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Author notes: English is not my mother language, sorry for the mistakes. Finally exams are OVER!!! Free… at last… thanks the Spirits of Elements. I know this is kind of short, but since I'm on vacations now, I will be able to update more frequently (this goes for my other stories as well)

Cestari: Thanks!

Alida Fruit: Glad you are liking this. Keep reading and you would have some few surprises :grins  evilly:

PokethePenguin: They better not, but they might. And the illusions… :laughs maniacally, then takes a deep breath: wait and see.

Ember: I wish you luck to yours too. I prayed to the Spirits so they enlighten you, I hope it went well. As for me, everything went excellent if not for a teacher who is determine to make my life miserable, so he might make me fail his subject. Son of orc!

Astronema: Glad you are liking this. Deception is one of my favorite topics as well, it gives so many ideas for elven angst  :grins sickly at the elves:

Rhonda: All of them, yes. And to think they were like brothers :grins mysteriously:

The Evil Witch Queen: Haha! You must keep reading, answers will come. I just can tell you that for those princes' well-being, they must realize it is.

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Chapter IV

            Tears flew without stopping from the beautiful eyes of the prince of Mirkwood. He felt tired and he didn't know why. There was not way he could change his grandfather's mind, but what Oropher was asking from  him was impossible, he couldn't do harm to those he loved like brothers.  But on the other hand, he had always had a sweet fascination for his grandfather, he had felt an inexplicable connection with the dead elf that he had never understood but always had treasure. Now a miracle had happened and all he could do was spoil everything.

"Grandfather..."

"Look at you my child" Oropher said putting his hand on Legolas' lips to stop him "They had confused you, they had played with your mind. Don't worry my child, I will take care of everything "

"No! Please..."

"Hush... everything is going to be alright" and he started walking, Legolas followed him.

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            Celebrían guided two identical elves through the forest. The twins were confused and didn't know what to think, weakness was taking control and they didn't understood why. They had just been there half a day maximum, so there was not reason.

            Sound of voices made them stop and what they saw made them feel more confused, for in front of them was their foster brother with Arathorn. The same Arathorn they had seen die for an orc's arrow. The look in Estel's eyes didn't ease their uneasiness.

*****

            Arathorn and Aragorn walked together in silence. The young human couldn't believe what his father, his real father, had told him. He remembered every moment spend with the twins since he was little. The patience they had have with him and his child's curiosity, the merry pranks they all had played to everyone, the tender moments they had shared when one of the three was grieving. And Elrond, his foster father, an elf lord that accepted a human child and made him his son, loved him as he loved his blood sons. And then a disturbing thought occurred to him: if Arathorn hadn't died that day and if he hadn't been adopted by an elf, he probably wouldn't had met his dearest friend Legolas...

            Those thoughts only confused him more. And with the confusion come the rage.

"Father I wanted to ask you..."

"What is it my son?"

"To you every elf is... treacherous?"

"Well, I don't know the Mirkwood elves, I had never meet one"

            Estel was going to say something when he noticed three figures walking directly to them and he tensed when he recognized his brothers with a beautiful elf. He couldn't help but looked at them with rage, hurt and confusion. They returned the glance.

*****

            Legolas and Oropher looked at the sight they had in front of them. Two humans and three elves were looking at each other confused and angry. No, better said one human and two elves, for what seemed Celebrían and the other human were not taking part but... smiling? Shocking his head he turned to see Oropher who raised and eyebrow.

"It was said that the Dúnadan and the people of Elrond were friends, then why the animosity?" wondered Oropher as they approached.

            Hearing more voices, the small group turned to see the newcomers, again the twins confusion augmented when they saw an elf who was supposed to be dead.

"What is happening here?" Elrohir whispered to his twin, but Elladan lost of words just shocked his head.

"You! You abandoned me to dead!" Celebrían shouted suddenly pointing an accusing finger to Legolas.

"What are you talking about, my lady?" asked the prince not knowing what was going on. Estel looked at him with piercing eyes.

"Stop pretending! Tell my sons! Tell my sons everything, how you didn't help when the orcs attacked me on my way to Lothlorién, how you guided them to me so you could not have to fight"

"Legolas what is she talking about?" Estel asked unable to stop looking at Celebrían, he had always wonder how the mother of the twins looked like and acted, he hadn't expect that, for the stories of the twins were very different... he shocked his head as if to put away the bad thoughts.

"I don't know" Legolas turned to Celebrían "My Lady, you must be confused"

"Are you saying I am crazy? Look my children, look how he acts towards me"

"Legolas, Are you sure you don't have anything to say to us?" Elladan asked

"How you dare to believe that he has something to do with the attack! That is a typical Noldor behavior" Oropher interfered

"My Lord" Elrohir addressed him "Please hold your tongue"

"No" Legolas said before Oropher could reply "No Elladan, Elrohir I don't have anything to tell you, for I don't know what Lady Celebrían is talking about" the twins nodded accepting the prince's answer.

"You trust him!" their mother shouted  "You trust a Sindarin elf more than your own mother!"

"If the mother is like the sons I don't find that odd at all" Arathorn interfered "You two are as traitorous as the orcs!"

"Arathorn what are you talking about?" was the twins' time to wonder. And another discussion started. Thing were getting out of hand, with each second they were more aggressive and it was question of time for them to start hurting others with words... or with steel.

TBC...

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