A/N After long consideration, I decided to go back and clean up my drabbles. I had no idea so many mistakes were in them.


#1) Fire

It was a hot summers afternoon, and the twin sons of Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrían had somehow managed to convince their parents to allow them to take young Arwen camping for a few nights near the Bruinen. As they were nearing their destination, Arwen could hardly contain her excitement. "Are we almost there, Elladan?" she asked again for the third time in an hour.

Elladan and Elrohir laughed. "Almost, Arwen. It is just up the hill a bit," Elrohir replied, grinning as he helped his sister step over a large log.

Finally, after several more hours, they arrived at the campsite. It was a wide-open glen with many flowers and trees around and was only five minutes away from the river. The twins father used to take them camping here when they were Arwen's age, and the two of them wanted to take Arwen to enjoy it as well.

When they had removed their packs and got everything situated the three of them rolled out their bedrolls to lay on. After a short rest, the twins began to gather wood and kindling to start a fire. Arwen watched with fascination as her brothers collected the wood and placed it in a pile, ready to burn.

"How are you going to start it, Elladan?" Arwen asked curiously.

"Watch and learn, Arwen," he replied, smiling at her. Arwen watched her brother, her gray eyes never leaving him as he began to hit two rocks together. After about three strikes, sparks flew landing on the kindling, igniting the fire. Elladan blew gently on the small fire until it had transformed from a small flame into a roaring fire.

"That is so neat! Can I try it next time?" Arwen asked enthusiastically.

"Maybe when you are a little older. I do not think Father and Mother would like it if we let you try this right now," Elrohir said with a small laugh as he ruffled her hair.

"Fine," she replied, pouting.

As the three of them sat comfortably around the fire, Elladan, Elrohir took turns telling Arwen tales of old until they could no longer keep their eyes open and the fire had turned into soft glowing embers. Then snuggling under their blankets, they drifted off into Elven dreams.