A/N: Alright. I'm not forgetting my old stories, but this is too good an idea to give up. I'll have you know that I'm updating everything as much as I can over the break. My fall break is coming up next week.
Disclaimer: I don't own the twins. I don't own Elrond either, but I'm not really sad about that. Uhh.. yeah. I don't own any of it.
Disclaimer #2: I have a lot of Tolkien mistakes in this one I think. Please don't bring them up. Most are on purpose so the story flows.
To Fate.
Chapter one: Always Brothers.
"Elrohir! You crazy Elfling! Get over here!" Elladan's voice echoed through the halls of Imladris. Everything was silent for a moment. The young Elf called again, "Elrohir! Come out! Don't make me come find you!"
With that, Elrohir stepped out from behind a curtain. "Sorry, Elladan," came his simple apology. "Just please, don't hurt me! It was Haldir's idea from a while back!" The younger twin stepped back a bit.
"I wouldn't touch a hair on your little head," Elladan spoke, with great sarcasm. "Too valuable to Father apparantly."
Elrohir grinned, ignoring the crack about the size of his head. "Thanks, brother." As he said that, the young Elf ran up and caught his twin in what could only be described as a deathlock but was mostly supposed to be a hug. Elladan grunted at the loss of air. "Get.. off.. me.." Elrohir quickly let go.
"Sorry," he apologized again. "Too emotional." Then, he turned on his heels and left quickly.
After the parting of the two brothers, Lord Elrond found his way to the hall that Elladan had been standing in.
"You two.." chuckled Elrond. "You remind me of quarreling orcs. You need to remember you're brothers and certainly not fell beasts."
Elladan laughed. "You heard us, aye? Ai. What luck! I thank the Valar every day to have a father who hovvers over me."
Elrond grinned. "Aye. Loud little monkeys you are. Nay! Fell beasts at the moment. Now.. where'd that brother of your's run off to?"
Elladan shrugged. "I wouldn't know, adar. I would suppose he left to go ponder on another plot."
At that, the Elven-lord nodded. "Or perhaps ponder the Sea? I just wanted to tell the both of you. The ships are leaving soon for the last time. Perhaps you should hurry your way across." Elladan wrinkled his nose in distaste.
"And leave Middle-Earth forever? I think not. No fate, after the Ring or not, will be missed by the last Elven twins. I'm staying and I'm keeping Elrohir with me."
Elrond nodded solomnly, taking his leave quite defeated. His sons couldn't simply stay in Middle-Earth forever. No beings should be forced to dwindle.