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Jeli and Melpomaen in Agie's House by Glorfindel

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For Aglarien1’s Birthday.

From the Melpomaen Story Collection.

Disclaimer: I do not own the elves or their surroundings, except for the characters Ereolas, Cireolas, Ereodan and Jeli. I make no profit and do not intend to make any.



“I am just going to try and climb this tree,” Jeli shouted to Cireolas and Círdan. They were in Valinor, where nasty beasts and ferocious animals are not allowed to live. Besides, she was one side of the old oak and they were around the other side of it, so she was unlikely to get lost.



“You have five minutes,” Círdan shouted as he flipped a steak on the barbecue. ”That is the time it takes to eat three sugar mice.”



“All right,” Jeli shouted back. “When I get to the top I will jump back down.”



Jeli took one more step and disappeared! Neither of her parents noticed.



She appeared in a kitchen, of the like she had never seen before. At the table sat a four year old elfling, with black hair, eating from a tub of ice cream. The freezer door was open and a frosty vapour spilled from it.



“Hello,” Jeli said. “Where am I?”



“You are in Auntie’s kitchen,” the elfling replied. “No doubt you came through a porthole. Who are you?”



“I am Jeli. My adas are King Ereolas and Círdan. Who are you?”



“You are lying. Ereolas is my brother and he is not allowed to call himself a king.”



“If you call me a liar again I will kick you!” Jeli shouted, hands on hips. “Anyway Unca Mel is my ada’s brother, not you!”



“I am Mel and I do not have a niece because I am too young. So there!”



“You are horrible. Unca Mel is great and I love him lots.”



“Whether you like it or not, I am Mel and my brother is Ereolas and my adas are Erestor and Legolas. So shut up and go away!”



“My grand-adas are called Erestor and Legolas. My other grand-ada is Thranduil and my grand-nana is called Merilnis,” Jeli exclaimed as the dawn of realisation hit her. “You must be Unca Mel as a little boy.”



“I suppose it is possible,” Mel pouted. “You are not having any of my ice cream. You will have to get your own. Aunty Aglarien does not like little girls stealing ice cream from her freezer. Only I am allowed to do so.”



“Well, I do not want any ice cream,” Jeli replied. “I have sugar mice and they are better than ice cream.”



“No they are not. You are wrong.”



“You are just saying that because I have sugar mice and you do not,” Jeli sniggered and bit the head off a pink mouse. “I am off to explore.”



“Aunty won’t like it if you do. She will tell you off and make your adas smack you,” Mel called after her.



“No one can make my adas do anything,” Jeli boasted. “Oh look! There is a small cat in a cage. I think I will let it out.”



Jeli opened the cage and the small cat darted out and hid under the sofa. Jeli reached under and pulled him out. “Come here you little shit,” she said as she pulled him to her.



“Oh! I am telling Aunty that you swore at her cat,” Mel shouted. He stood next to Jeli, ice cream smeared around his mouth. “I never swear at her cats and that is why I am her favourite elfling in the whole of everywhere. She thinks I am the best elfling in the whole of the world and I am pretty sure she does not like you at all.”



“I do not care if Aunty does not like me.” Jeli kicked Mel on the leg. “So there!”



The key turned in the lock and Aglarien walked into her house to be met with the sight of two elflings indulging in fisticuffs. She walked past them into the kitchen and closed the freezer door. “He always forgets to close it,” she muttered. She took a large pan in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other and walked into the living room, whereupon she beat both together to make a loud noise to, hopefully, disturb the elflings. It worked.



“Aunty, Jeli was being very naughty. She let your cat out, even though you said he had to stay in the cage. I told her not to.”



“I did let the cat out,” Jeli said, “but Mel did not say you wanted him kept in the cage.”



“She called your cat, ‘little shit’ and I told her she was not allowed to swear in your house,” Mel accused, pointing at Jeli.



“You are Jeli?” Aglarien asked. Sometimes she dreamed that she, herself, was a great elf lady from Mithlond. All the pictures were in her head, with a vivid intensity, and had always been there since she was a child. She knew Jeli from her dreams and she was exactly as she had pictured her. Even if Mel had not told her who the little girl was she would have known.



