First of all, let me thank all of the reviewers and readers who have read our little piece of Elrond torture. And now let me apologize. School caught up with both of us. High school for one and college for me. Yeah, eight page papers every other week will do that to you. So that would be the reason for the almost four month long hiatus. But don't worry we are back!


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Without Further Ado,


Chapter Three: Which One's Which?!



The gardens of Imladris were undisturbed in this peaceful night. The inhabitants of this peaceful valley had been in a serene dream. All of the inhabitants except for one that is.

A pair of green eyes darted around his darkened room. Looking and searching for the other pair of green eyes that were usually there to comfort him. His eyes widened in fright knowing that he could not locate the other pair of eyes. His eyes watered as a thought crossed his mind - Did the other green eyed one disappear into the dark? Lips quivered as another disturbing thought crossed his mind - Will I be next?


~~~~~~~~~~~ A sobbing cry filled the night air of Imladris~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Another pair of green eyes snapped awake due to the screeching, wondering what could have befallen his kindred. Whatever had happened to the other green eyed one may happen to him next. This set of green eyes began to water as well. Soon a second wail erupted from Imladris that night - from the same room.

A candlelight flickered alive in the halls of Elrond and two distinct voices were heard.

"Get up Erestor," the one holding the candle said as he poked the dark haired advisor.

"No," came the muffled reply.

"You know you have to," the blonde one said.

"They're not even my kids," the cranky Erestor groaned as he threw the blankets back on.

"Well, they're not mine either."
"Exactly why we should go back to sleep."

"Elrond and Celebrian don't know what they're doing. We may as well do it ourselves," Glorfindel tried to reason.

"No we shouldn't," the blankets replied.

"You're awake so you may as well get up."

"What is that horrid sound, Glorfindel?"

"That would be the twins - now get up."

There was no reply from the blankets. An odd growling was being admitted though. Something akin to a cow attempting to growl. Glorfindel stared at the lump he assumed was Erestor.

"Are you okay?" Glorfindel asked the growling one.

The lump started to move and after minutes of struggling, the dark haired advisor freed himself. After straightening his pajamas and walking out with dignity and grace - as only Erestor could in pajamas - he called back to Glorfindel, "Hurry up and move!" Soon the two were on their way to the twins' bedroom.

Just down the hallway, another set of voices could be heard.

"Elrond, the twins are crying."

"Mm-hmm, that's good."

Celebrian smacked Elrond upside the head and said, "Go take care of them. Erestor and Glorfindel are probably on their way."

Elrond turned on his side, "They take better care of them than we do."

Celebrian, by now, was getting a tad upset. It was true. The two advisors were more parental than she and her husband. "Elrond, just go!"

By now, Elrond was wide awake. "If anyone should be taking care of the children its you - it is the woman's role aft...."Elrond trailed off as he realized just who he was talking to. "Dear, sweet, beloved Celeb-"

"What did you just say?!" Celebrian's left eye began to twitch - not a good thing for Elrond. The last time he saw an eye twitch was when he told Celeborn that his daughter was pregnant. Needless to say that Glorfindel had to restrain a fuming Celeborn from an unconscious Elrond - definitely not a good sign.

"Please don't hurt me," Elrond managed to squeak.


Meanwhile, just down the hall, Erestor and Glorfindel had finally managed to subdue the twins. Glorfindel was able to lull the little ones back into slumber as he sang a song he remembered from his childhood. It was bittersweet for Glorfindel, as the song told the tale of the great eagles that would often visit Gondolin.

"You know, Erestor, I never realized how much I miss Gondolin," Glorfindel whispered. Trying to strike up a conversation with the other advisor.

"We all miss something, Glorfindel," replied Erestor softly. He knew how sensitive this topic was with Glorfindel. The dark haired advisor stood slowly, with both twins, and carefully laid them in the same crib. "C'mon, let's go get something to eat, Glor,"Erestor said as he stood in the middle of the room.

Glorfindel took one last look towards the crib and smiled. They were just too cute! He nodded and went to join Erestor for a midnight snack.


Morning came to Imladris. What a fine morning it was too! The birds were chirping merrily. The horses were rolling in the fields. The Lord and Lady of Imladris were enjoying morning tea with their sons.

"Elrond, could you pass me the honey?" Celebrian asked her husband sweetly.

Elrond handed her the honey and regarded her with suspicion. Not because his wife was being nice but rather she was acting abnormally sweet.

"Celebrian, love, is there anything you would like to discuss?" Elrond asked his wife. "Anything at all?"

"Not right now, sweetie," she replied with a smile, "Could you hand me Elladan?"

Elrond turned to pick up Elladan but then stopped. The twins were dressed identically. Two sets of green eyes regarded Elrond with curiosity. Elrond blinked back at them - he couldn't tell them apart!

"Elrond, stop making faces and please hand me Elladan," Celebrian again asked her husband.

He leaned closer to the twins, "Elladan," he whispered almost frantically. The twins just stared. "Elladan," Elrond whispered again. This time one of the infants giggled. Elrond heaved a sigh of relief and went to lift the giggling one when the other giggled as well. Elrond's eyes widened - which one was which?!

