Sparks by Independence1776

Flying

Elladan builds a hang-gliding bicycle. Rated General.

This drabble is set in late Fourth Age Tol Eressëa and was inspired by Russandol's birthday greeting to me last year. Thanks to Elleth for the beta!

Elladan ignored the worried look Elrohir was giving him. “I'll be fine, Elrohir.”

Elrohir shifted his gaze to the contraption next to his twin and raised an eyebrow. “First you build a hang glider that only lets you go downhill. Then you create one that'll let you stay up for hours. Now you attach one to a bicycle.”

Elladan grinned. “I listened to Gandalf's and Bilbo's tales of flying on eagles once too often. I'll figure out powered flight yet.”

After buckling on his helmet, Elladan mounted the bicycle. He pedaled off the side of the short cliff-- and flew.