***For disclaimer see Chapter one***
What could possibly be tugging on his arm, Thranduil thought, shifting in the chair he was seated in, feeling quite stiff from sleeping upright all night, at least for the part of the night he slept through.
"Ada, wake up!" he heard an impatient voice demand, the tugging grew sharper, well no use in fighting it now, he focused his eyes, awakening to the sight of his little son kneeling on his bed, pulling on his sleeve. "You wake up!" the child said happily, he climbed into his father's lap and kissed him on the forehead, "You sleep good?" That was what his father always asked him when he woke up.
"I slept good, and how do you feel, Legolas?" Though the child seemed to have forgotten the ordeal of yesterday afternoon, Thranduil was not so quick to forget.
"Legles feel better." He pointed to his bandaged leg, "I got hurt yesterday!"
"Yes you did." He was just happy to see his son okay, and lively once more, but still the sight of his pale, unconscious form infiltrated the King's mind, never again would he see that, he would simply not allow anything to happen to Legolas, or any of his children ever again.
"We see Ell'hir ad Ell'dan now?" He slid of his father's lap, gingerly stepping onto his right leg, as it was still sore from the injury he received, "We need see Fea too, she saved me!"
Not allowing Legolas to get to far from him, Thranduil rose and picked up the child, sitting on the edge of the bed, with his son in his lap. He was not ready to leave quite yet, he wanted to enjoy some private time with the last child his wife had given him. So close, he thought, he could have lost him; and here he sits not knowing the danger he was in. Perhaps it was for the better that the child seemed unaffected by the incident, but he must learn Thranduil thought, we all must learn things are not as safe as they once were, we must all be alert at every moment. I cannot loose anymore, I will not loose anymore; I love them too much.
"What wrong, ada?" He looked at the innocent face staring at him. Wide blue eyes gazing up; he trusts me completely, to be there and protect; I am his hero, Thranduil thought with mixed feelings of pride and regret. I was not there for him yesterday, if I was quicker, just a little faster, I would have been able to have caught up with him and none of this would have happened.
"Legolas you must promise me, no more running off like that. Promise? You must stay near me whenever we go out on the horses. I was very scared yesterday when I didn't know where you were." Legolas nodded, he didn't mean to scare his father, he didn't mean to run off, but he did on accident. No more, from now on he would stay near his father on the horses, if that is what made his father happy; for he would never want to make his father frightened ever again.
"I sorry ada. I promise I no ride away. Can I tell you a secret." When Thranduil nodded, Legolas lifted himself so he was right next to his father's ear, "I scared too, but I know you save me. I told Fea you take us home."
He sat back down on the King's lap, grinning up at his father. There will come a time little elfling, Thranduil thought, when I might not be there, but for now, I promise too, I will always be there to take you home. Legolas had had enough of sitting, and resting, he was ready to see everyone and play games, he got off his father's lap once more, and took hold of Thranduil's hand.
"Come we go to see everyone together. See, I know run off!" Thranduil rose from the edge of the bed, and began to walk, his spirits a little lighter after seeing his son was going to be just fine. However as they began to walk, he noticed his son's slight limp; no, he thought, he would not forget today, he would never forget any day that he worried for his children's well being. At night, in his dreams they would always be there to haunt him and worry him; as much as he wanted to be, he couldn't always be there to protect them, but he would never be able to let go, if and when the time came.
"Now, just because 'Dan's dating your sister, don't go expecting me to date you, but don't feel bad, it's not you, it's me. I'm just not looking for that type of relationship right now." Elrohir said to Kaimelar who was seated next to him. Elrond grinned, as bad as he felt for Elladan, this type of behavior from his twin was to be expected; it was going to be a long, interesting ride home.
"I am not going to sink to your level, 'Ro, try as you might, I am going to take the high road this morning." Elladan replied, it was true after awhile all the teasing and taunting seemed to grow ineffectual, perhaps Elladan mused to himself, this is what it is to be mature.
