Not All Those Who Wander


PG-13 Angst

Twin Fic No Slash

I was inspired during 6th period to write this. I was afraid I was going to get writer's block but alas, that was not the case. Yay. I've written it over a couple of days … stupid homework ::grumbles:: or I would have just written it all at once. So here you go, chapter 3. Um I hope it is enjoyable of course. Update: This chapter was already yesterday. Like done and finished and betaed. But no … AOL had to die on me. It just wouldn't let me sign on. Then there was Isabel and the power went out. I think the forces of nature are out to get this fic. Hmmm.

Sarah! Thank you for the beta read. You allow for people to understand my stories.

It's all Tolkien's.

// = Indicates thought

Chapter 3

Lost

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Elrohir tried to bring his mind out of the realm of dreams and back to reality with no success. Elrohir had been sleeping when nightmares stirred him. He could vaguely hear his name being called, but was unable to make out the voices. Each time he made the effort to focus his eyes and wake in the attempt try and make out the voices, the pain that wracked his now fevered body hit him full force. The pain he was met with kept him from fully waking. Even trying to think straight was a laborious task. Staying between the world of waking and the realm of wondering kept the pain to a sharp piercing by the back of his head and only a dull throbbing in his arm.

He suddenly felt someone place a hand on his forehead jolting him closer to reality. That slight pressure instantly caused the splitting head ache to resurface. Being unable to pull back physically, Elrohir pulled back mentally and fell into a world of sweet nightmares once again.

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Elladan pulled his hand away from Elrohir's forehead after seeing the slight grimace on his face appear, "He's burning up." He said worriedly.

Aragorn look at Elladan quizzically and joined him next to Elrohir. He too put his hand on Elrohir's head and quickly took back his hand in reaction to the unexpected heat that radiated from Elrohir's head.

"How is he able to sleep so calmly? I haven't even seen him stir." Aragorn said confused.

"Hopefully his mind is occupied with better things." Elladan commented.

"We should try and move him. He obviously can't ride on his own, but we have to get him to Mirkwood. We can be there by nightfall if we move fast enough." Aragorn stated. 

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Elrohir was slowly walking through the empty halls of Imladris on what looked to be a nice afternoon.

//Why am I here?//

From the looks of his surroundings, he was walking by the grand library and the schoolroom. The classroom would be empty now as there hasn't been a large enough group of elflings to teach for several years. There were maybe 2 or 3 elflings now, and they had private teachers. Elladan and he had been taught in a class for a good number of years. There were 7 students in the class counting him and his brother. They happened to be the youngest for most of their time in the class by several years.

The two of them had fine memories of those times, but that was because many of the not so great memories had either been blocked out or forgotten.  The two were picked on occasionally for several reasons. There were the youngest of the class, they were twins, and they were from the half-elven line. It was the latter that was the cause of most of the taunting. It wasn't something that gave them a problem for very long.

Some of the older boys pushed them around when they were new to the class. It was his brother that had the short temper and lost it easily. Elladan and soon Elrohir (in his brother's defense) would occasionally sport some bruises, but never where they could be seen, so Elrond never knew. They could take care of them selves. It was only on one or two occasions when Elrond found out and only after a bruise was noticeable or worse.

Elrohir sighed as he walked past the empty room and stopped short. He heard voices. //O good, I'm not alone.// Then frowning, he walked on; there was some sort of odd familiarity to the hushed sounds. Following, he ended up outside on the soft grass. He turned the corner into the small alcove where they would play stones and froze. The vision in front of him was impossible.

Elrohir watched as a younger version of him self was pulling a younger version of Elladan back. Elladan was struggling to get away from his brother in order to reach one of the three slightly older elves in front of him. Elladan was red with anger.

"Elladan, no. They aren't worth this. Walk away," Elrohir struggle to whisper into his brother's ear.

Present Elrohir stood frozen. //This isn't happening// He knew this. He knew exactly what was to come. It was precisely because of that was the reason he had blocked it out in the first place. //Why am I watching this?!// It was then that Elladan slipped away and both Elrohirs cringed. One reaction was in response to the punch the leader received and the other because of the knowledge of what was to come

No body was laughing now. This situation wasn't funny anymore. The leader turned and looked at Elladan. The well-placed punch landed across Elladan's temple. The sudden pain that flamed up at the pressure point was enough to send him to the ground. There would be a small bruise, but it was the fact that his brother was out cold that enraged Elrohir. He quickly stepped in front of this brother, protecting him, and swung at the leader. Elrohir made some successful connections with the leader's face and stomach, but it was the cronies that took him down. The two of them charged him. One of them punched him in the stomach, the other knocked his legs out from underneath him. He fell to the ground winded.

The three elves above him laughed and walked off. Elrohir immediately turned his attention to his brother. Neither of them seemed to have been bruise badly. Elrohir would later say that a book fell of the shelf and hit Elladan. Elladan would gratefully agree with the story.

Right now though, older Elrohir was enraged. Both of their prides had been wounded that day. Elrond never found out, but it was a personal wound. He knew he would spend till almost sun down waiting in despair and worry for his brother to wake. There was even a point when he panicked and worried Elladan wasn't going to wake. He did though, and both hobbled off to dinner.

Revenge was sweet though. And theirs was the sweetest …

Suddenly the world began to turn and Elrohir doubled over in pain. He watched as the vision of him bending over his bother blurred and disappeared. And as suddenly as it came it disappeared.

Everything around him was white and Elrohir took this time to recover from the assault. When he felt well enough to stand he did so and squinted; trying to see past the white. Eventually the white began to fade and the scene around him came into focus.

"No, not this."

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TBC

Reviews

Aemilia Rose: Yes I know. What a nasty place to end this. Hmm, as to will Ro be ok? I haven't decided. I'm so evil.

Iawen Londea: Hehe, the Band-Aid. A necessity for every Elrohir plushies. The Plushy has a tendency to damage it self. And no worries. Leggie and Elrond will be making an appearance.

SilvanLegolas: Hehe, thank you for the review. And as I said to Iawen earlier, I will run and hide bwuahaha! *pokes Elrohir*

Mer: Thank you so much for the comment. Actually I was really nervous as to how fast or slow I was writing it and that really helped my thinking. 

Lily Frost: Power Mad Demon is right. You've found me out. *abuses cliff-hanging powers* Thank you for the review.

The Oboist's Apprentice: O thank you so much. As you can see I was successful with the tags. So, *bows* And I'm glad you like the twins.

And that would be chapter three.

SO … when I'm done. There will be more Elrohir torture and more Elladan angst. And don't worry. I'll develop more into Aragorn's character.

I just feel right now that Dan and Ro are more of the focus.

Oooers, and more flashbacks.

So review please and I'll give you a cookie. *holds tray of cookies*