~An Accident~

A week went by uneventful for the family, it was again reaching the end of a week, when the twins went off hunting, which as always began with a somewhat heated argument with Estel about not being allowed to go. Elrond, busy with other things in Rivendell, had innocently told the young child to go and play with someone, or read. The child sighed with frustration and left his father alone for the rest of the day.

Looking around the child smiled and took the cross bow off the wall and in hand. He ran his fingers over the fine feathers attached on the beautiful arrow. Slowly removing one from it's holder he notched it on the bow and pulled the string back.

Elrond was coming to the study to let Estel know his brothers would be back soon, when he saw the child with the bow and arrow. Fear and anger raged through him rapidly, causing him to not think.

Estel was so deep in the game he never heard his father coming up behind him. "ESTEL!" The booming voice shook the child out of his thoughts, causing him to whirl around and freeze instantly. What happened in the next second would forever be engrained in the young boys mind as his hand slipped and released the arrow. Striking Lord Elrond straight in the heart.

"NO!!!!!!" Screamed Estel as his father hit the floor, already dead.

"What in.Oh Valar!" The twins yelled staring at their unmoving father, his eyes open in shock. Estel was now lying beside his father, in the pool of blood surrounding the elf.

"What did you do!?" shouted Elladan.

"GLORFINDEL!" Called Elrohir, knowing they would need the help.

"What happened?" Glorfindel asked before he even saw the body on the floor, Gandalf, who had just arrived a moment ago joined them and gasped.

"I..." Estel stopped shaking his head.

"Elladan?" Elrohir asked, unable to hear his brother, for all he could think was he had only just lost his mother and now his father was going to.

"Get him out of here! NOW!" Screamed Elladan as he stared down at his dead father.

"I can."

"You've done enough!" yelled Elladan. Estel stood frozen at his brother's anger. He hadn't meant it, what had he done.

"But."

"You're going to go to your room, and you will not move from that room until you and I speak! I will deal with you later!" Bit Elladan. Glorfindel sighed and reached down, plucking up the small whimpering boy into his arms and carrying him away from the scene.

~*~

Elladan sighed as he slid down the wall outside his father's room, moments later Elrohir and Gandalf joined him. Tears touching all their faces.

"Glorfindel is making us some food," whispered Elrohir in a state of shock.

"I...I feel like I should do something," whispered Elladan. Anger gone, only sorrow and depression was there now. Gandalf had done his best, but no living creature could be shot in the heart and live to tell the tale, unless it was a miracle of some sort. Elrond was dead.

"Someone needs to go tell Estel," Gandalf stated softly. Elrohir shook his head and covered his face gently.

"I can't...I can't do it right now, I'm sorry I'm not angry with him, but I just can't face him right now," whimpered Elladan as he slowly lifted himself from the floor and headed for his room.

"I...I don't know what to say to him," whispered Elrohir, feeling his heart breaking into a million pieces. Gandalf sighed and touched the elf's knee.

"Tell him the truth, young elf, that is all he will be able to accept," The young elf nodded and slowly stood on his feet, swaying slightly.

"Gandalf, I...It hurts so bad," whimpered Elladan as he turned to the great wizard. Finding comfort in the strong old arms that wrapped around his body.

"There, there elfling, your father will always be in your heart, just like you amme," Gandalf said softly.

"Please, go speak with him my friend, I do not have the strength," whispered Elrohir.

"Young elf, he will want to see one of you, he is afraid."

"He should be," whispered Elladan from where he now stood, looking angrier than he had a few moments ago when he had left them.

"What are you going to do to him?" Elrohir asked.

"I...I can't and will not deal with him at this moment. Gandalf send word I want Legolas, Celeborn, Arwen, and Galadriel as soon as they can get here," the older twin said.

"As you wish, mellon nin," whispered Gandalf walking away.

"We... We really should go talk to him," murmured Elrohir.

"I'm afraid if I look at him, I'll strike him for what he has done, and I am not a violent elf," stated Elladan.

"You will not if I am there," stated Elrohir surely of his brother.

"Come, we must speak to the child, before he believes we are going to kill him."

"El, you do realize, this was an accident don't you?" Elrohir asked his older brother. The elf stopped, standing directly in front of Estel's door. Shoulders' slumped, frame defeated.

A/N: I'm sorry this is the only thing I have to say, first off thank you for all the wonderful reviews, I mean all of them! Second off, I have two points to make. 1) Elrond, so I believe, would speak of his daughter once in awhile, he doesn't do it a lot, but he does do it once in a while. Please I'm sorry but you're going to see her later on in the story, do not correct me about it, because there are reasons to my points. 2) For those you who liked Gilrain, I'm sorry she is not in any of these stories. I specifically state in the Author's note that I believe as Cassia and Sio do, that Gilrain died with Arathorn, and when Aragorn was taken in by Elrond that meant he became a father.ect. There was a point to this, I'm sorry I'm not trying to sound rude, but I did state this already, and I do not want to be corrected.