros; his curious, outspoken, determined and adventurous brother. Elrond and Elros had always been very close when the two were young, and often had very similar trains of thought. Most often, this similar mindset would result in Elros setting out to find the answer to whatever question they had posed, dragging Elrond along with him (regardless of the fact that Elrond would have gone with him willingly).
One particular memory of an adventure brought about by Elros' curiosity would always stand out in Elrond's mind. And Elrond would always smile looking back on it.
It had all begun with a question. It was such a simple one, really. Yet one neither elfling had thought to ask before. Elrond and Elros had been sitting in their room, bored. Heavy rain uncharacteristic of the cold seasons had kept the elflings indoors for the last three days, and it was beginning to visibly irritate them both, despite the fact that Elrond's annoyance was less openly shown than his brother's.
"Elrond. When is Maedhros' Begetting Day?" Elros asked suddenly, head snapping up as he looked away from his fingers tracing invisible patterns on the floor and to his twin. Elrond looked up from the book he had been reading.
"I…I do not know." Elrond replied, furrowing his eyebrows. "Why?" he asked.
"You do not know?" Elros asked, eyes widening almost comically in shock. But Elrond knows everything! …Or, nearly everything…Everything written down in the books he loves so well! Elros thought, noting that Elrond had been reading. Again.
"No. I do not." Elrond replied calmly. "Though, now that you bring it up, I would like to. What made you ask in the first place?" Elrond asked, looking back to Elros curiously.
"Well, I was thinking. We know that Maglor's Begetting day is the twenty fifth day of iavas, and ours is the fifteenth day of ethuil. We celebrate our Begetting Day every year, and Maglor's too. At the very least we try to get him something he will like. But I can't recall ever celebrating Maedhros's Begetting Day. Ever." Elros stated, nodding his head slightly to emphasize the last word.
Elrond's eyebrows furrowed again, and Elros could tell he was searching his memory for any indication of Maedhros's Begetting Day. When Elrond said he could not find any memory of the occasion either, he and Elros looked at one another and silently agreed that they could not allow such a situation to continue.
"We have to find out when Maedhros' Begetting Day is now. We have to." Elros stated determinedly.
"How will we do that? We have never celebrated it before, and I cannot remember any other sign of it. It would seem like no one knows." Elrond observed.
"True. There hasn't even been a cake! How can you have a Begetting Day celebration without cake? " Elros exclaimed. Elrond shook his head slightly. Elros had quite the sweet tooth, and it was quite obvious at times like these. Both elflings soon became lost in thought, unsure of what to do next.
"I suppose we could ask Maglor when Maedhros' Begetting Day is." Elros broke the silence that had fallen over the room.
"I suppose…" Elrond responded warily. He was not sure he liked where this train of thought seemed to be going, though he had been thinking something similar.
"I think we should. We could celebrate his Begetting Day if we knew when it was. It would be fun, would it not?" Elros asked.
"Hmm." Elrond hummed. "And it would not be fair to forget about Maedhros. We celebrate Maglor's Begetting Day every year, and they both celebrate ours and get us gifts." Elrond explained.
"It would also be a nice thing to do, because Maedhros does a lot to look after us too." Elros added. Elrond nodded in agreement.
"True. I suppose celebrating Maedhros' Begetting Day would be fun, as you said. There may be cake enough to satisfy even your sweet tooth." Elrond teased, smiling good-naturedly.
Elros, who had moved to sit beside Elrond on his bed, grabbed a nearby pillow and proceeded to hit Elrond with it. Suddenly, he grinned broadly and a mischievous glint entered his eyes. Elrond's smile fell.
"I've given you an idea, haven't I?" Elrond asked.
"Yes, you have." Elros replied.
"What is this idea of yours?" Elrond asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"I cannot tell you now. It is a surprise! But I shall need your help. We need to find Maglor. Now." Elros answered, standing up and pulling Elrond with him.
The two elflings ran through the keep, Elros still half-dragging Elrond, looking for the one they had begun to think of as a foster-father. Elros suddenly skidded to a stop in front of Maglor's room, causing Elrond to bump into him. The two glanced at each other for a moment before Elrond reached out and knocked on the door.
