A/N: This is for Sky Magic.
WARNINGS: It's been a while since I've read Appendix A. Any misinformation is my own fault for being too lazy to read it again.
TIMEFRAME: Hmm.let's see. I would say about 100 years after Somewhere Between takes place, and 1-2 years before Aragorn is born. Glorfindel and Elrohir already have a relationship by this point.
********** Meetings **********
Elladan looks so happy that I can hardly stand to look at him. His eyes are brighter now that the sun is setting behind us as we sit on the walls of the eastern gates. He's watching the horizon and the path to the gates simultaneously. The sun sinks lower, and he frowns at the long shadows it creates.
"He is late," Elladan says suddenly, worry evident in his voice.
"It is a long way," I reason. "He will be here by morning, and if not then I will ride out with you and meet him on the road. Arathorn is with him, and they are both hale warriors. There is no need to worry."
Elladan accepts this and leans back so he is lying on the warm stones. I cannot blame him for his concern. It has been over a year since he and Legolas parted at these same gates. My hand goes automatically to the crest lying against my breast. I pull it out to study how it reflects the rosy light of the sunset.
"Will you spend the summer in Imladris?" I ask my brother, to keep his mind here instead of on the dangers of the road.
"I know not," he answers. "I thought I might take Legolas to see Lothlorien, but it is a long journey. There will be some good orc hunts if we stay. No doubt Arathorn will wish to ride with us also."
I miss Arathorn, as it has been many years since he has been within the borders of Imladris. It will be good to see him again, after his time of adventuring in the wilds and his stay with Legolas in Mirkwood.
The sound of distant hoof beats pull us both into the present, and Elladan shields his eyes. "It is Glorfindel and the evening patrol!" he announces, though I can see just as far as he can. "Legolas and Arathorn are with them."
We both leap down from the high wall and throw the gates open. The moments pass until finally, we see the horses picking their ways on the mountain paths. Elladan is grinning widely as Legolas breaks away from the group, urging his horse faster. He slides down, tossing the reins to me, and grabs Elladan's hand to drag him behind the wall and out of sight. I can't hide my smirk as Glorfindel comes through the gate to see me holding the white horse alone. His eyebrows rise, but he says nothing.
"I found some old friends whilst I was on patrol," Glorfindel explains as the rest of the guard files past us, on the way to the stables. One of them takes the reins from me, leading the horse away as there is still no sign of Legolas or my brother.
I look up at the group and notice for the first time that Arathorn is riding with a maiden on her own palfrey next to him. "Arathorn! Mae govannen!"
Arathorn dismounts and I grasp his arm in the familiar greeting of warriors. "Where is Elladan?" he asks as he assists the lady down. She is truly beautiful, with the obvious heritage of a queen but still with the quiet smile and disposition of a maid.
"I know not," I answer, though I can hear leaves rustling behind the wall.
"Ah well," he says. "May I introduce to you Elrohir, one of the twin sons of Lord Elrond," he says to the lady, indicating me. "Elrohir, this is Gilraen the Fair, daughter of Dirhael. She is my wife."
I wonder if my shock shows, for I see that Gilraen, though indeed fair, is young in the terms of Man. Still, my smile is genuine. "Welcome, Gilraen," I say, kissing her small white hand. "Had we known, I am sure that my father would have arranged a far better welcome than merely the lesser half of his twins."
Glorfindel's clear laughter rings out. "Lesser half indeed!" he says, which makes Gilraen and Arathorn laugh also. "Elladan, Legolas! Come out of the bushes!"
Two Elvish heads peep out from behind the wall, regarding the stern Elf Lord with hurt expressions. Gilraen gasps and her eyes flit between me and Elladan in wonder. I suppose she has had little experience with Elves, and it is quite a shock for her to see two identical brothers such as us.
Elladan bows formally. "I am Elladan," he introduces himself. "Son of Elrond and brother to Elrohir." Arathorn rolls his eyes, though Gilraen seems thoroughly charmed. "Come," he continues. "Legolas and I will escort you to my father's chamber, and let Lord Glorfindel and Elrohir have their turn in the bushes."
I can feel my own ears burn, though Glorfindel does not show any loss of composure at Elladan's crude remark. Elladan leads the newlyweds off along with Legolas, leaving us alone in the courtyard. I feel Glorfindel's strong arms wrap around me.
"Shall we?" he asks in my ear.
"Shall we what?" I ask, turning to face him.
Glorfindel smiles and sweeps an arm towards the bushes. "Elladan did offer," he says.
I am about to take him up on the offer when my eyes catch exactly which bushes Elladan and Legolas had been hiding in.
"Glorfindel!" I gasp, half in dread and half in laughter. "That's poison ivy!"
Glorfindel's grin is positively sly. "I know."
