Disclaimer: I own no Tolkien characters. Yes, I completely stole the idea for this story from Captain America, both "The First Avenger" and "Winter Soldier". For clarity's sake, Elladan is my Cap equivalent, Elrohir is Bucky, Lindir is Dr. Zol, & Estel is kind of Peggy (but please do not think this is slash, because it isn't!). As for Elrond, I believe his role is rather self-explanatory. Enjoy, and as always I truly appreciate comments and constructive criticism!
On silent feet, dark-haired twin elves crept through the forest, scanning the trees and underbrush up and down. The sun illuminated their path as it filtered through the thick leaves of summer. The shadows of all the plants made it harder for even their expert elven eyes to detect their prey, which was why they preferred stalking in the winter.
"Do you see anything?" Elladan whispered after traveling several hours through the woods.
"No. Do you?" Elrohir answered.
"No. There has been nothing today, not the faintest hint of a footprint, no thumping of those nasty orc feet pounding the ground. You may notice the air is sweet and fresh, whereas when orcs are about it turns foul."
"Right. None of that dark, evil, oppressive atmosphere, which threatens to infiltrate my very soul and eat me from the inside out."
"Yes," Elladan breathed. "Ever since we rescued Naneth…"
"Let us return to Imladris now. Ada shall be worried, as usual. Besides that, I need to train some more. Our last little skirmish left me more out of breath and sore than I would like."
"Yes, I shall help you train, just like we always do after our orc hunts. But first, how about we see if we can find some fried chicken and bring it back with us?"
"Yes!" A sparkle lit Elrohir's eyes. They had discovered the treat when they met some travelling Rangers a few years back and found they enjoyed the treat significantly. About the only meat they had at Rivendell was fish, and chicken tasted so much better!
Estel, their human friend and practically a brother, joined them from his own searches. "Did you say fried chicken?" He held up two wild chickens, and the twins grinned at each other, then the man.
"Yes! We can fry them up right now and take them back with us as a surprise!" Elrohir could contain his excitement no longer and snatched a bird from Estel and immediately began dressing it.
Everyone shared a good laugh and before they knew it the birds were being fried up nicely in the cast iron skillet Estel lugged about for who-knows-what reason. However, that meant the twins could have their favourite treat whenever they found the birds!
An hour later and they found themselves walking back into the beautiful realm of Imladris, ready to give Lord Elrond a taste of the delicious food.
The Carnelian Orc, named for the fearsome red tone of his thick hide, carefully avoided the elven twins who constantly stalked him. He grinned as he remembered their mother, Celebrían's, frightened face when he stepped up to her to crank up the rack he had placed her on. She had found out about his disguise and he had to ensure she would never tell anyone. His plan had worked beautifully. Now if only he could get the other foul elves to leave so he could continue in his plan.
Carnelian, as he called himself, chuckled as he once again evaded the ruthless elven twins and their human comrade, who he knew had to be the heir to the Dúnedain clan. All three companions were potential rulers of kingdoms he wanted to control. Though under Lord Sauron's rule in theory, he desired to rule all Middle Earth. But for now, his specialty was hiding from the foul elven creatures, having spent years studying their ways and learning how to be just like one. In fact, if he had the proper looks he could probably masquerade among them and get away with it. He wondered what those elves would think if they knew who he really was and met him in person. His only fear was that those infernal twins would catch up with him and foil his plans. They and Estel were expert trackers, and had he not been so familiar with their ways, he would have been dead long ago. But he would never allow them to catch up with him. He wanted to get the jump on them but had yet to figure out how to make that happen. If he got his hands on them, they would rue the day they vowed vengeance on him, receiving a tortuous death a million times worse than what happened to their mother.
But he had lingered watching them long enough. Sliding into the tree line, he rushed away on silent feet back to his underground lair, still chuckling to himself about the revenge he planned on all elves.