The Twins of Mirkwood

Original Author: Etidorpha

Re written author: me :)

Warnings: Spoilers, AU, crossover with LoTR

Disclaimer: Hell no.

Beta: Etidorpha

This story is adopted, and updates may be slow, I am hashing ideas with the original author who has said she would beta for me. Thanks Etidorpha!

(Previously)

"I fear you are mistaking me, Lord Théoden, for although I am no stranger to Edoras I have not had the time to visit your halls. The one you speak of is Elian, my brother, who has passed into the Valar's keeping. He died saving us from a Balrog," Legolas said, his pain and sadness coloring his voice. Théoden's face fell, taken by a look of sorrow.

"I am sorry to hear this; I did not know Elian as well as I wish I had, but he was a friend nonetheless and will be sorely missed by all." Théoden said and Legolas gave him a small smile, glad that even though Elian was gone, he would be missed and remembered.

Chapter 25

Legolas was beyond angry, he was furious. First he lost his twin, his most beloved brother and now his best friend and last heir of Gondor has fallen on the way to Helms Deep; this place would be their tomb and he shuddered at the thought. He clenched his hands tightly as the doors were thrown open and suddenly his breath caught in disbelief. Soaked head to toe was Aragon, a cut on his arms and his hair dangled in his face. Legolas shouldered aside several of the townspeople without concern as he moved swiftly to Aragorn's side, drinking in his exhausted but whole person almost desperately before clasping him in a tight, brief hug. He hadn't lost him. At least, not yet. A tired look was in Aragorn's eyes as he was led to king Théoden.

When he found out they would have mere children fighting he could not help but voice his fears, his anguish plain in his voice. Anger sprang to Aragon's eyes. "Then I will die as one of them!" He proclaimed before storming off and Legolas would have followed if not for Gimli.

"Let him go lad." The red headed dwarf said and Legolas felt a pang of regret. Never should he have voiced his own fears, nor should he of spoken of their impending doom. These people… they were not Elian, but yet he knew only too well what battle did to the young mind and spirit. He sighed and did not head towards his oldest friend until later that day.

Elves! Elves! Elves!

Haldir led the combined forces of Lothlorian and Rivendell; he led the march and behind him stood those elves ready to fight and die to stop the spread of both Sarumon and Sauron. His Elvin bow was strapped to his back, strung and ready to be used for he needed to avenge the loss of Elian. He felt anger quiver in his gut at the thought of the death of the small elf.

Elian had never done anything to anyone; he had been a light that sprung hope for all to see, and now he was gone and Haldir blamed the dark forces for it. If not for them the baby would be home and cared for, not causing the Valar any amount of trouble with his pranks. A slow smile found its way to his lips as he recalled some of the more vivid pranks the young elf had favored.

"What are you thinking of melonin?" A soft voice asked from beside him. He turned to see a light skinned elf with blond hair. She was a fair and sweet elf maiden, one he had been courting for nearly a year and hoped to marry.

"Elian and his pranks; I was just recalling the time he turned Gandalf's beard blue, green, and pink and called him 'Gandalf the Rainbow Istari of Adar'."

"Hmm, I seem to recall that one. I do believe he once told me he learned it from a half-mad old woman." The she-elf said with a fond smile as tears glistened in her brown eyes. While she had not known Elian more than in passing, he was still a sweet child and an elf besides, one that she dearly missed.

The rest of the trip was made in silence, both elves lost in their own memories. When they pulled to Helms Deep they were greeted warmly by Aragon, who was ecstatic to see them.

When night had fallen completely Haldir could see the enemy moving like a shadow on the ground. His people stood at the ready for the Battle of Helms Deep was about to commence. He barely withheld a shudder as he looked at the enemy army; there were tens of thousands of them. A part of him knew they would die there, and another prayed to the Valar for courage to face the masses.

The battle started due to a fluke, an old man accidentally loosened an arrow, and it was bloody. Haldir honestly had no idea how long it took for the masses of Orcs and Uruk-Hai to get on-top of the wall, but his only focus was on those on the wall than those on the ground. Rain began to pour onto the battle field and Haldir felt it seep into his very bones. Distantly he could hear Legolas and the dwarf counting their kills, and a slow smile spread on his lips.

Chapter 26

Aragon watched almost as if in slow motion as the axe started to descend toward Haldir's unprotected back; he moved as fast as he could to save the elf, but even as he ran he knew it was a hopeless endeavor. He sighed in relief as Legolas pulled up a sword just in time to block the blow, the swiftly dispatched the Orc who had wielded the weapon. A smile curved the elf's mouth as he looked at Haldir.

"I thought you off counting your kills with Gimli, Legolas," Aragon said as he reached their side and the elf smiled widely.

"Of course, I just came over here because there is more to kill." Legolas said with a shrug as he brought his sword up.

"Did you perchance loose you bow melonin?" Aragon asked with a smile. He knew the elf preferred a bow.

"Indeed, I lost it some time ago and I fear I took the sword from one of the fallen in my haste." Legolas said as he slashed with the sword, killing another. Aragon smiled as they departed. When next Aragon saw Legolas he had a bow in hand, but the Ranger thought nothing of it.

"You are evil, cousin, pretending to be your brother and confusing the poor man. I thought elves were supposed to be good and light," Draco said with a mocking tsk as he slashed out with his magic, ripping an approaching Uruk-Hai to shreds.

"It is his own fault, this is twice he has mistaken me for my brother. I simply go along with it." Elian said with a smirk, and then sobered briefly. "Besides, he does not need the distraction if he is to survive this." Haldir looked at them in shock, only coming out of his whirlwind of thoughts when Cissy shot one of the enemies coming up from behind the elf with a killing curse.

"You'll catch flies, dear." Cissy said with a sweet smile, her amusement in her eyes.

"You're alive." Haldir said as he shot off arrow after arrow.

"I would hope so." Elian said with a smirk on his lips.

"Where have you been?" Haldir demanded with a half hearted glare at the younger man.

"In Earthilia, doing what the Valar demanded." Elian said with a bright smile and Haldir felt hope rise in his heart.

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