Wherever Love May Lead Us
By:
CrackinAndProudOfIt and Erestor83
A/N from CrackinAndProudOfIt: Hello, dear reader! I just wanted to let you know that this first chapter is by me, even though it's on Erestor83's account, since, as you doubtless read in the summary, we're co-writing this fic. What I'm meaning to say is: Don't blame Erestor83 if this chapter isn't to your liking! ;) I hope it is, though!
"Can I ask you a question?" said Elladan to his brother, nocking another arrow and taking aim at the target with greater focus than he typically allotted to archery practice. "A highly, highly hypothetical question springing purely from curiosity on my part and not at all from any, ah, circumstances in my own life, that is," he added all-too-quickly.
"What kind of question?" Elrohir responded absentmindedly, making an even greater show of complete focus on his bow than his twin. "It wouldn't 'hypothetically' be concerned with your hypothetical relationship with a certain silver-haired healer's daughter, would it?" he teased.
"I just told you it was hypothetical!" was Elladan's vehement reply as he let fly the arrow and watched it whiz straight into the bull's eye, "Completely and totally hypothetical!"
Elrohir sent his arrow after Elladan's and it landed beside it in the target's center, so close the feathers touched. "Just ask the question," he answered with an exasperated sigh, going to retrieve the arrows.
Elladan cleared his throat and as soon as his brother was a good distance away from the target drew forth and nocked another arrow, saying with a poor façade of nonchalance, "What do you do when there's something you really need to tell someone, or ask someone, but you don't know how to, and if you ask and they say no it could possibly wreak disaster on whatever semblance of a relationship you might have had before?" He released the bowstring; this time the arrow flew off into some nearby bushes.
"Hypothetically speaking?" Elrohir inquired suspiciously, raising an eyebrow as he handed the other adolescent his arrow. He continued, "If this were a hypothetical romantic situation, then the first thing I would not do is what you just did to me. 'Can I ask you a hypothetical question?' may get answers from me, but it isn't the way into a lady's heart, that much I know."
"Is that all you know?" asked Elladan, frustrated. He had a strange sinking feeling that it was. How had he thought his twin would be of any help with this? He needed to talk to someone who actually had more experience with níssi than he did, rather than less.
Meanwhile, Elrohir was answering him with amusement heavy in his voice. 'Ah, so you admit it's romantic! In that case, I would attempt the classical approach: pick some flowers, bake her something sweet, get down on your knees and sing a love song. At the next feast of course." Elrohir burst out laughing. "I'll help you pick it out!"
"You're hilarious," replied Elladan sarcastically, pulling his arrow out of a budding azalea and sticking it back in his quiver. "I'm done practicing for today." He began walking back into his father's house from the secluded courtyard where they had been training.
The large house seemed empty today, for Elladan saw no one on the way to his personal chambers, where, upon his arrival therein, he put his archery away in the closet before heading back down the stairs and through several bright hallways, purposefully avoiding the healers' quarters. Running into Isowen today would be even more awkward and embarrassing than usual. Finally, he arrived outside the study of the only person he felt like talking to about his problem: Lord Erestor. Crossing his fingers that his father's advisor would be in a pleasant mood, he knocked.
A/N: Reviews are very, very appreciated! ;)