Okay, this is an idea that me and my siblings got, and it turned into a HILARIOUS oneshot.

lady_GreenleafXoX, I hope you say yes to this one.
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Elladan was supposed to be watching baby Estel, but he got bored after a few minutes of watching him sit on the floor and play with the shards of Narsil.

And.....They surprisingly, didn't cut his small, soft hands....

So he began to converse with Glorfindel, who was just passing by.

But, as soon as Elladan began speaking to the ancient elf, Ten-month-old Estel immediately noticed that he was occupied, grabbed the shards of his sword, and began to crawl away extremely fast.

But, soon, Elladan glanced back over his shoulder to see how Estel was doing, and saw nothing but the bare, marble floor.

He quickly told Glorfindel that he needed to attend to some duties, and rushed away.

He frantically searched almost all of Imladris, searching for the lost child.

He soon found him, though, on the very borders of the city, at the edge of the forest.

Relief flooded Elladan, and he kindly called out to the small child.

"Baby Estel, where are you going?" He asked in a sweet tone.

The baby immediately turned around, but....His face, it had seemingly aged twenty-five years more, and he spoke in a deep, regal voice.

"Into the wild." He said, his oversized head looking absolutely rediculous on his small body.

"What?!?" Elladan was extremely taken aback by this, for this was the strangest thing he had ever seen, even with his father being an elven healer.

Taking advantage of Elladan's shocked state, Estel immediately unsheathed Andúril, which he had renamed and reforged from Narsil, and charged into the wild, his disproportonate head nearly knocking him off balance, and his sword sheath dragging in the mud.

Elladan was never the same.

~THE END~

I'm laughing way too hard about this.....