Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings books or movies, or any of the characters in them.

Not all of the siblings went on the trip because the younger ones are still in high school and couldn't take the time away. (Also, their parents didn't think it best for them to come along... ;)

Hope you enjoy!

Ages during this story are:

Maedhros: 24

Maglor: 22

Celegorm: 20

Caranthir: 19

Fingon: 21

Turgon: 19

Aredhel: 18

Finrod: 19

Chapter 1

"Celegorm! I swear, if you don't get down here right now we are leaving without you!"

Maedhros was pacing back and forth in front of the door, shaking his keys while glowering angrily up the stairs at the closed door of Celegorm's room. He glanced at his watch, cursing silently. They should have left forty five minutes ago.

"Tyelko, I am warning you..." he growled again, turning as if to stomp up the stairs. At that moment his brother's door swung open with a loud bang and Celegorm emerged, tugging a large suitcase behind him. He had a floppy black backpack slung over his shoulder and a large fluffy dog bed tucked under the other.

"Oh Valar...please don't tell me you were going to try and take that," Maedhros groaned, running a hand down his face.

"What, this?" Celegorm shook the dog bed and scowled. "Káno's taking his stupid guitar, so I think I should be able to bring this. Besides, Huan doesn't like sleeping on the floor."

Maglor shot Celegorm a withering look and gripped his guitar case a little closer.

"Whatever, fine. Just get in the car," Maedhros relented and made for the door, tugging his suitcase behind him.

They all filed out into the grey Mazda and set off for the airport; Huan squished in the back between Caranthir and Celegorm.

Despite the early hour, traffic was bad and Maedhros found himself growing more and more anxious as precious time ticked by and they made little progress along the dark roads. Maglor had his headphones in, but Maedhros could tell he was stressed too. His face was pale and he was running his finger along the edge of his phone case in the way he did when he was nervous.

Celegorm, on the other hand, was a different story entirely. Despite the tense atmosphere, he continued to talk on and on about his most recent trip snowboarding with Aredhel. Caranthir had his nose buried in his phone and was pointedly ignoring him; a dark scowl hiding the worry within.

By the time they finally pulled into a parking spot in front of the airport, Maedhros was barely holding back panic. Their flight left in thirty minutes-barely enough time to check in their bags and go through security.

Fingon was waiting for them at the baggage check, hands shoved deep into his pockets-his blue eyes dark with worry. "Oh thank the Valar!" he called, running over. "I thought you guys weren't going to make it."

Maedhros nodded numbly and gave Fingon his best attempt at a smile while dragging his bag up to the check-in booth. "We got a bit held up," he mumbled under his breath as he handed his passport over.

Celegorm at least had the grace to look slightly ashamed although the look vanished quickly as he bent to help Huan into the large crate he would travel in for the flight. Much to Celegorm's dismay, Huan was too large to travel in the cabin and therefore had to be crated in the back with the baggage. He made little whining noises as Celegorm coaxed him into the crate, staring accusatorially back at him as he was taken away.

"Come on," Maedhros said, tugging on his sleeve, and the five of them hurried through the airport to security.

"The others went ahead and should already be at the gate," Fingon explained as he jogged to keep up with Maedhros' long strides.

Maedhros nodded absently, but didn't respond, already shoving his backpack and laptop into a security tray.

His brothers and Fingon hurried behind and they managed to get through without a hassle; leaving them with only just enough time to get to their gate.

They sprinted across the airport, Caranthir scowling yet again and Celegorm attempting to repack his very messy backpack as they ran.

"Hey!" Called Finrod from gate 27. He waved them over, offering up a wide grin.

The five of them skidded to a halt in front of him, panting and grumbling about traffic and security lines.

Aredhel stood up from her seat and punched Celegorm lightly in the shoulder. "We thought you weren't going to make it. We were just about to leave without you. The planes been call-"

The loud voice of the intercom broke through Aredhel's words, cutting her off.

