The Arda kindergarten AU meme

[durinsdaughter]

~ Arda nursery, kindergarten and pre-school ~


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1. You are a kid! Maybe you are a toddler in nursery or already in pre-school, or anywhere in between, but you are a kid who comes here more or less regularly, interacts with other kids and the teachers and the nurse and is dropped off in the morning and picked up sometime later during the day.
2. You are an adult! Maybe you are a teacher, or doing an internship, or you are a parent or older sibling picking up their kid, or the nurse or whatever an adult would do in such a place...
...of course you can change which one your muse is depending on whom they thread with.

And as for scenarios - you can of course do whatever you want, but a few ideas:
I. The first day in kindregarten. Being left behind by mommy or daddy, encountering new friends, so many things to discover...
II. Nap time! Maybe you just need to tell your friend this story before falling asleep. Or your teddy has gotten lost. And as for adults, oftentimes the parents will be present for the first few days of nursery to ease their child into things. Don't glare too many daggers at that other parents who is easing their child into the situation at the same time, you might make a child cry... Cuddling with their child is a much nicer option, yes?
III. Playground! Maybe you build a sandcastle together, or maybe you kick each others sandcastle down, who knows? Or maybe you are in the crafts room, or in the dolls corner, or you are having a class...
IV. Uh oh. Something isn't going too smoothly, and you have to mend things with another child or explain yourself to a teacher or maybe discuss a case with another staff member, or even call in the parents...
V. Field trip! Or maybe it is some holiday, or a birthday/conception day is happening in your group, or or or...

Comments

Maglor | Bitty or Adult, just ask~

[childofthemusic]

teacher!

[goldenplaits]

[Tug

tugtugtugtug

at Makalaurë's sleeve or pants leg or whatever is in reach for the bitty one. There's a very earnest expression on Findekáno's face. This is an important mission that he is on, okay.]

SQUEAKS OF CUTE

[bythewaves]

[ Oh, what is this, is that a tiny squirrel who is tugging at him? ]

What is it Finda? [ Makalaure would ignore his cousin for the sake of further teasing, but nope, far too cute ]

[goldenplaits]

I want to make a card, but it has to be really good. Can I have some of the nice paper?

[The one that isn't stored with the ofter craft materials that the children can peruse freely, but the one that is higher above and only used for special occasions like mother's or father's day presents and such.]

[bythewaves]

Hm, that is a good reason! Who are you making the card for?

[ Makalaure is already reaching up for the paper - Findekano is usually one of the better behaved kids and can usually be trusted not to cause trouble ]

[goldenplaits]

[usually

but also in this case. The little elf shakes his head emphatically.] It's a secret! [It shouldn't be all too hard to get that secret out of him if Makalaurë wants to do it, though. He's way too excited about his plan. And might need help eventually.]

[bythewaves]

A secret! Oh, now that is an impressive project indeed, Finda. [ Makalaure pulls down the paper and levels a thoughtful look at Findekano ]

Will you need anything else? Perhaps some paints?

[goldenplaits]

Yes!

[He picks through the paper, in the end choosing a dark blue, a dark orange and a yellow one before handing them back to his teacher.]

[bythewaves]

Those are lovely colours, Findekano. What colours do you want to draw with? [ leaning close he whispers ] Tis a big project you are doing it seems! Are you sure you cant tell me who its for?

[goldenplaits]

No!

[But, he realizes, there is a problem here.

...Peering at the older Noldo. Can he trust him to keep this secret?] I can tell you, but then you'll have to help me write the greeting.

[bythewaves]

[ Makalaure hides his smile, only nodding solemnly ] I promise not to tell anyone, Finda.

[ crouching down so Findekano can whisper he holds out a hand, finger extended ]

Pinky-promise.

[goldenplaits]

[He gives Makalaurë a look, thoughtfully, lower lip caught between his teeth for a moment, but then there is a nod and he very earnestly maneuvers his pinky finger around his teacher's. And then leans up to whisper:]

It's for Maitimo's conception day. Because he is really nice. [Not that the other teachers aren't mostly nice as well, but Maitimo is just especially nice. And cool.]

