Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable characters (which is all of them). They all belong to JRR Tolkien.

A/N: I know that I'm not the greatest writer. I've only been writing stories in general for about a year. This is the first fic that I've actually posted, and it's my third fanfic that I've written.

Also, this story is AU.

Now, for the story

Reunion Beyond The Stars

Chapter 1

Elladan slashed at another oncoming orc before turning and blocking another scimitar that was aimed for his head. He started to get a feeling of panic when he suddenly realized that Elrohir was no longer by his side. Worried, he started to search for his younger twin while still keeping most of his attention on killing more oncoming orcs.

Elrohir had gotten himself into trouble. He was surrounded by orcs and was starting to tire. As an orc raised its blade, Elrohir swung up his sword to block it just as another one slashed him across the stomach with its scimitar. He spun around, blocking the scimitar, just he felt a sharp pain in his stomach as he felt the cold steel of a blade rush through it. As the orc pulled out its blade, Elrohir sank to his knees. He felt light- headed, and consciousness was starting to flee him. He used all of his remaining energy to try and let Elladan know that something was wrong, but all of a sudden, his thoughts became blank, and he could feel his life draining away as his mind slipped in to darkness, then, he collapsed.

Elladan felt a shot of pain tear through his heart. 'Elrohir!' he thought worriedly, he knew what was happening, his brother was losing a battle for his life. He needed to find Elrohir now! He frantically tried to find his brother, the one that completed his soul. He fought his way in the direction his heart was pulling him in and he suddenly saw the crumpled form of his brother lying on the ground. He ran to Elrohir's side to see if he was still alive, if even barely, but to his avail, he could find no pulse. Elrohir was dead. He couldn't believe it. His twin was dead. He turned back to the orcs and swung his blade, and an orc head fell to the ground, he would avenge his brother's death, as long as he was alive. The orcs showed no sign of lessening their numbers. He fought to keep himself alive. Just as he turned and raised his blade to kill another orc, he felt an axe embed itself into his spine, and he immediately lost all consciousness as he fell to the ground.

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Glorfindel and his party had heard the sounds of battle a ways away, and were just on their way to check it out. They came across a glade littered with the bodies of dead orcs. "Search the area for any survivors." He said to the elves, hoping that they would find someone alive, if only barely.

After a few minutes of searching one of the elves noticed two figures lying on the ground. He noticed that the figures were not orcs, but elves. "Glorfindel!" The elf called.

Glorfindel quickly ran over to where the elf was crouched. He looked at the two figures. They had flowing, dark hair, and to him, they seemed familiar, even though he could not see their faces. He felt a twinge of sadness; it was sad to see an immortal die. He wondered to himself how hard it would be to the families of the two elves to hear about their deaths. The two looked as if they had been close friends, dying to protect each other. "We should see who they were, before we bury them." He said. He reached over and rolled one of the elves over and gasped. He closed his eyes for a second to collect his thoughts; he had recognized the young elf, it was one of the twins. After a few more minutes he finally managed to identify him as Elladan.

"This is one of Lord Elrond's sons." The elf beside him said, shocked. "But that would mean..."

"That the other one is Elrohir." Glorfindel said sadly. From what he had figured from where the twins had been, the elder twin had died protecting the younger. He had known Elrond's twin sons since they were elflings; he had been a victim of their pranks many times. He realized that even though he was always angry with them for that, he knew that it brought joy to those around them. It was certainly going to be a lot quieter in Imladris after this. This was going to be very painful for Elrond: Arwen had married Estel a year ago, and now his sons were dead. This was going to be very difficult news to report.

"We are taking them back to Imladris. They are the Lord's sons." Two of the elves picked up the twins and the party began to head back into Imladris.

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The party had arrived a few hours later, and, thankfully, Elrond had not come out to greet them. Now, Glorfindel was now heading slowly towards Elrond's study, to give him his report. He wished that he did not have to be the one to give Elrond the news, but he knew that he was the best person to do it. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

He almost didn't hear the answering "Enter" from inside Elrond's study.

Elrond was sitting at his desk. For the last few hours, he had felt that something was wrong, but he could not place it. There was something missing. He looked up to see Glorfindel standing in the doorway. As he watched his friend walk into the room, he noticed the slight sadness on the elda's face. "What news is there on the borders?" He asked.

"We heard a band of orcs in battle with some elves, but alas we were too late to save them." Glorfindel said, hoping to breach the subject of what had happened, as much as he wished that he didn't have to.

"Were you able to identify the elves?" Elrond asked, he looked at his friend, and seneschal, questioningly when Glorfindel looked towards the floor; he could see that something had happened, and Glorfindel was having trouble saying it. Elrond stood and walked towards his friend, to stand beside him.

"Yes." Glorfindel said, trying to hide the sadness in his voice.

Elrond saw through the cover. "Who were they?" Elrond asked. It seemed to him that Glorfindel was very reluctant to reveal this information.

"I think, you should see for yourself." Glorfindel replied, unable to break the news of Elladan and Elrohir's death. It was just too painful for him to bring up.

In a few minutes Glorfindel and Elrond were walking down the halls to where the twins lay. When they reached the door, Glorfindel turned to Elrond and said, "Today is a sad day, this loss has pained many of us." He reached for the handle, his hand trembling, and turned the doorknob.

Elrond was nowhere close to being prepared for what he saw. As the door opened, Elrond stood shocked. There, the lifeless bodies of his twin sons lay. He couldn't move, and he suddenly realized what had been wrong a few hours before. He ran to the bedside, and knelt beside the bed. First, his wife is attacked by orcs and had to sail over the sea, and now, his sons are dead, killed by orcs. Elrond felt the tears well up in his eyes. He did not notice Glorfindel walk up beside him.

Glorfindel knelt down beside his friend and put a comforting arm around him. "They were outnumbered. It was just them against the orcs. I wish we could have been there sooner. It is a very sad day for all of us." Glorfindel said quietly.

"A message needs to be sent to Gondor. Estel and Arwen must be told of this." Elrond managed to say. He stood up, and leaned over his sons and kissed each of them on the forehead. May you find peace wherever you wander now He said quietly.

TBC...

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