"You're just trying to impress your sweetheart over there. Oh, don't turn red, Sil, it was a compliment, which reminds me, if you ever get bored with my brother over there." Elrohir was unable to finish his thought as a biscuit bulleted through the air hitting him dead on his forehead. The table burst into laughter. "Ha ha ha, 'Dan, laugh it up now, cause I spent all last night thinking of clever remarks I could make about you."
"Well then, I have nothing to worry about, do I?" Elladan retorted, no, I guess maturity is a far way off, he thought. Right as Elrohir was about to respond, King Thranduil and Legolas, walked or limped as was Legolas case, into the Dining Hall. Elrohir rushed from his chair to the little elf, lifting him into the air, causing the child to scream with merriment.
"Look who I have found, it's the little spider killer, so glad you could make it mighty elf warrior." He tossed him in the air and caught him moments before he touched the ground.
"I hit with stick," Legolas explained, caught up in Elrohir's antics. Elrohir mused this as he placed the young one down, taking hold of his outstretched hand.
"Hm, a stick you say, not quite a bow and arrow, or sword, but not too shabby. You know adar, I think this little one has an idea here, quick, send notice home, to begin to arm all our warriors with sticks!" The two took their seats, Legolas between his father and Elrohir, who was seated next to his own father and across from his brother who was watching him warily. Though Elrohir adored Legolas, it did not stop him from using him as a weapon against everyone. Who could yell at that face; Elrohir was quick to pick up on this, and used it to his advantage, get Legolas to do his dirty work. Elladan watched the two closely, prepared for whatever might come out of the young elf's mouth.
"You can't fight with sticks, Ell'dan, but I have no sword. I threw a rock!" Thranduil did not like the direction this conversation was headed, it would do no good to get Legolas excited about what had happened; he needed to realize the danger so he would never wander so far again. Though his child had given him his word before, the King understood how easy it was to forget. Never forget was the lesson he learned, you must learn from everything that has happened. But he did not want to frighten the child, he wanted all his children to be happy, but this place was not safe; it seemed as though his own home was being infiltrated by dangers he could not control, first his wife, and now almost his own son; in these very woods he called home.
"I think we have had enough talk about all that. I do not think it is proper breakfast etiquette to speak of such things," Elrond interrupted, noticing the look on Thranduil's face, after all of this he would have to have a talk with his friend, make sure he would be all right.
"Not another word will be uttered on the matter, ada, you have my promise," Elrohir said, mock saluting his father, Legolas laughing at it all, though he never understood all of Elrohir's jokes. He looked around the table, apparently no one else understood either, but they did not have the good humor of the little one for they were not laughing.
"Sildulin, would you please pass the water pitcher," the King asked, his daughter silently complied, since yesterday she had been acting peculiar, very quiet, in fact Kaimelar was quiet as well, the only one who seemed lively at all was Elrohir. Was it that they were all still upset about Legolas, or, well that was very possible he thought: the truth had come out. He looked over at Elrohir whispering something to Legolas who looked a little confused. This was not going to bode well, but he needed some entertainment this morning, something to ease his nerves a bit, even if it was at the expense of his daughter and Elladan's pride, they were young, they'd get over it, he thought with only love in his heart. It was his right as a father, to occasionally enjoy the spectacle of embarrassment of his children, he endured it as a youth, now it was their turn. Kaimelar must be happy he though, at least now perhaps they would forget about his adventure as the lost guide in his own forest.
"Ell'dan do you think Sil's pretty?" Legolas asked innocently. Elladan looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow, then turned his attention to Legolas with a smile, it was no fault of the child that he was unaware he was being used as a pawn by his adolescent brother.
"Yes, Sil is very pretty." That's all Elrohir had asked Legolas to ask, but he knew once he got the wheel rolling anything could happen; the question game was Legolas favorite.
"Ell'dan?" the child asked, beginning to think back on yesterday and what he saw.
"Yes?" the rest of the table watched intently, Sildulin in silent horror, the rest with bemused expressions.