When Maglor did not answer, Elros furrowed his eyebrows and pushed the door open. After a moment of hesitation (it was not often that they were in Maglor's rooms, and Maglor was always with them when they were), the two slowly stepped into the room. A blue Fëanorian lamp hung above the desk, but otherwise the room was dark and empty. All other doors were shut.
"Maglor?" Elros called hesitantly.
"He is not here, Elros." Elrond replied after a moment.
"Where is he?" Elros asked.
"I do not know where he would be." Elrond responded, grey eyes scanning the room again.
"Then we will continue looking." Elros stated, and he and Elrond left.
They wandered the stone halls for a time, still searching. Elrond was about to suggest they ask one of the passing elves where Maglor was when the sound of a harp being played reached his ears. Both he and Elros froze for a long moment, listening. The sound was soft, yet the melody was persistent and would not be entirely ignored. It was mesmerizing, and reminded Elrond of the rain falling outside. He could have stood and listened to the music all day.
Suddenly, Elros seemed to remember what he had been doing. He started towards the sound, pulling Elrond along with an exclamation of 'Come on!' The elflings ran through the keep towards the sound of the music, ignoring the other elves giving them strange looks as they darted past, and trying not to flinch at the occasional rumble of thunder outside.
Eventually, they found Maglor sitting in the sill of a large window with a small harp in his lap. Both elflings skidded to a stop, mesmerized by the music once again. Suddenly the music ceased and Elros frowned slightly
"Hello Elrond, Elros." Maglor greeted, turning towards the elflings.
"How long have you known we were here?" Elrond asked before he could check himself.
"I have known since you arrived. I heard your footsteps running this way." Maglor replied.
"Oh." Elrond muttered. Maglor smiled slightly.
"Speaking of which, what brings you here? I was under the impression you two were in your rooms." Maglor continued.
"We needed to talk to you, and we could not find you in your rooms. So we went looking and ran here when we heard your music." Elros said quickly.
"I see." Maglor responded, nodding slightly. "You were in my rooms?" he asked suddenly, raising an eyebrow at the twins. Elrond winced internally.
"Well…Yes. We were. We were looking for you! We need to speak with you." Elrond replied, choking on his words under the intense look Maglor was giving them (and entirely missing the small, amused smile that made its way onto Maglor's face).
"Ah." Maglor stated.
Elrond and Elros glanced at each other, slightly panicked. Was he angry at them? They did not know, for Maglor's face had suddenly taken a neutral expression. Suddenly, he chuckled. They immediately looked back to him.
"Do not look so frightened! I am not angry with you. I am simply curious. What did you need to speak to me of?" Maglor explained. Elrond glanced expectantly at his brother.
"When is Maedhros' Begetting Day?" Elros asked bluntly. Maglor raised an eyebrow again.
"It is on the fiftieth day of rhíw. Why do you ask?" he replied.
"That is only three days away!" Elros exclaimed.
"We wanted to know so that we could do something nice for him, since he does so much for us and we have never celebrated his Begetting Day before that we can remember." Elrond explained at nearly the same time. Maglor seemed shocked for a moment, but quickly recovered, smiling at the two elflings staring up at him.
"What do you plan to do?" Maglor replied.
"We cannot tell you. It is meant to be a surprise." Elros stated seriously.
"Very well. That is very thoughtful of you both. I am sure Maedhros will appreciate that." Maglor told them.
Elrond gave a small smile and Elros grinned broadly before asking Maglor not to tell Maedhros about their plan. Elros then scurried off with his brother close behind. Maglor laughed softly as he stared after them. They are planning more than they let on. What will that be I wonder? He thought.
Author's Note: According to the Calender of Imladris and the Lord of the Rings wiki (*hangs head in shame for using the wiki*), the only calendar of the elves I could find, the elves use a six season calendar. Ethuil is spring, Iavas is autumn and Rhíw is winter. If any other seasons are mentioned, I will let you know. This mini-fic will be a two, possibly three, chapter deal and was inspired by a combination of art I saw online, a rather odd conversation I had with the fantastic StoryTeller96 and absolute boredom. READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!