Disclaimer: I do not own anything from either of these shows/tv series/movies. Rights go to their respective owners. Exept for Narye – she is totally MINE! I just felt like writing a crossover of these two worlds and decided to do it – sorry if I'm treading on any toes – comments and criticism is welcome as long as you're nice about it! This is my first try at a fan-fic, so saying sorry beforehand :D

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Summary: Elladan and Elrohir are sent to check out the North-Eastern border of Rivendell territory and run afowl of the humans there – oh dear! I suck at summaries, if you can tell…heheh.'~'

Chapter 1

The sun was high in a cloudless sky, its rays scattering along the floor of a springtime forest. Two figures raced towards a nearby waterfall, following its echoing roar. Wind buffeted their faces, long ebony hair streaming behind them as they dashed through the trees as if racing the wind itself. Long wirey legs propelled them faster and faster, paying no heed to the heavy packs on their slender shoulders.

The first one skidded to a stop just before the waterfalls and let out a triumphant shout. He turned back in the direction he came, watching as his opponent followed close behind, consternation plain on his chiseled face. The latter sighed and dropped into a crouch, struggling to regain his breath as he let his pack fall to the ground. "That wasn't completely…fair, y'know," he panted, glaring at his companion, "you had a head start."

"Oh-hoh, not so, Gwadur nin," said the first with a winded laugh, "you just had a slow start, slowpoke."

"Why you-" Elladan stammered and tackled his younger twin, boxing his ears playfully. Elrohir yelped and fought back, blocking his brother's blows and throwing him off with his legs. After a while they separated, once more out of breath and filling the forest with their pealing laughter. The two elves had been sent to the North-Eastern Border of Rivendell territory. There were rumors of increasing numbers of men entering the forests there and using the life there to their own gain, without permission of the Elven king. No one was overly familiar with that part of Rivendell territory and few patrols passed there. So of course, The twin sons of Elrond Perendhel had leapt at the chance to get away from court life for a while. Lord Glorfindel had agreed, and their Father had reluctantly acquiesced after a long session of pleading and begging from the two boys. While Arwen, their younger sister seemed to enjoy sitting in a counsel session for hours at a time, the two boys found the experience almost unbearable, and were more often than not the source of several pranks at the expense of the other counsel members.

Standing up from his perch on a mossy boulder, Elrohir looked up at the setting sun, his grey eyes squinting against the brightness. "We should walk upstream a ways and make camp," he said, "It will be dark soon."

"Agreed," Elladan replied, brushing his green and brown tunic off with one long fingered hand. "And catch something for dinner – I'm famished!"

Elrohir nodded, "good idea," he said. Raising his fingers to his lips he let out a shrill whistle and waited for the familiar whinnies of the steeds Elladan and he had abandoned during their race. The elf laughed as he turned and caught sight of the two stallions, already further upstream and shaking their manes as if they were laughing at the young elves' foolishness.

"It seems both of us have been beat in the race, mellon nin," Elrohir remarked with a smile, pointing towards the horses. Elladan grunted and shouldered his pack once more, following his brother up the stream.

That night the twins enjoyed themselves beside a brightly burning fire under the open sky, the stars shining down brightly from the heavens. Elrohir gazed at the stars as his brother played a tune on the small flute he always packed. Everything out here was so peaceful – despite the growing shadow of the dark lord that drew ever closer to Rivendell, spreading through the land like a plague. Even now, the night sounds were lulling the young elf to blissful sleep; the chirping of the crickets, the singing of frogs, the soft roar of the distant waterfall…

Elrohir frowned and sat up, leaning on his elbows. Something wasn't quite right. He tipped his head, pointed ears straining for any out of place sounds. His brother looked at him puzzled for a moment, then stopped playing as he too heard what was causing his brother concern. Elladan felt it now too; the felling that someone or something was watching them. His hand instinctively slipped to the hilt of his knife resting gently on his hip.

A rustle in the bushes brought both warriors to their feet, weapons at the ready, though not drawn. Twin sets of steel grey eyes pierced the darkness, searching for the source of the disturbance. When nothing so much as breathed out of sync, the Peredhel twins slowly relazed, collapsing by the fire once more. Elladan laughed, Elrohir slowly joining in. "You are so skittish!" Elladan chuckled, "It was probably just a rabbit or doe drawn toward the fire or music. They aren't afraid of anyone here it seems."

Elrohir nodded, not entirely convinced. He was certain he had seen the form of a man; whatever it was, though, it was gone and certainly nothing to worry about. The young elf leaned back once more, his eyes gazing off into the starscape over his head, his lids sliding to half-mast in sleep as the heavens danced their way across the sky.

Unseen and unheard, a shadow slipped away, heading towards the edge of the forest and the inhabited lands beyond.

gwadur nin: twin brother

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