Croissants and theft by Aprilertuile  

Croissants and theft

Tyelkormo was sitting in the living-room at home, brushing Huan who, happy dog, seemed blissed out at his master’s attention.

Tyelkormo was calm, quiet, unbothered by the ambient noise.

And he was the only one.

Because their beloved father had gone to the market of Tirion that morning, and came back with croissants. But not just any croissants.

There were a chocolate croissant, a croissant with almond, a croissant with raisins, and croissants with various fruits. Just one of each was acquired at the market by their father, an oversight of Fëanáro, no doubt, because right now the twins were fighting over the chocolate croissant, and Carnistir, Curufinwë and Makalaurë were arguing over the almond croissant.

The sound was getting louder and louder in the room, making Tyelkormo’s ears ring, and he felt sorry for poor Huan at that utter comedy of his brothers for croissants of all things.

Maitimo was looking as unimpressed as Tyelkormo felt… Until a sinister smile stretched his lips.

“Tyelko… You like almonds I believe?”

Tyelkormo hummed faintly, a positive sound without words and just watched, as Maitimo went to the box of croissants, and picked two out of the containers, none of their siblings paying any attention to him.

Tyelkormo rose to his feet, accepted the croissant and left the room with his prize, Huan on his heels, and Maitimo at his side, already biting into the chocolate croissant.

“You know that we’re going to have to disappear for a while for that theft, right?” Tyelkormo asked his brother, biting into his almond covered croissant.

Oh it was so good. Just that perfect puffy pastry with crunchy almonds on top. Just enough sweetness to satisfy Tyelkormo’s sweet tooth, without being so overwhelming that it’d disgust him in two bites. No really, this croissant was just utter perfection!

“I didn’t tell you? I’m going to Tirion tomorrow morning to learn with Rúmil. I’ll stay there for a month or so.” Maitimo told him with a chocolate covered smile.

Tyelkormo couldn’t stop himself from laughing, and resolved to disappear as well, going back to Oromë’s Woods for a little while, at least until the theft had a chance to be forgotten.

Makalaurë’s absolutely infernal voice crying “WHERE IS IT?!” told the two brothers exactly when their siblings realised the theft.

Maitimo and Tyelkormo ran, laughing, while their brothers started to look for them with the absolute focus of a mother cat looking for a wayward kitten who got sneakily out of her sight. 

Revenge would be taken, probably... If their brother could catch Maitimo and Tyelkormo.