Sorry about the missed spelling,:glares at disobedient spell checkers:: some things still don't work right. And I have to apologize for this being in present tense, past tense is to difficult for me to write in. ::bows:: I hope you understand.
Disclaimer I do not own any thing of Tolkien's. Thankyou.
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Screams ring off the walls of the house of Elrond. Little Estel cries heavily in Elrohir's arms, having been freed from that hole. Elladan follows sheepishly, wondering what fate they face once they reach their father. A fate that would be known to the dozen elves that follow them so closely. One elf's dishonor was another elf's gleeful time.
Elladan picks up his pace, so that he can open the door for Elrohir. But already alerted by the cries, Elrond opens the door. Catching both twins by surprise. Instantly Elrond's eyes fall on the crying child, in one of the twins arms.
"What happened, did I tell you not to hurt him?" Elrond snaps.
"S... Sorry father, it was Elladan's idea. I was just foolish enough to go along with him." Elrohir mumbles.
"Elladan, before you speak be quiet. Elrohir, get your brother in the room so a may examine him."
"Yes sir." Elrohir pushes in the door.
Once Elrohir is by, Elrond takes the time to cuff Elladan upside the head. Elladan cringes, rubbing the side of his head. The door closes, muffling the sounds Estel.
"Well, it was a good idea at the time!" Elladan calls through the door, then looks at the group of elves.
Elladan pauses at the door for a few seconds more. Then four loud slapping noise came from the room, then Elrohir stumbles out rubbing his rear end. The door slams again, Elrond didn't want any of the twins around right now.
"Bloody hell, that hurt." Elrohir curses. "Yes, it was a good idea at the time Elladan, but don't expect me to follow you ever again."
"Brother dearest sore from a little spanking." Elladan teases.
"Shut up." Elrohir grumbles, moving down the hallway.
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It is sundown when Elrond enters the room in which the twins decided to occupy. Elrohir paces the floor, probably still to sore to sit. Elladan is no where to be seen. Probably hiding in a corner. Gracefully Elrond steps in front of Elrohir, stopping his pacing.
"Where is your brother?" Elrond asks.
"Where you left him." Elrohir responds thoughtlessly.
"No, the other one, your twin."
"Oh," Elrohir nods towards the window. "Contemplating jumping so he don't have to face your wrath... Also feeling very humiliated right now."
Elrond uncharacteristically rolls his eyes. "Great, I got a suicidal son on top of this all."
Elrond walks over to the window cill, in which Elladan was precariously hanging out of. Curiously Elrond peers over the cill. Wondering when his son would register his presence. Seconds seem to fly by, before Elladan glances up at Elrond.
"Thinking about pushing me?" Elladan asks.
"No, I am just pondering how much that fall will hurt if you jump." Elrond pauses. "It's not nearly high enough to kill an elf."
"Really, shoot."
"Estel's going to be fine. He did break his arm, but it'll heal fully with time." Elrond's eyes twinkle with hidden laughter. "To be honest, I was surprised it wasn't worse then that."
"So your not mad?" Elladan asks.
"No, if I got mad every time something like this happened, I would be a sour man."
Elladan laughs, shifting his weight so he can pull himself back in. "Hey father can't you help me in?"
"Sure."
Elladan grabs Elrond's arm, but instead of getting pulled in, Elladan slips on a vine. Unprepared for a sudden fall, Elrond joins his son in a free fall out the window. Four seconds later with a loud thud two elves lay on the ground. Neither of them moved, knocked out from the fall.
Elrohir peers out of the second story window sighing, "Who ever said, elves are born with great grace and agility, have never met them."
In a burst of speed Elrohir runs from the window. Knowing he should make sure his brother and father still lived. Both had taken a nasty fall from the second story window. When he emerges on the out doors, he was relieved to see Elrond beginning to come around, and a groan from his unconscious brother.
"Father that was not becoming of a respected lord like you." Elrohir scolds.
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Disclaimer I do not own any thing of Tolkien's. Thankyou.
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Screams ring off the walls of the house of Elrond. Little Estel cries heavily in Elrohir's arms, having been freed from that hole. Elladan follows sheepishly, wondering what fate they face once they reach their father. A fate that would be known to the dozen elves that follow them so closely. One elf's dishonor was another elf's gleeful time.
Elladan picks up his pace, so that he can open the door for Elrohir. But already alerted by the cries, Elrond opens the door. Catching both twins by surprise. Instantly Elrond's eyes fall on the crying child, in one of the twins arms.
"What happened, did I tell you not to hurt him?" Elrond snaps.
"S... Sorry father, it was Elladan's idea. I was just foolish enough to go along with him." Elrohir mumbles.
"Elladan, before you speak be quiet. Elrohir, get your brother in the room so a may examine him."
"Yes sir." Elrohir pushes in the door.
Once Elrohir is by, Elrond takes the time to cuff Elladan upside the head. Elladan cringes, rubbing the side of his head. The door closes, muffling the sounds Estel.
"Well, it was a good idea at the time!" Elladan calls through the door, then looks at the group of elves.
Elladan pauses at the door for a few seconds more. Then four loud slapping noise came from the room, then Elrohir stumbles out rubbing his rear end. The door slams again, Elrond didn't want any of the twins around right now.
"Bloody hell, that hurt." Elrohir curses. "Yes, it was a good idea at the time Elladan, but don't expect me to follow you ever again."
"Brother dearest sore from a little spanking." Elladan teases.
"Shut up." Elrohir grumbles, moving down the hallway.
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It is sundown when Elrond enters the room in which the twins decided to occupy. Elrohir paces the floor, probably still to sore to sit. Elladan is no where to be seen. Probably hiding in a corner. Gracefully Elrond steps in front of Elrohir, stopping his pacing.
"Where is your brother?" Elrond asks.
"Where you left him." Elrohir responds thoughtlessly.
"No, the other one, your twin."
"Oh," Elrohir nods towards the window. "Contemplating jumping so he don't have to face your wrath... Also feeling very humiliated right now."
Elrond uncharacteristically rolls his eyes. "Great, I got a suicidal son on top of this all."
Elrond walks over to the window cill, in which Elladan was precariously hanging out of. Curiously Elrond peers over the cill. Wondering when his son would register his presence. Seconds seem to fly by, before Elladan glances up at Elrond.
"Thinking about pushing me?" Elladan asks.
"No, I am just pondering how much that fall will hurt if you jump." Elrond pauses. "It's not nearly high enough to kill an elf."
"Really, shoot."
"Estel's going to be fine. He did break his arm, but it'll heal fully with time." Elrond's eyes twinkle with hidden laughter. "To be honest, I was surprised it wasn't worse then that."
"So your not mad?" Elladan asks.
"No, if I got mad every time something like this happened, I would be a sour man."
Elladan laughs, shifting his weight so he can pull himself back in. "Hey father can't you help me in?"
"Sure."
Elladan grabs Elrond's arm, but instead of getting pulled in, Elladan slips on a vine. Unprepared for a sudden fall, Elrond joins his son in a free fall out the window. Four seconds later with a loud thud two elves lay on the ground. Neither of them moved, knocked out from the fall.
Elrohir peers out of the second story window sighing, "Who ever said, elves are born with great grace and agility, have never met them."
In a burst of speed Elrohir runs from the window. Knowing he should make sure his brother and father still lived. Both had taken a nasty fall from the second story window. When he emerges on the out doors, he was relieved to see Elrond beginning to come around, and a groan from his unconscious brother.
"Father that was not becoming of a respected lord like you." Elrohir scolds.
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