Author's Note: And so, here is another story concerning my favorite twins. Someday, when I have written enough of them, I will find a way to tie all of these short stories together. Until then, enjoy it as it is.

Disclaimer: If I owned Lord Of the Rings, I would be an ancient, rich, but very dead man. And, I am not.

Rivendell: TA 1345

"Daddy? Daddy… Daddy…"

Ellabrían called out into the surrounding darkness, doing her best to conceal the fear in her voice. She lay upon a tiny bed, set in the middle of the room, staring up at the vaulted ceiling. The elleth was small, looking to be about seven in human ages.

"Ellabrían, what is it?" Elladan rushed into her bedroom, which was lit only by the light of the stars outside the open window, from which you could see out into the forests surrounding Rivendell. "What's wrong?" Once at her side, he leaned over, cupping her dainty chin in his hand.

"The trees Ada… they're making strange noises." Her wide, dark eyes looked up at him, trusting him with her fears.

"Oh, tithen pen… the trees are our friends. They cannot hurt you. And the noises they make, that's only them talking to each other. If you listen very closely, you can hear their voices." By now, he had lifted her into a sitting position, and was perched on the bed beside her.

"What do the trees say to each other?" The Elfling asked quietly. For to her, it seemed the trees would have nothing to talk about. After all, they could never do anything exciting, being only trees.

Elladan paused, having to ponder this one for a moment. "I do not know, I've never spoken with a tree before. But I imagine they talk much as we do, discussing the happenings of the world around them."

"I wish I could talk with the trees, Daddy."

"Someday, maybe you will be able to. But for now, sleep. And let the Valar bless you with sweet dreams." Elladan stood, and tucked her back into the bed. "Good night, meleth nîn." Before he had left the room, she had already drifted into an elf dream. As he was about to return to his own room, however, he saw Elrohir standing in the shadows of the hall.

"Why does my daughter call for me?" Elrohir asked his twin in a whisper. For when he had arrived to comfort her, Elladan was already there.

"You may have sired her," Elladan answered with a touch of anger in his voice. "But she as much my daughter as she is yours."

Notes on Elvish:
Elleth: Female Elf
Ada: Father
Tithen Pen: Little One
Meleth Nîn: My Love