First Time Around
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"I'm going to kill you!!" Elrohir chased his brother out the door and through the halls of the Last Homely House.
In his stud Elrond shook his head as the noise of screaming boys and running feet passed by the door, "Boys will be boys." Elrond grinned and tried to concentrate on reading over past negotiation agreements with Glorfindel.
A few seconds later a crash was heard from somewhere in the house and then the sound of a woman yelling followed by the extremely loud voices of two identical terrors.
"Vebor," Elrond called to his personal servant, "please go drown my sons or something for the next two hours, I hear one more noise out of them and I will hang them by their pinkies!" Elrond commanded, his patience long past gone.
"Yes, sir, right away." Vebor gladly left the room, Elrond wasn't the only one who was tired of hearing the two terrors.
Vebor raced toward where the crash was first, the head cook was standing over two female servants as they picked up the remainders of a once glorious vase.
"I am going to kill those two!" The head cook seethed with anger and glared at Vebor who just entered the room.
"Where are they?" Vebor asked.
The cook just shook her head and waved her hand. Vebor turned to hear Elrohir, or Elladan, whichever one, screaming at the other.
Vebor ran towards the yelling to find Elrohir stuck in between two, now broken, railing banisters.
"Elladan! Get back here! This hurts! I know where you sleep at night!" Elrohir pushed at the banister that was trapping him against the other as Vebor came bounding towards him, uh-oh!
"What do you think you are doing?!" Vebor hissed and pulled Elrohir out from the railings and hauled him back towards the head cook, "Your father is very busy right now and you are not helping!"
"It was Elladan!" Elrohir tried to blame his twin but it was to no avail.
Elladan smiled from behind his spot in the bushes as his brother was dragged off to be punished for his wrongdoing. Elladan winked at Elrohir as he passed.
"See! There Elladan is!"
"Elrohir that is a bush."
"No! Elladan is in the bush!"
"Stop lying."
"I'm not lying!"
"You're already in enough trouble for one day, lay off." Vebor shook his head and passe right by the giggling bush.
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Thranduil rode forward, his son jut behind him and already bored of the ride. Thranduil sighed as his son's voice was carried to him by the wind.
O'er stony mountains cold and gray,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless,
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago the passed away,
In the forest singing sorrowless.
Legolas finished his song and looked around him at the bare land. The trees of Mirkwood had long since disappeared from their sight and the river Anduin was nearing.
"We will pass the river and rest for the night." Thranduil said over his shoulder to Legolas.
"Fine." Legolas was hoping that they would just ride through the night. He didn't feel like setting camp with his father, it would be just like every other time, boring. His father would want to tell him tales of the days before he was born and talk of Legolas's mother among other things that were to emotional for Legolas's liking.
"Or we could ride through if you want." Thranduil suggested.
"That'd be better." Legolas called to his father excitedly, not that he really wanted to go to Rivendell but it was all the same now.
"We can do that." Thranduil was disappointed that they wouldn't be camping, he loved to talk to Legolas then, they never got any other time.
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It was late in the evening when Elrohir was released from his duties in the kitchen. He stormed back to his room where Elladan was lying on his bed reading as though nothing had happened.
"You've done it again!" Elrohir exclaimed as he slammed their door behind him.
"Done what again?" Elladan asked innocently.
"You know what!" Elrohir marched over to Elladan's bed and hit him in the back of the head with a pillow as hard as he could.
"Ow! What was that for!?" Elladan jumped off his bed and stood, arms crossed glaring at Elrohir.
"What do you think moron!" Elrohir mirrored his brother's stance. Unknowingly the two had the exact same posture and facial expressions when they were angry.
"Don't call me that!" Elladan demanded.
"I'll call you whatever I want!" Elrohir jeered.
"I hate you!" Elladan yelled.
Elrohir paused; he didn't know what to say. They had been in fights before but they never said that before. He couldn't believe he had just heard that come out of his brother's mouth.
"Yea? Well, I hate you too!" Elrohir said coolly.
"Good!"
"Good!"
"Fine!
"Fine!"
Elrohir turned and went over to his bed and pulled off his day clothes and changed into his night ones, still fuming with Elladan.
Elladan followed his brother and also pulled on his nightclothes, fine, he hates me then I hate him more!
Elrohir climbed into his bed and stared at the ceiling. He couldn't believe he had said that to his brother! You aren't supposed to tell anyone that you hate them! No matter what, that is what their father had always taught them. Know he had broken his father's rule and, not only that but said it to his own brother, his own blood! His twin!
Elladan blew out the candle beside his bed and the room was emerged in darkness, did he really hate his brother? What had made him say that? Well, it doesn't matter now Elrohir had said it too, didn't he? Elrohir deserved to hear that! He had it coming! For the past few months all he has done is yell and blame everything on Elladan! No, he didn't hate him. Maybe sometimes he was annoyed but never hated his twin.