"Do you want Sil to be your sister?" Kaimelar choked on some water he was drinking, as he began to laugh, Elrohir shoved a biscuit in his mouth to keep from rolling on the floor, the two kings looked at each other.
Elladan thought about his answer carefully, "No, although I am certain she is a very nice sister to have." Legolas nodded contently, yes he liked having Sildulin as a sister.
"Oh," he said, but then it had to be a game they were playing yesterday. "Ell'dan?"
"Yes?" He braced himself. Please don't say you saw me kiss her, he pleaded silently, things were bad enough with Elrohir.
"What kind of game were you playing yesterday?"
"Game?" Was he playing a game, he could not remember.
"Yes, remember, in the forest, with Sil. You were playing a game. Sil, you remember, you play game with Ell'dan!" Sildulin looked over at Elladan, she looks sick, he thought. Oh, he thought it was a game they were playing, how were they going to explain it to him, Legolas was now staring at his sister, "I thought Ell'dan wanted to steal you, but you play game."
"Well, he wants to steal her," Elrohir muttered under his breath, "Ow!" he cried out at a foot kicked him swiftly in the shin. He smiled warmly as his brother, he was having far too good a time to let some physical abuse ruin it.
"Yes, we played a game." Sildulin answered carefully.
"But what was game?" Legolas asked, a little more insistent, it must be an interesting game if they were being so secretive.
"Well, maybe I can help, what did this game entail?" Elrohir asked, only to be answered with another bruised shin as his brother once again kicked him. Once more, Elrohir smiled at him, adding in a sweet wave for good measure. He was enjoying this all too much. As Legolas was about to answer Elrohir, Elladan jumped in.
"Does it matter what the game entailed?" he said as indifferently as one could. Though silent for most of this, Kaimelar was now beginning to want to become a part of this game. If his baby sister was to be involved with one of the twins, he had a complete right to partake in the festivities.
"No, Legolas tell us, I think we ought to know, perhaps then I could also lend my knowledge of games." It was now Kaimelar's turn to get hit by his sibling.
"I hope your knowledge in games is superior to your knowledge of this forest otherwise it will take two days to figure out what game we play," Sildulin added sweetly, smiling with her lips, but shooting daggers with her eyes. Legolas watched this all in wide eyed amazement, was this also a game, for this was strange behavior even when one took into account who was displaying it.
"I have a game, how about 'Dan and I stand together dressed alike and you have to guess and kiss the one you think is 'Dan." Elladan pushed over his glass of water towards his brother, trying to make it look as accidental as possible, Elrohir rose from his chair as the water hit his lap; all the while little Legolas sat there with a disgusted look on his face.
"Ew, no more kissing! It is bad game, no more!" he wailed, revolted by the thought of anybody kissing anybody; especially Sildulin kissing Elladan or Elrohir, he had seen quite enough of that in the recent day. Elrond and Thranduil merely leaned back in their chairs, watching contently as the breakfast slowly descended into chaos; should they have expected anything less?
"I can't believe you would go kissing 'Dan out in the middle of the woods," Kaimelar shouted to his sister (who was right next to him) over the noise of the twins who were busy bickering with each other.
"Are you jealous Kai? That you have not an elf maiden of your own to kiss in the woods?" Sildulin challenged, surprised she had said such a thing, but proud that she had managed to finally defend herself. How dare her brother scold her for her behavior, he wasn't even her father!
"Jealous? Me of you? Never! Besides when I get a, well you know, I won't be so embarrassed as to hide it from everyone!"
"I was not embarrassed. I was afraid of all this!" she shot back, getting knocked in the head by a wayward grape. She looked over heatedly at Elrohir.
"I'm sorry that was meant for him, but I am angry and my aim is a little off when I am angry." Elrohir said, not really apologizing.
"When is your aim ever on?" countered Elladan, knowing that he might have gone a little too far, testing Elrohir's pride a bit too much, but he was much too upset to really bother to care.