This is the final call for passengers travelling on flight TA354 to Alqualondë. Please come to gate 27 and board your plane now.

"Come on, we can talk on the flight," Celegorm said, grabbing Aredhel's hand and dragging her towards the airplane.


"By Eru, Káno! I can't believe you decided to take that thing on the plane."

Maglor was in the process of trying to shove his guitar case into an overhead bin. A procedure he was having zero luck with. "You're just jealous because you couldn't have Huan here," Maglor snapped back, giving Celegorm a contemptuous look. He gave the guitar one last shove, but to no avail. "Arg! There's no way this is going to fit here. I'll have to talk to a flight attendant," he announced, slinging his guitar over his shoulder.

"What-Oh come on!" Celegorm exclaimed, raising his arms in the air in exasperation. "Just let them check it."

Maglor fixed Celegorm with a very unimpressed look and rolled his eyes. "Tyelko, I think you fail to see the point of this. The luggage bay is not safe for instruments. It can be very destructive to them."

Celegorm had just opened his mouth to snap back when Maedhros appeared between them, looking very tired. "Would you two please cut it out? Káno, go and ask a flight attendant about finding a place for your guitar, and Tyelko, put your backpack away and sit down."

Celegorm gave Maglor one last scathing look but followed his older brother's advice and settled down into his seat next to Aredhel, who promptly began bombarding him with questions about why they had been so late.

Maglor rolled his eyes but headed off in search of a flight attendant, guitar slung over one shoulder.

Maedhros watched him go for a moment before sighing and settling down in the aisle seat next to Fingon.

"You look exhausted," Fingon commented, watching Maedhros in concern as he flopped back in the seat; running a hand through his long dark-red hair.

"Mm...Tyelko decided to sleep in this morning-or didn't wake up to his alarm. I'm not really sure. Either way, he took forever to get ready and we ended up leaving the house almost an hour later than we should have." He sighed again and leaned his head back against the head rest, briefly closing his eyes. "Valar, I didn't think we were going to make it here in time."

"That's rough," Fingon agreed, patting Maedhros' arm sympathetically. "But you made it, and now you can just relax." He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling up as he nodded towards the tv screens built into the seats in front of them. "You thinking of watching something?"

Maedhros returned the smile, feeling himself relax as Fingon's calm, cheerful voice chilled his nerves. "Yeah, that sounds great."


The plane was preparing for take off when Maglor finally returned, looking tired and slightly exasperated, but without his guitar. He slipped past Maedhros and Fingon and slid down into the window seat, setting his phone in his lap and resting his head against the window.

"Did you manage to find somewhere to keep your guitar?" Maedhros asked, lifting his head and leaning over Fingon to look at his younger brother.

Maglor sighed. "Yeah...Tirion Air flight attendants can be so uptight though. They kept telling me there was no way I could keep it in the main cabin and would have to check it with the rest of the baggage. Then finally the captain came and said I could keep it up front." Maglor frowned, his expression darkening. "Now, if we had actually left on time, we could have gotten on the flight earlier and I wouldn't have to worry about this."

"Nng, Káno, don't start. I'm not very pleased with Tyelko at the moment either, but let's try to move past it. We're here now and that's what matters." Maedhros sent his brother a hopeful smile which Maglor returned after only a moment's hesitation.

"Mm...fine. But he better know he's not getting any privileges for a while."

Fingon, who had been staying quiet up until then, let out a soft laugh and grinned. "I think Aredhel's already fully berating him on what happened. He should be good and disciplined by the time we get there."

The other two could not help themselves and joined Fingon's laughter, each imagining Aredhel telling off Celegorm for his slow start that morning.

They were all in the fits of more joyful laughter when the flight intercom crackled into action, announcing their imminent take off.

"Off at last!" Fingon said, grinning broadly as the engines started to whir and plane took off across the tarmac. "Alqualondë here we come!"