Well this took a while, but exams are finally over. Just a few more weeks until schools' out.

Well I don't own anyone or thing


In the last chapter:

As he walked into the entrance of the cave, the Hobbit-Children could only watch in horror as a blade came out of the darkness, aimed straight at the chest of the son of Elrond.

Chapter VI – Annoying Little Brothers and Friends

By some means, Elladan had managed to bring up his sword in time to just barely block the strike. He stepped back, sword at the ready, looking into the darkness.

The son of Elrond dropped his sword, after seeing roughly who it was that had tried to kill him. The attacker also put his sword away before embracing the Elf, in a brotherly hug.

When they let go, Elladan jumped back as an ax came straight at him. The attacker just laughed.

"You really hate axes, don't you?" The voice was familiar, but was roughly, not clear like the Elves' voices.

"Well I haven't trusted anyone holding an ax since that accident 200 years ago and no, Estel, I'm not telling you."

A laugh and the man-with-too-many-names-its-not-funny also known as Aragorn walked out, looking tired, dirty and alittle injured. Not far behind was Gimli son of Gloin.

"Why not?" Aragorn asked.

"Because I don't feel like it."

"I see you have two children with you," Aragorn grinned. Elladan fake sighed like he was tired and annoyed.

"I do not know how you could travel with them. More than once."

"Don't you like us, Uncle 'Dan?" Eleanor asked. Faramir nodded in agreement with what she was saying. Elladan just laughed, picking up Faramir.

"I was joking around," he said. "Really, Sam and Pippin need to teach their kids how to take a joke."

Aragorn just smiled at his brother-in-law.

"Where's 'Ro?" Aragorn asked, glancing around.

"With Aubree and some Ranger," Elladan said.

"Who's the Ranger?" Aragorn asked.

"His name is Bian," Elladan explained. "He seemed to be from Gondor and knows you. Know anyone by that name?"

Aragorn looked thoughtful.

"There's the Rangers of Ithilien," Gimli said, helpfully. The Steward of Gondor Faramir – Pippin had named his son after him – had led them before and during the ar.

"Good point, Gimli," Aragorn said. "'Bian' means 'Hidden' in Elvish," he mused, "and I know of no one using that name. You say he was a man?"

"Aye," Elladan said, "I know he was a man. Never got a good enough look at his face. I thought he had grey eyes."

"Grey eyes …" the King mused. "How do you know he was a Ranger?"

"He could track quite well and ran fast. Fast as you could run, maybe little slower. And he was partly dressed like one. But had a Gondor accent. Reminds you anyone?"

"Not many men know Elvish," Aragorn said. "But a far few do. And most of them has grey eyes. I'll be able to tell when I hear his voice. So where are Elrohir, Aubree and … Bian?"

Elladan looked at his youngest brother. Aragorn's tone might fool anyone else, but the Elf knew that Aragorn had a very good idea about who Bian really is.

"Gone after Legolas and the Hobbits," Elladan answered, narrowing his eyes at his brother.

"They're doomed," Gimli noted.

"And how is that, Master Dwarf?" Elladan asked, shifting his gaze to the Dwarf.

"Because, dear eldest brother of mine," Aragorn said, grinning. "Legolas and either you or 'Ro with the Hobbits are going to end up with someone getting injured. Now let us go and catch up with them before they make to Moria or get captured, injured, killed …"

"I knew it!" Elladan said.

"Knew what?"

"You were going to Moria."

"Plan M is genus."

As they walked down the path to meet up with the others, Elladan had a question.

"So who came up with the plan to hide out of Moria?"

At that Aragorn grinned.

"You may be surprised and not believe me, but it was Legolas."

"You mean Legolas who hates caves, yet lives in one, who from his own words nearly died from lack of trees, starlight and sunlight in said Mine, came up with a plan to hide out in the Mines of Moria?"

"Yup. That sounds about right."

"You and him are not sane."

"You're insane as well!"

"You're insaner!"

"You're insaner-er!"

"No! You're insane-er-er!"

"Damn Elves and Humans."

"Hey!"

"We heard that!"

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Bian, Aubree and Elrohir walked quicker down the path. Aubree had a feeling she actually knew who Bian was, but it was on the tip of her tongue.

"Do you hear that?" Elrohir asked, in the led.

"Hear what?" Bian asked, listening carefully. Aubree could faintly hear the sounds of swords clanging together. A mortal, not even Aragorn would be able to hear it.

"I hear it too," the she-Elf said.

"Hear what?"

"It could be the members we are tracking running into the Orcs that were following them," Elrohir said. "I would actually not be surprised if Legolas or Estel is there," he added.

"Will somebody tell me what you hear?" Bian asked, his temper rising slowly. "I'm not an Elf incase you forgot! I'm a mortal and can't hear what you with your Elf ears can hear."

"We hear swords clanging together in the distance," Aubree said.

"Then why didn't you tell me in the first place? Would have saves us some time," the Ranger said, walking ahead, taking out a bow and loading it with an arrow, fletched like the ones that Aubree had seen in Gondor, the few times she had seen the warriors doing archery. She had seen the Steward of Gondor, Faramir the youngest son of Denothor practicing his archery against Legolas. Faramir was actually a good archer, just no match to the Elven-Prince.

"We better get going," Elrohir said, taking out his sword. He was better with the sword than duel knifes or bow and arrows. Aubree herself took out her bow and arrow – every Elf in Mirkwood old enough to handle a bow or wield a sword or knifes had to know how to fight with blows, arrows, swords and knifes.

The trio stalked into the woods, following the Elves hearing to the sounds of fighting.

tbc …


Well that is over. This is nearly done now. My fic is almost all grown up. I'm so happy.

I put Aragorn as Elladan's brother, because of his youth in Rivendell. Next chapter will have Legolas. This is so hard to write without that Elven-Princeling.

Well I got to go now, needing to write the next chapter. I'll be back!

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