To Fate.
Chapter Four: Only For You.
Elrohir walked silently down the halls. He had just snuck out of the chamber he was supposed to be healing in. It had been a while since all signs of injury were gone from the young Elf's body though. His main concern was being caught now. Not just by anyone, but by Elladan.
Elladan laughed to himself quietly as Elrohir walked by his 'sleeping' body. Elrohir was certainly naïve. He thought Elladan was sleeping, when in fact, his eyes were closed. If the younger twin had thought a moment, he might have realized that Elves sleep with their eyes open.
Within a second, Elladan got up, walked right past Elrohir, and into his room just down the hall. Elrohir blinked a moment, trying to comprehend, then took off after his brother at a break-neck pace.
Elladan had settled down on a small windowseat on the far wall. It was one of the nicer rooms in Rivendell for just that reason and reserved for the more out-spoken of the two Elves.
Elrohir slipped into the room, running over to Elladan and flopping down in his older brother's lap. He shrank himself down as best he could and grinned. "Don't be mad, 'Ladan. I'm an Elf you know. I heal fast."
"Not for long.." Elladan mumbled. He looked at his brother, settling in his lap. "Are you crazy? You're way to big to be sitting there, 'Ro. Get off already, before I call Mir' on you." At that, Elrohir plopped right off of Elladan and onto the floor, shaking at the mention of the angry maiden from before.
Elrohir looked up again with big watery doe-eyes. He always did look like the younger of the two, even if they were identical. Elladan frowned.
"Yes. I forgive you. Of course. You didn't have to moan so loud though. It sounded like you were dying. Mir' told me it was because I was there. True?"
"Only for you, Elladan. Of course. Only for you." Elrohir grinned with mock sincerity. "You know I wouldn't be that evil to anyone else. Only my brother. The one who likes to shoot me out of trees."
Elladan frowned and flopped off of the seat next to his brother. "Of course. Yes. Only for me. I feel so loved."
"That's good. Now I don't have to run off anymore." Elrohir settled himself against his brother's arm. it seemed two cute to watch the two twins, not young anymore but certainly not old, fight over who got to be comfortable: the one who liked separation, or the one who never really did accept not being joined at the head.