"Who won the archery contest last Spring?" It was true; Elrohir had beat Elladan fair and square, though barely.
"I let you win, little brother." Elladan had pulled out the final insult, he knew how Elrohir despised the term little; not only was he younger than Elladan, even though by only mere moments, he also happened to be the slightest bit shorter, seen only by a scrutinizing eye. It bruised Elrohir's dignity all the same though, for he could not alter either fact. He could shoot a truer arrow, but he would always be slightly shorter and slightly younger, what a cruel joke the fates had played on him.
"Legolas!" Sildulin exclaimed, noticing that her own little brother was missing. Wait, so was her father, and so was Lord Elrond, they had all left in the midst of their fighting.
"Where did they all go?" Elrohir asked.
"They went where we were not," Kaimelar replied, feeling quite foolish now that all was said and done. He looked to Sildulin, who was looking to him, they both smiled awkwardly; both sorry for what they had done.
"I take back the little brother comment." Elladan offered, his way of making peace.
"Well I really wish you could take back hitting me, that really hurts. And perhaps a towel to dry myself with," Elrohir joked light heartedly, not wanting to begin another argument. They all stood in silence for a moment, not sure where things went.
"I think we ought to find everyone, tell them it is once again safe to be in the presence of the four of us together." Sildulin directed. Elrohir swung around to her side of the table, and draped his arm around her.
"I would take that back fair maiden, it has been and never will be safe to be around the four of us!" he proclaimed, running off ahead of them all, Kaimelar quickly behind him, but stopping before he left the room.
"And you two, try not to upset anymore elves in this realm with any more "games" for I fear I would not be able in conscience be able to leave you alone anymore." He ducked out of the room, before the air born bread roll could make contact with his head.
"That could have been worse," Elladan said.
"Much worse," she said taking his hand and dragging him off to catch up with the other two in their search for their missing adas and Legolas.
***To those who have reviewed I have much appreciated it and am glad that you have seemingly enjoyed the story so far and I hope you continue to do so. Thanks!!***
What could possibly be tugging on his arm, Thranduil thought, shifting in the chair he was seated in, feeling quite stiff from sleeping upright all night, at least for the part of the night he slept through.
"Ada, wake up!" he heard an impatient voice demand, the tugging grew sharper, well no use in fighting it now, he focused his eyes, awakening to the sight of his little son kneeling on his bed, pulling on his sleeve. "You wake up!" the child said happily, he climbed into his father's lap and kissed him on the forehead, "You sleep good?" That was what his father always asked him when he woke up.
"I slept good, and how do you feel, Legolas?" Though the child seemed to have forgotten the ordeal of yesterday afternoon, Thranduil was not so quick to forget.
"Legles feel better." He pointed to his bandaged leg, "I got hurt yesterday!"
"Yes you did." He was just happy to see his son okay, and lively once more, but still the sight of his pale, unconscious form infiltrated the King's mind, never again would he see that, he would simply not allow anything to happen to Legolas, or any of his children ever again.
"We see Ell'hir ad Ell'dan now?" He slid of his father's lap, gingerly stepping onto his right leg, as it was still sore from the injury he received, "We need see Fea too, she saved me!"
Not allowing Legolas to get to far from him, Thranduil rose and picked up the child, sitting on the edge of the bed, with his son in his lap. He was not ready to leave quite yet, he wanted to enjoy some private time with the last child his wife had given him. So close, he thought, he could have lost him; and here he sits not knowing the danger he was in. Perhaps it was for the better that the child seemed unaffected by the incident, but he must learn Thranduil thought, we all must learn things are not as safe as they once were, we must all be alert at every moment. I cannot loose anymore, I will not loose anymore; I love them too much.
"What wrong, ada?" He looked at the innocent face staring at him. Wide blue eyes gazing up; he trusts me completely, to be there and protect; I am his hero, Thranduil thought with mixed feelings of pride and regret. I was not there for him yesterday, if I was quicker, just a little faster, I would have been able to have caught up with him and none of this would have happened.
