This may seem stupid now, but it was just begging to be written, the only
problem is I can't think of a suitable title, so any help would be
appreciated. It involves Legolas/Elrohir slash, but if Elladan is kind of
OOC he is meant to be that way, so deal with it! Elvish is in ' '. Enjoy
and tell me if I should continue.
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Elrohir sighed as he cut a piece of an athelas leaf and stuffed it into the leather pouch at his waist. He could hear his brother talking to Glorfindel, bragging about how good he was at archery.
How he wanted to rip his ears from his head, just so he would never have to hear his brother's annoying voice over again. He breathed in relief, as the voices grew more distant, leaning back against a tree.
It has not always been this way, he mused as he sat listening to all the life around him. It was just that they were beginning to go their separate ways. Elladan was a warrior, and he was a healer, even Glorfindel their tutor said this was true.
'So why does Father keep us together every waking moment of our lives?' he asked a tiny bird that landed on his outstretched finger.
He laughed merrily as the bird cocked its head, as if thinking of an answer.
'Do not trouble yourself with my problems little one," said Elrohir, gently rubbing its head with his forefinger. The bird gave a chirp in response and flew away. Elrohir gazed after it, wishing he could fly away too.
'There you are Elrohir,' cried Glorfindel, walking into the clearing. 'The representatives from Mirkwood have arrived, and your father wishes you to be there.'
A groan was the response but Glorfindel chose to ignore it. He led Elrohir through the forest and into the courtyard. At the far end stood his Father, his foster brother and his sister. Elladan stood there with a smug look on his face. Elrohir had a strong desire to wipe it off, but he restrained himself and took his place next to Elladan.
'Where have you been brother?' asked Elladan coldly, straightening his neat blue tunic.
Elrohir ignored him. It was bad enough that he was late and not dressed properly for an important meeting like this one, but it made it ten times worse when Elladan shoved his mistakes down his throat. This was something he did a lot.
'Welcome King Thranduil,' said Elrond, bowing to the blonde haired king of Mirkwood. Elrond's children followed suit, but upon straightening something caught Elrohir's eye. Or rather someone, a blonde haired blue eyed someone.
A/N: Don't forget to help me come up with a title…please!
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Elrohir sighed as he cut a piece of an athelas leaf and stuffed it into the leather pouch at his waist. He could hear his brother talking to Glorfindel, bragging about how good he was at archery.
How he wanted to rip his ears from his head, just so he would never have to hear his brother's annoying voice over again. He breathed in relief, as the voices grew more distant, leaning back against a tree.
It has not always been this way, he mused as he sat listening to all the life around him. It was just that they were beginning to go their separate ways. Elladan was a warrior, and he was a healer, even Glorfindel their tutor said this was true.
'So why does Father keep us together every waking moment of our lives?' he asked a tiny bird that landed on his outstretched finger.
He laughed merrily as the bird cocked its head, as if thinking of an answer.
'Do not trouble yourself with my problems little one," said Elrohir, gently rubbing its head with his forefinger. The bird gave a chirp in response and flew away. Elrohir gazed after it, wishing he could fly away too.
'There you are Elrohir,' cried Glorfindel, walking into the clearing. 'The representatives from Mirkwood have arrived, and your father wishes you to be there.'
A groan was the response but Glorfindel chose to ignore it. He led Elrohir through the forest and into the courtyard. At the far end stood his Father, his foster brother and his sister. Elladan stood there with a smug look on his face. Elrohir had a strong desire to wipe it off, but he restrained himself and took his place next to Elladan.
'Where have you been brother?' asked Elladan coldly, straightening his neat blue tunic.
Elrohir ignored him. It was bad enough that he was late and not dressed properly for an important meeting like this one, but it made it ten times worse when Elladan shoved his mistakes down his throat. This was something he did a lot.
'Welcome King Thranduil,' said Elrond, bowing to the blonde haired king of Mirkwood. Elrond's children followed suit, but upon straightening something caught Elrohir's eye. Or rather someone, a blonde haired blue eyed someone.
A/N: Don't forget to help me come up with a title…please!