WARNINGS: It's been a while since I've read Appendix A. Any misinformation is my own fault for being too lazy to read it again.
TIMEFRAME: Hmm.let's see. I would say about 100 years after Somewhere Between takes place, and 1-2 years before Aragorn is born. Glorfindel and Elrohir already have a relationship by this point.
********** Meetings **********
Elladan looks so happy that I can hardly stand to look at him. His eyes are brighter now that the sun is setting behind us as we sit on the walls of the eastern gates. He's watching the horizon and the path to the gates simultaneously. The sun sinks lower, and he frowns at the long shadows it creates.
"He is late," Elladan says suddenly, worry evident in his voice.
"It is a long way," I reason. "He will be here by morning, and if not then I will ride out with you and meet him on the road. Arathorn is with him, and they are both hale warriors. There is no need to worry."
Elladan accepts this and leans back so he is lying on the warm stones. I cannot blame him for his concern. It has been over a year since he and Legolas parted at these same gates. My hand goes automatically to the crest lying against my breast. I pull it out to study how it reflects the rosy light of the sunset.
"Will you spend the summer in Imladris?" I ask my brother, to keep his mind here instead of on the dangers of the road.
"I know not," he answers. "I thought I might take Legolas to see Lothlorien, but it is a long journey. There will be some good orc hunts if we stay. No doubt Arathorn will wish to ride with us also."
I miss Arathorn, as it has been many years since he has been within the borders of Imladris. It will be good to see him again, after his time of adventuring in the wilds and his stay with Legolas in Mirkwood.
The sound of distant hoof beats pull us both into the present, and Elladan shields his eyes. "It is Glorfindel and the evening patrol!" he announces, though I can see just as far as he can. "Legolas and Arathorn are with them."
We both leap down from the high wall and throw the gates open. The moments pass until finally, we see the horses picking their ways on the mountain paths. Elladan is grinning widely as Legolas breaks away from the group, urging his horse faster. He slides down, tossing the reins to me, and grabs Elladan's hand to drag him behind the wall and out of sight. I can't hide my smirk as Glorfindel comes through the gate to see me holding the white horse alone. His eyebrows rise, but he says nothing.
"I found some old friends whilst I was on patrol," Glorfindel explains as the rest of the guard files past us, on the way to the stables. One of them takes the reins from me, leading the horse away as there is still no sign of Legolas or my brother.
I look up at the group and notice for the first time that Arathorn is riding with a maiden on her own palfrey next to him. "Arathorn! Mae govannen!"
Arathorn dismounts and I grasp his arm in the familiar greeting of warriors. "Where is Elladan?" he asks as he assists the lady down. She is truly beautiful, with the obvious heritage of a queen but still with the quiet smile and disposition of a maid.
"I know not," I answer, though I can hear leaves rustling behind the wall.
"Ah well," he says. "May I introduce to you Elrohir, one of the twin sons of Lord Elrond," he says to the lady, indicating me. "Elrohir, this is Gilraen the Fair, daughter of Dirhael. She is my wife."
I wonder if my shock shows, for I see that Gilraen, though indeed fair, is young in the terms of Man. Still, my smile is genuine. "Welcome, Gilraen," I say, kissing her small white hand. "Had we known, I am sure that my father would have arranged a far better welcome than merely the lesser half of his twins."
Glorfindel's clear laughter rings out. "Lesser half indeed!" he says, which makes Gilraen and Arathorn laugh also. "Elladan, Legolas! Come out of the bushes!"
Two Elvish heads peep out from behind the wall, regarding the stern Elf Lord with hurt expressions. Gilraen gasps and her eyes flit between me and Elladan in wonder. I suppose she has had little experience with Elves, and it is quite a shock for her to see two identical brothers such as us.
Elladan bows formally. "I am Elladan," he introduces himself. "Son of Elrond and brother to Elrohir." Arathorn rolls his eyes, though Gilraen seems thoroughly charmed. "Come," he continues. "Legolas and I will escort you to my father's chamber, and let Lord Glorfindel and Elrohir have their turn in the bushes."
I can feel my own ears burn, though Glorfindel does not show any loss of composure at Elladan's crude remark. Elladan leads the newlyweds off along with Legolas, leaving us alone in the courtyard. I feel Glorfindel's strong arms wrap around me.
"Shall we?" he asks in my ear.
"Shall we what?" I ask, turning to face him.
Glorfindel smiles and sweeps an arm towards the bushes. "Elladan did offer," he says.
I am about to take him up on the offer when my eyes catch exactly which bushes Elladan and Legolas had been hiding in.
"Glorfindel!" I gasp, half in dread and half in laughter. "That's poison ivy!"
Glorfindel's grin is positively sly. "I know."