[bythewaves]

[ Ah, of course and Makalaure's eyes crinkle in understanding and amusement ]

This is true, and do you know, I had almost forgotten that it was so soon. Well, in that case we must ensure that he does not find out, and that this card is one most spectacular, hm?

hello, teacher, how are you

[prekindled]

[Somehow, Alice has climbed atop of a shelf that seems remotely impossible to get up to. She's notorious for this, oftentimes encouraged by her elder sister for her own amusement. Much to Lorina Liddell's dismay; she'll often burst in frazzled claiming the little girl is going to give her a heart attack. What's she up here for?

Nothing completely special, she has figured this is the best way to look at the outside world because little Alice is that much of a day dreamer and decided to up and leave any sort of lessons.]

haha hello bitty~

[bythewaves]

Makalaure sighs in mingled relief and exasperation when he finally locates Alice. It isn't so much the climbing (she's hardly worse than the silvan and sindar elflings, most of whom may as well be part squirrel), but more the fact that she's picked the shelf with all the art supplies, and the thought of her falling and bringing everything down with her gives him cold shivers.

"There you are little butterfly. And how did you get up there, hm? Will you come down now Alice? We are going to be drawing soon, won't you come and join us?"

[prekindled]

[It should probably be noted that Alice would be better off not being around them; they're starting to give her ideas. Alice looks down, even if as the shelf starts to wobble underneath her little body, she can't help but pout. In her mind, she's acting rational and plotting an escape route back to her family, particularly her mother.]

Why? I think I should go home now! Everyone here is too small and not very fun playmates.

[This is her bias coming in for her older sister.]

[bythewaves]

[ The wobble makes Maglor nibble on his bottom lip in concern, but he sighs a little when that is all that happens. ]

It is hard to make friends when they are all littler than you, but perhaps you could help the young ones? Just until your family comes to pick you up?

[prekindled]

[She's feeling particularly stubborn today, especially without Lizzie and may have been goaded up here by other children. Alice is like a cat, crawling on all floors, until the wobbly wobbly shelf allows her to look down at him with her green eyes.]

But Lizzie said that she was going to play with me and she's gone now! She tricked me!

[bythewaves]

[ Elven eyes track her progress with a good deal of worry, tense and ready to jump, only relaxing once she stops safely ]

I'm sure your sister will still play woth you, little butterfly, but perhaps she meant to do so later? Will you accept me as a substitute? We do not have to join the others if you prefer?

1/2 - i am so sorry

[prekindled]

[It wobbles each time Alice budges; it's not going to hold her for long. Actually, the little girl is relishing in this attention. She sticks out her tongue at him.]

Lizzie says you're all a bunch of toadies!

{Yes, what a good influence the elder Liddell is on the tinier Liddell. Alice just happens to be more mischievous than her sister at this age. She's being a brat.]

[prekindled]

[Alice should really know better. She's pretty bright for a little girl, even in preschool. After a few moments of the shelf not putting up with her little body, it gives way, and Alice is prompt in abandoning it by jumping down, followed by a terrified shriek.]

AAAGH!

[bythewaves]

Alice! [ The cry is accompanied by movement, Maglor snatching her out of the air and tucking her in beneath him to protect her as the shelf and its supplies come crashing down around them. When the din settles, Alice is unharned, if a little paint spattered, with Maglor having taken the brunt of it ]

Are you well, gwilwileth?

[prekindled]

[Oh, perfectly fine, if not frightened, and the little girl is left clinging onto him tight enough he can feel her shaking. Oh, no, that was too much! Alice does her best to put on her brave face, despite a few tears.]

I'm sorry! Please don't be mad!

[bythewaves]

Hush, hush, no harm done, little butterfly. [ Maglor straightens, cradling her close and swiftly checking for anything obvious. Satisfied, he starts a soft reassuring croon as he carries her to a quiet corner. Paint will wash out, and bruises are not as important as the child in his arms ]

All is well, now.

[prekindled]

[Well, Maglor, I hope you like a little girl clinging to you in the meantime, because that is what Alice is going to do. All for attention. She buries her head on his shoulder momentarily, trying not to cry and failing miserably.]