"Elrond Peredhel, don't you dare tell me that you don't know which one is which?!" Celebrian practically screeched.

The hair on Elrond's neck went rigid. The last time he heard this tone of voice was when he inadvertently insulted Glorfindel. That was not a particular event he wished to relive.

"N-N-No, my dear...." Elrond began but was stopped when Celebrian placed her finger on his lips.

"Elrond, I'll be waiting in the gardens for Elladan. If you don't bring me the right son, my father will hear of this." With that said, Celebrian left in a flurry of silver.

Elrond stared at his sons. He couldn't tell them apart. There were only two people in Imladris who could help him - one of which, Elrond knew, would sooner be shot with an arrow by Thranduil.


Erestor glared at the elf who sat across from him. Drumming his fingers on his desk, Erestor narrowed his eyes. This simple act made him seem wraith-like as he had heavy, dark circles under his eyes. Evidence of last night's lack of sleep.

"Let me get this straight," Erestor began, "I practically raised your children for the first three weeks of their life, and now you need more from me?!" Erestor's voice had risen to near screeching level at the end of his speech.

Elrond visibly winced. He knew exactly what he was asking of Erestor. He also knew that both of his advisors were being overworked. Elrond felt guilty and pathetic - after all, he couldn't even tel his sons apart, "Erestor, it would help me greatly if you would lend your aid to me."

Erestor raised his left eyebrow, inspecting the elf before him. This was Elrond, Lord of Imladris, sitting across from him, "As much as I would love to help you," Erestor's sarcasm was in full force, "I have paper work to do. Besides, I think Lindir would be more than happy to help you."

"Erestor, you know as well as I do, that all Lindir would do is sing whilst I try to identify my sons!"

"I'm sorry but .... what are you doing?" Erestor questioned as Elrond got out of his chair and went to the ground, on both knees, in front of Erestor.

"I am begging, Erestor. Begging!" Elrond was near hysterics. He had to identify his sons or else he would be forced to answer to Celeborn, his own personal Hell.


Glorfindel yawned for what seemed the fiftieth time in the past twenty minutes. He sat perched in a tree in one of Imladris' lush pastures. He had retreated to his perch after returning from a patrol with a group of young elves.

The patrol had started out reasonably well. Glorfindel had been nodding off when one of the newer patrol members shot an arrow at him. Apparently the newbie had mistaken Glorfindel's snoring for an orc. Needless to say, everything went to hell after that.

The golden haired elf was about to take a nap when he spotted an elf walking towards his tree. Silently, Glorfindel prayed that the elf was just looking for his horse. However, he knew that prayer would not be answered when he recognized the elf. He sighed and jumped off his perch and walked a short distance to join Erestor.

"Obviously you're looking for me. So what is it you want, Erestor," Glorfindel asked. He was too tired to deal with Erestor's sarcasm and moodiness.

"Elrond needs our help. He's in the twins' room so let's just get this over with," Erestor replied with a yawn. He quickly tried to conceal it but Glorfindel had seen it.

"Someone tired?"

"Shut up."


Elrond paced around the crib. The twins watched this elf with curiosity. He had been doing this for the past forty-five minutes. Elladan giggled while Elrohir just followed the grown elf's movements with his eyes.

All activity in the room ceased as the two exhausted advisors walked in. While Erestor looked absolutely murderous, Glorfindel looked positively haggard. After this, Elrond though, I am going to give them a much needed holiday.

"All right, m'Lord, just find Elladan and we will tell you if you are correct," Glorfindel said. Erestor nodded.

Elrond stared at his giggling infant sons. He studied them intently. He was determined to do this.

Glorfindel cocked his head to the side as he heard Elrond mutter, "Okay, which one's which?" Glorfindel could only shake his head.

The two advisors watched their lord butcher the names of the twins.

"I believe that one is Elladan and the other to be Elladan," Erestor said. Obviously the dark haired advisor had enough.

"It's the other way around, Erestor," Glorfindel replied with another yawn. The two advisors glanced and blinked at each other. It was going to be a long afternoon.

Elrond could not believe this. His advisors were too tired to accurately identify the twins. Elrond, Lord of Imladris, stared into space as Elladan and Elrohir started to giggle again - Almost as if they took pleasure in seeing Elrond suffer.



Well, that's the end of Chapter Three. As always we leave you with a sneak peak of the next chapter.


Chapter Four Snippet


Elrond smiled happily and deviously at his handiwork. As long as he wrote the names of the twins on their feet, there was no way he'd screw up again. It was perfect!

Beside Elrond, Glorfindel shook his head. He could have sworn that he heard Elrond snicker. No good can come of this, he thought.

"Elrond, what happens if Celebrian finds out?"

Elrond snapped out of his reverie and glared at Glorfindel. This glare would have had halted an entire orc army.

He turned toward Glorfindel, "And why would Celebrian find out dear, trusted friend?"

Glorfindel had a feeling that if Elrond was going down, he was going with him.



Well that's the snippet of the still unnamed Chapter Four. What is Glorfindel going to do - Elrond's getting desperate. Better yet, what is Celebrian going to do?



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