A/N: Here's another chapter. This takes place back in the battle field. I didn't plan this one either so sorry 'bout that. This chapter came up when I writing the chapter you'll see next, but I also need to change someone's thought pattern. It has to go from Glorfindel's mind to Legolas, b/c well Glorfindel wasn't there for the next few parts. While I was at it I decided to visit the twins and Elrond again. Before I knew it a new chapter had formed. (I didn't mean to have many of those.)

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Chapter 6: Twin Confessions

Present

That was as far as Glrofindel's memories took him. He had no knowledge of the rest, and so didn't know anything had happened until now. Night had now fallen as elven troops kept watch in the surrounding woods. They had moved Aragorn to a tent that had been set up earlier. His condition had been slowly deteriorating. Elrond had already started to fade and the twins never left their brother's side. Glorfindel could hear them trying to talk the adan into coming back to them. They had done everything they could, even things they didn't normally do. Now they were becoming desperate as the reality of the situation took hold.

Elrohir broke into sobs and buried his face near his brother's head. Elladan rubbed his back soothingly while trying to force himself not to breakdown. He had done that once already, but he couldn't fight the tears for long. The memories of pain and anger from past and present incadents, of times when he couldn't be there for the young human, when he had almost died trying to defend one or both of them, chidish praks and teases that had gone horribly wrong; then there were the thoughts of happier times when Aragorn had been a boy, known only as Estel. Perfectly conntent at staying with his older brothers, Elladan could still see those innocent carefree eyes'; all this and more flooded his thoughts. Tears were soon streaming down his face, much like his fathers had not to long ago. How could he have been so cruel to him? Why did he say those things? He never meant for them to actually happen!

His mind kept replaying those fateful words like a broken record,

"How could you do this to us!!? ….. Forget it don't try and explain. … All I have to say to you is that if I ever catch you near my sister again. Mark my words ADAN I Will Kill You!"

Those last five words were all he could hear. It was then he heard the sound of his own voice, he had been cruel. He didn't even recognize it as his own.

Elrohir placed his head on Elladans lap and cried into his brother's tunic and leggings. His little brother was going to die. How could this happen? Things had been going so well before now. He remembered that he ignored his brother. He had been witness to Elladans threat and fathers fury. But he had done nothing to prevent anything. He had just stood by as it all unfolded around him. He couldn't help but think that what if he had done something during those hard times, anything to ease his younger brother's aches or calm his fathers and brothers temper. He had failed as a protector, broken the promise he made when Aragorn was younger, but worst of all he had failed as a brother.

Elrond listened from the outside of the tent, not wanting to go inside, for fear of what he would find. He had left to search for herbs to help heal his son's wounds. A last thread of hope for him, but that wasn't his main reason for going out. He needed to get away for a short while, to collect his thoughts and be alone with himself. To think on all he had done. After all he had been the one to exile him from the Lorien and Rivendell.

It's funny I didn't think to ban him from Mirkwood, when they could have easily met there. It was a morbid thought, he knew it, but it had just crept up.

As he listened outside the tent he heard one of his sons talking.

"Please, don't die Little brother. I didn't mean what I said. I was angry and upset at the thought of Arwen not being allowed to sail. It wasn't until later I had accepted the fact I was wrong." sobs choked Elladan's voice, but he continued through them, "I'm s…sorry, P… Please don't leave. (sob) We need you."

Elladan could no longer continue as he finally broke down. The reality of the situation had busted the dam that had held most of his emotions and tears back to a more manageable level.

Elrohir picked up where his twin left off. "He is right." Elrohir pulled his uncontrollably sobbing sibling tight against his chest, allowing him to cry on his shoulder. Elrohir felt the tears soak through his shirt. "We didn't mean for this to happen, none of it." Elrohir voice became quieter then it already was, "please don't die. Don't leave us here. We can't possible go on without you. What about ada, and Legolas. What about Arwen. (sob) This is not for the sake of your destiny Estel, but for the sake of your family. (sob) Please Please …. c…come baaack." and with that Elrohir broke down as well and cried into Elladan's hair as he was still holding the crying older twin in his arms.

Elrond couldn't help but cry himself. His sons were blaming themselves for what he had done. The anguish they were feeling was as much his fault as it was for Estel dying in there. The mighty elf lord slid down to the ground and sobbed into his hand while the other let go of the plants he had gathered while out rooming the woods.

Legolas had been talking with Glorfindel. He needed to talk to someone about what had happened, someone who wanted to listen. He sought out the older Gondolin elf for his comfort. He needed to relieve some of the anger and stress from what had happened before he took it out on those who were already feeling the fierce bite of guilt, remorse and regret.

Glorfindel had told the elf all he knew to the point where the twins and Aragorn had left.

Legolas picked up the tale where he had left off continuing the story out of the family's earshot. They didn't need to hear it again, when they had lived it and were feeling immense guilt.

A/N: Well that was interesting. Like I said this was (like most of my ideas) randomly done, but please review me anyway. This story will get back to the real story next chapter. Promise. It's done I just have a few finishing touches on it. Well Review me Pleeeeeee(breaths)eeeeeaaaassseeee. Now just push the little review button at the bottom, come on U know U want to. Even U lurkers I know want to review me. Come on Please.