Ereinion’s big brother is telling him a story to try and distract him from a lot of things. It works a little.
Six AUs in which Gil-galad was a grandson of Feanor and one where he wasn’t (now on Ao3).
Yesterday, I gave you peredhel angst. Today, Tiny, bby!Gil. Tomorrow? Who knows. In other new, I am addicted to writing Curufin interacting with small children.
Tucked under the covers with the lights dimmed, Ereinion giggled into Celebrimbor’s shirt while his older brother shushed him. It was far past his bedtime, Tyelpe was supposed to take him to his room hours ago. But here they laid, snuggled together, Celebrimbor making shadow puppets on the wall for Ereinion’s amusement.
It was very fun, and very worthwhile mischief, by Ereinon’s estimation, they just had to make sure Atya didn’t hear them.
There, still wearing his hugely oversized coat but now with the addition of a helmet much too large for him, was Nobby Nobbs. “How did you get there, Nobby?” “My mum says I’m insidious,” said Nobby, grinning. A concertina sleeve rose to the vicinity of Nobby’s head, and Vimes realized that somewhere in there was a salute. “She’s right,” said Vimes. “So, where—” “’M an acting constable now, Sarge,” said Nobby. “Mr. Colon said so. Gave me a spare helmet. ’M carvin’ meself a badge out of, of—what’s that, like, waxy, kind of like candles but you can’t eat it?” “Soap, Nobby. Remember the word.”
(just a reminder, I WAS abt to draw Sally (the woman in front of them) as Claire, but since my ibispaint was lagging like crazy, I decided to just leave it that way )
Also srry for being inactive (again), I sorta forgot abt this app, so I’ll try to be as active as I could possible, no promises tho
THIS TIME, I’ll be crediting the original creator of this AU cause I’ve finally found their acc, so here ya go, @rocketonin !! :]
