It was natural that their talk with Mr. Baggins and Hallam's translations of the Lay of Turin would turn the children's minds to Dragons and a new play.
A cave was ready to hand, a little grotto in the gardens near one of the smaller waterfalls, but they'd also need a hoard and that posed difficulties.
They had some jewelry of course, especially the girls, things the Elven smiths had made for them or they'd inherited, but even piled all together on a table in the day nursery it wasn't nearly enough for a Dragon hoard.
A thorough search of the nurseries produced a set of ivory horses with beryl eyes, three silver backed mirrors, four suits of gilt armour for toy knights, a rose crystal vase and matching bowl, a handful of uncut gemstones and a small carved sardonyx box with a sapphire set in the lid.
"Still not enough." Hallam said, discouraged, as they stood looking at their disappointingly small heap of treasure.
"What about Mother's things?" Amin suggested.
Hallam shook his head. "They're for the baby when she's grown."
"Yes I know, but couldn't we borrow them?"
"No!" strongly from Estel. "We musn't take anything that isn't ours. Remember when we built the city of Gondolin out of Uncle's books?" Everybody did, and winced at the memory.
"But she was our mother too." Amin argued. "Don't we have some right to her things?"
"No." this time it was Berya, very decidedly. "Jewelry goes to daughters, everybody knows that."
"And the baby's too little to play." said Meleth.
A gloomy silence. "I guess we could pretend -" Hallam was begining when Estel interupted.
"Wait a moment! We have a real treasure don't we, why not use that?"
"You mean the things in the windowless tower?" Hallam asked doubtfully. "I don't know if we should -"
"Why not?" Meleth demanded. "It's ours isn't it? or at least Estel's."
"Partly yours too." her brother said. "You're all just as much descendants of the Kings as I am." *********************************************
The windowless tower stood by itself on one of the lower terraces surrounded by a stone wall. It was here Lord Elrond kept the heirlooms given into his care by the Heirs of Isildur. Neither gate nor door was locked, there was no need here in Rivendell, and the children had often spent cold or rainy days there pouring over the belongings of their ancestors.
The treasury itself was up a long winding stair, an octagonal room lit by candles, with large ironbound chests set against each of the seven walls, the shelves above them lined with smaller caskets of wood or metal and ancient weapons - some dating back the Wars of the First Age - of Elf or Dwarf make or forged an Age ago in lost Numenor.
The mithril chased box holding the Elendilmir stood in the place of honor on the top shelf opposite the door. A longer box on the shelf below held the Silver Rod of Annuminas, the scepter of the High Kings. Other caskets contained the Nauglamir and the Jewels of the Queens, the scepters of the Kingdoms of Rhudaur and Cardolan and Jewels worn by Kings and High Kings.
Shields hung on the walls above the shelves, emblazoned with devices in precious stones and metals and the great chests held armour plated with gold and silver, mithril, galvorn and culurin and weapons of lesser lineage if not workmanship. Jewels worn by Princes and Princesses at the Courts of Annuminas and Fornost, and vessels of precious metal some decorated with gems.
It was a treasure any Dragon would covet and undeniably their own. Made for the Kings of Old, stored away now in Rivendell because Rangers in the Wild had no use for such things. "I don't know," Berya said looking uncertainly around her. "maybe it isn't right to play with these things."
"But we do," Estel argued, "all the time. Remember when we were Kings of Numenor and Feanor and his sons?"
"Of course we musn't touch the Elendilmir or the Scepters," Hallam agreed, "but Estel's right, nobody's ever minded us playing with the other things."
"That's true." Berya conceeded.
Hallam unfastened his cloak, spread it out on the floor and started scooping cups and plates from an open chest. Berya shrugged and began collecting jewelry into one of the larger boxes. The younger children quickly followed suit, loading themselves with jewelry, weapons and bits of armour.
The treasure completely covered the floor of the little grotto and piled high against the walls. Sun and candle light reflected off gold and silver and set jewels afire. The five children stood back, admiring the effect.
"All right, we have our hoard, who's going to be the Dragon?" Estel wanted to know.
"Hallam." Meleth answered promptly. "He's the biggest."
Her cousin opened his mouth to protest, then thought the better of it. "All right."
"I guess that makes the rest of us Turin and his Outlaws." said Berya.
"I don't want to be Turin." Amin said decidedly. "He's wet."
"Me either." equally firmly from Estel.
"He did make rather a mess of it didn't he." Berya agreed. "I know, let's be King Valandur and his warriors."
"That makes me the Worm of Gram Mountain." said Hallam, "Good, it's a better story anyway." * **********************************************
* Valandur was the eighth King of Arnor. He won the loyalty of the Hill Men of Rhudaur by killing a Dragon who'd been preying upon them - but died of the deed and was buried upon Gram Mountain.
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