Author's Note: These chapters will be as short as I can get by with, so don't expect my usual longer ones. I want to be able to keep up with this story, since I'm in the middle of so many others. (I know, I shouldn't be starting another one. But I REALLY wanted to. Sorry!)
Also, I'm not sure if this has been done before. It probably has, but I haven't read any yet. Sorry if I took your idea!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything here except POSSIBLY the idea.
"Come on, father!" Elrohir pleaded, looking up towards his father with his bright blue eyes. "We'll be extra careful! Nothing is going to happen, I promise!"
"Yes, father," Elladan encouraged the situation, nodding while he gazed on with his own, darker blue eyes. The only difference between the twins. "I'll be sure to make sure that Legolas doesn't fall into any rivers and that Elrohir doesn't attempt to push him in one, either!"
A round of 'heys' went out, one from Elrohir and Legolas himself.
"I only fell into that river once, Elladan," Legolas protested, his appearance of a mortal ten year old demanding that the information being distributed at once. "And that was sixteen years ago!"
"Yeah, and I only pushed him in one time besides that!" Elrohir added, folding his arms. Anyone could see that Elrohir, who appeared to be a mortal age of eleven, was trying to look older. "You just don't let anything go."
Laughing lightly, Elladan turned towards his brother and friend and stuck out his tongue before looking back at Lord Elrond. "Please, father? King Thranduil already told Legolas that he could go. And he's younger than us!"
"Exactly! Please, father?" Elrohir begged once again as well, sticking out his lower lip for emphasis. "How are we going to be skilled warriors if we never even get to go outside alone?"
"By practice and self control," Lord Elrond chided before sighing, placing his head into his hands. How was he ever going to get through his years with these two? Although he had been firm over the years, he wondered perhaps a greater lesson could be learned from this. He could only hope.
"Fine. You can go," he decided, although his tone clearly showed how much he disapproved of his own decision. "But if anything happens I want you all to come straight back. No stopping to figure out the situation yourself—I don't care if you think it's a dwarf and it would be fun to pick at him. I want you to come straight home."
"Aww, not even if he's really smelly?" Elrohir asked, looking disappointed before flashing his dad's upset face a grin. "I'm joking, father!"
"Yes, and we promise if anything happens we will come straight back. You can count on us!" Elladan added before looking towards Elrohir and Legolas. "Come on, let's go pack!"
As the three young boys raced from Lord Elrond's study, they almost knocked Lord Glorfindel straight off his feet while passing. Looking after the boys with a slight panic, it was obvious that he hadn't gotten over the fact that the young twin elflings had filled his pillow with jam two evenings prior.
"What has got the elflings into such a fine mood?" he questioned, eyebrows raised suspiciously as he looked towards Elrond.
"Does there have to be a reason?" Elrond asked, his face still buried into his folded hands.
Chuckling, Glorfindel shook his head and smirked upon the man. "I'm sorry, I should reword myself. What has got you in such an…apprehensive mood?"
"Well, I'm afraid that they have taken it upon themselves to plan a camping trip. By themselves."
Cringing, the blonde elf lord couldn't help but wonder what sort of bad health this would be to elf kind. Or even those in the forest. He paused, however, as he realized the tone. "You want me to follow them, don't you?"
He sounded almost afraid for the answer.
"Of course I do, Glorfindel. I ask of you, go watch the children. But if they see you, Valar forbid it. Do not let them see you! They will never forgive me if they do."