"Legolas you must promise me, no more running off like that. Promise? You must stay near me whenever we go out on the horses. I was very scared yesterday when I didn't know where you were." Legolas nodded, he didn't mean to scare his father, he didn't mean to run off, but he did on accident. No more, from now on he would stay near his father on the horses, if that is what made his father happy; for he would never want to make his father frightened ever again.
"I sorry ada. I promise I no ride away. Can I tell you a secret." When Thranduil nodded, Legolas lifted himself so he was right next to his father's ear, "I scared too, but I know you save me. I told Fea you take us home."
He sat back down on the King's lap, grinning up at his father. There will come a time little elfling, Thranduil thought, when I might not be there, but for now, I promise too, I will always be there to take you home. Legolas had had enough of sitting, and resting, he was ready to see everyone and play games, he got off his father's lap once more, and took hold of Thranduil's hand.
"Come we go to see everyone together. See, I know run off!" Thranduil rose from the edge of the bed, and began to walk, his spirits a little lighter after seeing his son was going to be just fine. However as they began to walk, he noticed his son's slight limp; no, he thought, he would not forget today, he would never forget any day that he worried for his children's well being. At night, in his dreams they would always be there to haunt him and worry him; as much as he wanted to be, he couldn't always be there to protect them, but he would never be able to let go, if and when the time came.
"Now, just because 'Dan's dating your sister, don't go expecting me to date you, but don't feel bad, it's not you, it's me. I'm just not looking for that type of relationship right now." Elrohir said to Kaimelar who was seated next to him. Elrond grinned, as bad as he felt for Elladan, this type of behavior from his twin was to be expected; it was going to be a long, interesting ride home.
"I am not going to sink to your level, 'Ro, try as you might, I am going to take the high road this morning." Elladan replied, it was true after awhile all the teasing and taunting seemed to grow ineffectual, perhaps Elladan mused to himself, this is what it is to be mature.
"You're just trying to impress your sweetheart over there. Oh, don't turn red, Sil, it was a compliment, which reminds me, if you ever get bored with my brother over there." Elrohir was unable to finish his thought as a biscuit bulleted through the air hitting him dead on his forehead. The table burst into laughter. "Ha ha ha, 'Dan, laugh it up now, cause I spent all last night thinking of clever remarks I could make about you."
"Well then, I have nothing to worry about, do I?" Elladan retorted, no, I guess maturity is a far way off, he thought. Right as Elrohir was about to respond, King Thranduil and Legolas, walked or limped as was Legolas case, into the Dining Hall. Elrohir rushed from his chair to the little elf, lifting him into the air, causing the child to scream with merriment.
"Look who I have found, it's the little spider killer, so glad you could make it mighty elf warrior." He tossed him in the air and caught him moments before he touched the ground.
"I hit with stick," Legolas explained, caught up in Elrohir's antics. Elrohir mused this as he placed the young one down, taking hold of his outstretched hand.
"Hm, a stick you say, not quite a bow and arrow, or sword, but not too shabby. You know adar, I think this little one has an idea here, quick, send notice home, to begin to arm all our warriors with sticks!" The two took their seats, Legolas between his father and Elrohir, who was seated next to his own father and across from his brother who was watching him warily. Though Elrohir adored Legolas, it did not stop him from using him as a weapon against everyone. Who could yell at that face; Elrohir was quick to pick up on this, and used it to his advantage, get Legolas to do his dirty work. Elladan watched the two closely, prepared for whatever might come out of the young elf's mouth.
"You can't fight with sticks, Ell'dan, but I have no sword. I threw a rock!" Thranduil did not like the direction this conversation was headed, it would do no good to get Legolas excited about what had happened; he needed to realize the danger so he would never wander so far again. Though his child had given him his word before, the King understood how easy it was to forget. Never forget was the lesson he learned, you must learn from everything that has happened. But he did not want to frighten the child, he wanted all his children to be happy, but this place was not safe; it seemed as though his own home was being infiltrated by dangers he could not control, first his wife, and now almost his own son; in these very woods he called home.