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"I'm going to kill you!!" Elrohir chased his brother out the door and through the halls of the Last Homely House.
In his stud Elrond shook his head as the noise of screaming boys and running feet passed by the door, "Boys will be boys." Elrond grinned and tried to concentrate on reading over past negotiation agreements with Glorfindel.
A few seconds later a crash was heard from somewhere in the house and then the sound of a woman yelling followed by the extremely loud voices of two identical terrors.
"Vebor," Elrond called to his personal servant, "please go drown my sons or something for the next two hours, I hear one more noise out of them and I will hang them by their pinkies!" Elrond commanded, his patience long past gone.
"Yes, sir, right away." Vebor gladly left the room, Elrond wasn't the only one who was tired of hearing the two terrors.
Vebor raced toward where the crash was first, the head cook was standing over two female servants as they picked up the remainders of a once glorious vase.
"I am going to kill those two!" The head cook seethed with anger and glared at Vebor who just entered the room.
"Where are they?" Vebor asked.
The cook just shook her head and waved her hand. Vebor turned to hear Elrohir, or Elladan, whichever one, screaming at the other.
Vebor ran towards the yelling to find Elrohir stuck in between two, now broken, railing banisters.
"Elladan! Get back here! This hurts! I know where you sleep at night!" Elrohir pushed at the banister that was trapping him against the other as Vebor came bounding towards him, uh-oh!
"What do you think you are doing?!" Vebor hissed and pulled Elrohir out from the railings and hauled him back towards the head cook, "Your father is very busy right now and you are not helping!"
"It was Elladan!" Elrohir tried to blame his twin but it was to no avail.
Elladan smiled from behind his spot in the bushes as his brother was dragged off to be punished for his wrongdoing. Elladan winked at Elrohir as he passed.
"See! There Elladan is!"
"Elrohir that is a bush."
"No! Elladan is in the bush!"
"Stop lying."
"I'm not lying!"
"You're already in enough trouble for one day, lay off." Vebor shook his head and passe right by the giggling bush.
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Thranduil rode forward, his son jut behind him and already bored of the ride. Thranduil sighed as his son's voice was carried to him by the wind.
O'er stony mountains cold and gray,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless,
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago the passed away,
In the forest singing sorrowless.
Legolas finished his song and looked around him at the bare land. The trees of Mirkwood had long since disappeared from their sight and the river Anduin was nearing.
"We will pass the river and rest for the night." Thranduil said over his shoulder to Legolas.
"Fine." Legolas was hoping that they would just ride through the night. He didn't feel like setting camp with his father, it would be just like every other time, boring. His father would want to tell him tales of the days before he was born and talk of Legolas's mother among other things that were to emotional for Legolas's liking.
"Or we could ride through if you want." Thranduil suggested.
"That'd be better." Legolas called to his father excitedly, not that he really wanted to go to Rivendell but it was all the same now.
"We can do that." Thranduil was disappointed that they wouldn't be camping, he loved to talk to Legolas then, they never got any other time.
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It was late in the evening when Elrohir was released from his duties in the kitchen. He stormed back to his room where Elladan was lying on his bed reading as though nothing had happened.
"You've done it again!" Elrohir exclaimed as he slammed their door behind him.
"Done what again?" Elladan asked innocently.
"You know what!" Elrohir marched over to Elladan's bed and hit him in the back of the head with a pillow as hard as he could.
"Ow! What was that for!?" Elladan jumped off his bed and stood, arms crossed glaring at Elrohir.
"What do you think moron!" Elrohir mirrored his brother's stance. Unknowingly the two had the exact same posture and facial expressions when they were angry.
"Don't call me that!" Elladan demanded.
"I'll call you whatever I want!" Elrohir jeered.
"I hate you!" Elladan yelled.
Elrohir paused; he didn't know what to say. They had been in fights before but they never said that before. He couldn't believe he had just heard that come out of his brother's mouth.
"Yea? Well, I hate you too!" Elrohir said coolly.
"Good!"
"Good!"
"Fine!
"Fine!"
Elrohir turned and went over to his bed and pulled off his day clothes and changed into his night ones, still fuming with Elladan.
Elladan followed his brother and also pulled on his nightclothes, fine, he hates me then I hate him more!
Elrohir climbed into his bed and stared at the ceiling. He couldn't believe he had said that to his brother! You aren't supposed to tell anyone that you hate them! No matter what, that is what their father had always taught them. Know he had broken his father's rule and, not only that but said it to his own brother, his own blood! His twin!
Elladan blew out the candle beside his bed and the room was emerged in darkness, did he really hate his brother? What had made him say that? Well, it doesn't matter now Elrohir had said it too, didn't he? Elrohir deserved to hear that! He had it coming! For the past few months all he has done is yell and blame everything on Elladan! No, he didn't hate him. Maybe sometimes he was annoyed but never hated his twin.
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