Bound Together.
A Story of Elladan and Elrohir.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Tolkiens characters. But I do own Scyra.
Chapter 1, Coming of Age.
Elladan and Elrohir rushed across the plains, heading toward Rivendell. They had been out traveling with some rangers and hunting some creatures that had been disturbing the peace in the North.
But today was different of course. Elladan and Elrohir were turning fifty, which was coming of age for elves. They were to return to Imladris for a feast in their honor.
The twins had been known to be late for special occasions, but their father, Elrond, had warned them this time.
"Elrohir, I think you will make us late again." Elladan shouted over the sound of rushing wind and thundering hooves.
Elrohir laughed. "Nonsense. We shall be there on time." Elrohir assured him.
Elladan was not sure this would be true, and now their father would be very upset.
The sun was setting and soon they would have to travel through the night and there were strange creatures roaming around now.
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Elrond paced up and down. Everyone was ready for the feast, but the twins, whom the feast was for.
Celebrian walked up to Elrond and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Now Elrond, they're still young. Give them time, they'll be here." She said softly.
Elrond nodded. "Yes they're still young, but they must learn to make it to places on time." Elrond said firmly.
Then Arwen walked in wearing a blood red dress with black bodice. She smiled seeing her father was upset.
"Ada, did you not know they would be late? Those two do not know the meaning of being on time." Arwen said.
Elrond sighed. "Yes, Arwen, I realize this." He said.
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"Come on Elladan, Imladris lies before us!" Elrohir shouted as he took the lead.
Elladan had slowed down. Something bothered him. He could sense something was near.
"Elrohir stop. There is something not right about this." Elladan said seriously.
Elrohir slowed his horse to a walk and turned around.
"What? What disturbs you?" Elrohir asked.
"There is a dark presence. We can't go any further." Elladan said.
Elrohir's mouth dropped open. "No, you jest brother. If we stop now Ada will have our heads." Elrohir said.
Elladan dismounted. "Well, it's better to let him have our heads than some strange roaming beast." Elladan said.
Elrohir couldn't believe this. "I'm not stopping. You can do what you want." Elrohir said.
Elladan felt alarmed. "No! Do you not sense this danger? Something is lurking." Elladan said.
Elrohir looked back. "Elladan, you can do what you want, I'm still going home." He said finally.
Elladan couldn't believe this. Elrohir always listened when he had something to say, they were twins after all.
Elladan ran two steps after his brother.
"Elrohir! Elrohir!" He shouted as loud as he could.
But Elrohir did not turn back, he kept riding into the darkness until he was lost.
Elladan stared out. He had never felt so alone. His twin had never abandoned him before.
"And for what? A feast." Elladan muttered.
Then he turned back and began making a fire. He knew there was something near by and he hoped the fire would hold it off.
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Elrohir charged across the plains. He couldn't understand what his brother was talking about but he knew he needed to get home.
As he rode he heard some noises, but he kept going.
"Nothing to bother with." He kept reminding himself.
Then suddenly, out of no where, a huge boulder flew straight at him.
Elrohir veered to the right and was just missed. His horse whinnied loudly to let him know more creatures were lurking.
"Trolls." Elrohir growled.
He kept riding hard, if he stopped he would be overwhelmed in a minute.
But then an arrow flew out towards him, just missing again.
"Goblins?" Orcs?" Elrohir wasn't sure which it was but he knew it wasn't a troll.
Then suddenly many orcs came out and gathered around Elrohir. They pointed their blades or arrows at him. Elrohir gasped, Elladan had been right.
"Should we kill 'im now?" One orc asked.
"Yeah, we 'aven't had anything to eat for a long time!" Another cried.
Then a different voice rose above their voices.
"No, I think not. He's mine." To Elrohir's surprise it was a female voice.
A woman, very rugged looking, stepped out from under the shadows. She held a spear in her hand and stared with a piercing gaze.
Her hair was brown and tied back and her eyes looked black.
Elrohir knew immediately by what she was wearing that she was from the lands of the Easterlings.
"Well, the Leader was right." The woman said as she looked him over.
"The Leader? What nonsense is this?" Elrohir demanded.
The woman laughed. "I know people in very high places elf. I have been sent by my captain to find some young princes of a elven land. Supposedly you are old enough to become leaders now, and that will not do. My Captain wants you out of the picture." The woman explained.
That didn't answer Elrohir's question, but he was baffled by what she told him. How did she know that today they had become old enough to take up leadership?
"Of course, I was told there were two, so I'll have to keep looking for the other. But in the mean time I'll take care of you. Get him down off his horse and tie him up." The woman named Scyra ordered.
Elrohir knew he had to escape. He turned his horse, crushing a few orcs and dashed forward.
But as he raced he heard a sound to his left and looked. He saw the troll that had almost killed him earlier.
He let out a cry as the troll hurled another boulder at him, this time smashing into Elrohir's body.
Elrohir flew from the back of his horse and smashed into the ground, unconscious.
Scyra smiled. "Good, get him tied up. I don't think he's dead. My Captain wouldn't mind if he was but that's not what I want." Scyra said.
The orcs managed to lift the boulder off Elrohir and then carry him to a tree where they propped him up and tied his body to it.
Okay, tell me if you like this story. Leave a review. Nethwen