"I think we have had enough talk about all that. I do not think it is proper breakfast etiquette to speak of such things," Elrond interrupted, noticing the look on Thranduil's face, after all of this he would have to have a talk with his friend, make sure he would be all right.
"Not another word will be uttered on the matter, ada, you have my promise," Elrohir said, mock saluting his father, Legolas laughing at it all, though he never understood all of Elrohir's jokes. He looked around the table, apparently no one else understood either, but they did not have the good humor of the little one for they were not laughing.
"Sildulin, would you please pass the water pitcher," the King asked, his daughter silently complied, since yesterday she had been acting peculiar, very quiet, in fact Kaimelar was quiet as well, the only one who seemed lively at all was Elrohir. Was it that they were all still upset about Legolas, or, well that was very possible he thought: the truth had come out. He looked over at Elrohir whispering something to Legolas who looked a little confused. This was not going to bode well, but he needed some entertainment this morning, something to ease his nerves a bit, even if it was at the expense of his daughter and Elladan's pride, they were young, they'd get over it, he thought with only love in his heart. It was his right as a father, to occasionally enjoy the spectacle of embarrassment of his children, he endured it as a youth, now it was their turn. Kaimelar must be happy he though, at least now perhaps they would forget about his adventure as the lost guide in his own forest.
"Ell'dan do you think Sil's pretty?" Legolas asked innocently. Elladan looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow, then turned his attention to Legolas with a smile, it was no fault of the child that he was unaware he was being used as a pawn by his adolescent brother.
"Yes, Sil is very pretty." That's all Elrohir had asked Legolas to ask, but he knew once he got the wheel rolling anything could happen; the question game was Legolas favorite.
"Ell'dan?" the child asked, beginning to think back on yesterday and what he saw.
"Yes?" the rest of the table watched intently, Sildulin in silent horror, the rest with bemused expressions.
"Do you want Sil to be your sister?" Kaimelar choked on some water he was drinking, as he began to laugh, Elrohir shoved a biscuit in his mouth to keep from rolling on the floor, the two kings looked at each other.
Elladan thought about his answer carefully, "No, although I am certain she is a very nice sister to have." Legolas nodded contently, yes he liked having Sildulin as a sister.
"Oh," he said, but then it had to be a game they were playing yesterday. "Ell'dan?"
"Yes?" He braced himself. Please don't say you saw me kiss her, he pleaded silently, things were bad enough with Elrohir.
"What kind of game were you playing yesterday?"
"Game?" Was he playing a game, he could not remember.
"Yes, remember, in the forest, with Sil. You were playing a game. Sil, you remember, you play game with Ell'dan!" Sildulin looked over at Elladan, she looks sick, he thought. Oh, he thought it was a game they were playing, how were they going to explain it to him, Legolas was now staring at his sister, "I thought Ell'dan wanted to steal you, but you play game."
"Well, he wants to steal her," Elrohir muttered under his breath, "Ow!" he cried out at a foot kicked him swiftly in the shin. He smiled warmly as his brother, he was having far too good a time to let some physical abuse ruin it.
"Yes, we played a game." Sildulin answered carefully.
"But what was game?" Legolas asked, a little more insistent, it must be an interesting game if they were being so secretive.
"Well, maybe I can help, what did this game entail?" Elrohir asked, only to be answered with another bruised shin as his brother once again kicked him. Once more, Elrohir smiled at him, adding in a sweet wave for good measure. He was enjoying this all too much. As Legolas was about to answer Elrohir, Elladan jumped in.
"Does it matter what the game entailed?" he said as indifferently as one could. Though silent for most of this, Kaimelar was now beginning to want to become a part of this game. If his baby sister was to be involved with one of the twins, he had a complete right to partake in the festivities.
"No, Legolas tell us, I think we ought to know, perhaps then I could also lend my knowledge of games." It was now Kaimelar's turn to get hit by his sibling.
