Jubilee Drabbles by Elrond's Library  

Twins

It Comes in Threes Challenge, Rock-paper-scissors, prompted by Shadow 

“Who wants to tell him?” Maitimo asked his assembled brothers. They all stared up at their oldest sibling, eyes wide. A pause. Silence. “I don’t want to do it. He’s bound to be working, if he hasn’t noticed …”

“Stone, paper, knife?” Little Curufinwë asked, hopping off the bench to close the circle. “Or nose-goes.”

“Stone, paper, knife,” Carnistir muttered, putting aside his embroidery project. “Tyelko moves too fast for nose-goes.”

They collectively glared at Tyelkormo, who raised his hands up in a gesture of defense. “I’m not apologizing,”

Maitimo rolled his eyes and stuck out his hand, and they all joined him. “One, two, three, oh–” as he quickly realized he had beaten all his brothers.

“You always chose paper, brother dearest,” Makalaure laughed.

Maitimo glared. “Fine,” he muttered. “Stay here.”

He went in search of his father, who would be in his workshop. He was always in his workshop these days, light spilling out from under the door at odd intervals. He hated being disturbed.

“Atar,” Maitimo called, opening the door slowly. “Atar, we have good news.”

Fëanáro just stared at his oldest, eyes beady behind protective goggles. “What now?”

“Twins, Atar. Your count of sons increases two-fold.”