“Yes I am,” Jeli chuckled. “Would you like a sugar mouse?” Jeli pulled a pink one from her bag and held it to Aglarien.



“It is a little damp,” Aglarien said.



“I licked them all to make sure they tasted nice,” Jeli replied.



“I will save it for later,” Aglarien told her.



“You can eat it just before going to bed.”



“Yes, I can,” Aglarien smiled.



“Aunty, she let your cat out and I told her not to, and she called him, ‘little shit’. I told her she is not allowed to swear in your house. Aren’t you going to tell her off?”



“Ah well, his name is, ‘Little shit’ because he is so naughty and he will not answer to Salem, which is his real name. Look, he has taken a sugar mouse back to his cage. He normally hides when he is let out.” She smiled at Jeli. “He must like you a lot.”



“He likes me more than he likes Mel.”



“No he does not!” Mel screeched loudly and tried to kick Jeli, who stepped aside so that he fell over.



Jeli pointed at him and laughed.



“That’s it! You are for it now!” Mel shouted as he launched himself at Jeli.



“Ah, that is where you are,” a voice came from behind Jeli. A tall, well built elf, with flowing blond hair and dark blue eyes walked around Aglarien and picked Jeli up, just as she was about to punch Mel in the eye. He looked at Aglarien; she seemed familiar. “My little sister disappeared so I suspected she went through a porthole. Lo and behold she did. My name is Cireolas and I am pleased to meet you.” He kissed Aglarien’s hand and then looked at the bad tempered black haired elfling. “You look like little Mel from the paintings in Mirkwood.”



“I am Mel.”



“Do not kick me. I am your nephew, but I am far bigger than you and will not tolerate bad behaviour. Cireolas knelt down and picked Mel up in his arms.



“Cireolas is really strict and you have to do what he says,” Jeli told Mel. “You have no choice and he makes you do it.”



“Quite right too,” Aglarien said approvingly.



“No one makes me do anything,” Mel boasted.



“Is that so?” a voice came from the kitchen. Mel blanched as Erestor walked through. “You are meant to be in bed for being naughty. Aren’t you?”



“I thought Aunty would be lonely,” Mel replied. “So I came here to amuse her.”



“And eat her ice cream.” Erestor took Mel into his arms. “I bet she was not even in.”



“No, I was not, and he left the freezer door open. How many times have I told you to shut the freezer door, Mel?” Aglarien looked enquiringly at the small elfling.



“I forgot...”



“Come back, both of you, when I am in and we can eat ice cream together,” Aglarien said because Mel looked as if he was about to burst into tears. Aglarien knew they would not be real ones, as did every elf in the room, but she did not want him even appearing to be upset. She suspected Jeli would enjoy that very much.



“I am pleased to meet you,” Jeli said to Aglarien. “I remember you now. You bought me a little princess teddy when I was presented to court as a baby and your iell was Órëlaurëa, who is still mad.”



Two different realities crossed streams and Aglarien wondered what it all meant; she had thought at least one was a dream, now she was not so sure.



Erestor patted her shoulder. “It will not be forever, dear Lady.”



Aglarien shook her head. “Sometimes you talk in riddles.”



Erestor smiled and said that one day she would understand.



“We have to go,” Cireolas said. “I do not want my steak burnt to a crisp.” He turned to Aglarien. “I remember you now. I have no idea how you are here, or indeed where we are, but I am sure we will see each other again. It is wonderful to see you again.”



“I have no doubt of that too,” Aglarien replied, hoping her words were true. “It was wonderful, wasn’t it?”



Erestor smiled as they watched Cireolas take Jeli through the porthole. Jeli waved until they could see her no more.



“No doubt, I will be back before long,” Erestor said with a smile. “Say goodbye, Mel.”



Mel looked sulky. “Goodbye Mel.”



“Properly!”



“Goodbye Aunty. Thank you for the ice cream.”



“You are welcome. Come back soon, little one.”



“That horrible girl won’t be here, will she?”



Aglarien shrugged; she quite liked Jeli.



Mel and Erestor left through the portal. Little Shit meowed from his cage. The rest of Aglarien’s cats wove around her legs.



‘Time for dinner’ Aglarien announced and walked into the kitchen followed by the cats. “Right, who wants food first?”
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