"I hope your knowledge in games is superior to your knowledge of this forest otherwise it will take two days to figure out what game we play," Sildulin added sweetly, smiling with her lips, but shooting daggers with her eyes. Legolas watched this all in wide eyed amazement, was this also a game, for this was strange behavior even when one took into account who was displaying it.
"I have a game, how about 'Dan and I stand together dressed alike and you have to guess and kiss the one you think is 'Dan." Elladan pushed over his glass of water towards his brother, trying to make it look as accidental as possible, Elrohir rose from his chair as the water hit his lap; all the while little Legolas sat there with a disgusted look on his face.
"Ew, no more kissing! It is bad game, no more!" he wailed, revolted by the thought of anybody kissing anybody; especially Sildulin kissing Elladan or Elrohir, he had seen quite enough of that in the recent day. Elrond and Thranduil merely leaned back in their chairs, watching contently as the breakfast slowly descended into chaos; should they have expected anything less?
"I can't believe you would go kissing 'Dan out in the middle of the woods," Kaimelar shouted to his sister (who was right next to him) over the noise of the twins who were busy bickering with each other.
"Are you jealous Kai? That you have not an elf maiden of your own to kiss in the woods?" Sildulin challenged, surprised she had said such a thing, but proud that she had managed to finally defend herself. How dare her brother scold her for her behavior, he wasn't even her father!
"Jealous? Me of you? Never! Besides when I get a, well you know, I won't be so embarrassed as to hide it from everyone!"
"I was not embarrassed. I was afraid of all this!" she shot back, getting knocked in the head by a wayward grape. She looked over heatedly at Elrohir.
"I'm sorry that was meant for him, but I am angry and my aim is a little off when I am angry." Elrohir said, not really apologizing.
"When is your aim ever on?" countered Elladan, knowing that he might have gone a little too far, testing Elrohir's pride a bit too much, but he was much too upset to really bother to care.
"Who won the archery contest last Spring?" It was true; Elrohir had beat Elladan fair and square, though barely.
"I let you win, little brother." Elladan had pulled out the final insult, he knew how Elrohir despised the term little; not only was he younger than Elladan, even though by only mere moments, he also happened to be the slightest bit shorter, seen only by a scrutinizing eye. It bruised Elrohir's dignity all the same though, for he could not alter either fact. He could shoot a truer arrow, but he would always be slightly shorter and slightly younger, what a cruel joke the fates had played on him.
"Legolas!" Sildulin exclaimed, noticing that her own little brother was missing. Wait, so was her father, and so was Lord Elrond, they had all left in the midst of their fighting.
"Where did they all go?" Elrohir asked.
"They went where we were not," Kaimelar replied, feeling quite foolish now that all was said and done. He looked to Sildulin, who was looking to him, they both smiled awkwardly; both sorry for what they had done.
"I take back the little brother comment." Elladan offered, his way of making peace.
"Well I really wish you could take back hitting me, that really hurts. And perhaps a towel to dry myself with," Elrohir joked light heartedly, not wanting to begin another argument. They all stood in silence for a moment, not sure where things went.
"I think we ought to find everyone, tell them it is once again safe to be in the presence of the four of us together." Sildulin directed. Elrohir swung around to her side of the table, and draped his arm around her.
"I would take that back fair maiden, it has been and never will be safe to be around the four of us!" he proclaimed, running off ahead of them all, Kaimelar quickly behind him, but stopping before he left the room.
"And you two, try not to upset anymore elves in this realm with any more "games" for I fear I would not be able in conscience be able to leave you alone anymore." He ducked out of the room, before the air born bread roll could make contact with his head.
"That could have been worse," Elladan said.
"Much worse," she said taking his hand and dragging him off to catch up with the other two in their search for their missing adas and Legolas.
***To those who have reviewed I have much appreciated it and am glad that you have seemingly enjoyed the story so far and I hope you continue to do so. Thanks!!***
