To Fate.
Chapter Five: Some Explainations.
Elladan woke up to none other than his younger twin sleeping against his shoulder. The older Elf assumed they had fallen asleep after the events of the day before. Then a thought occurred to him. What it the next day? Had they been asleep that long?
Elrohir woke up with a start. He jumped back, smacking his head against the wall and whimpering as he flung himself forward again. Elladan chuckled lightly at that.
"Very Elven-like. I'm not the least bit surprised you're still doing that. Its only been a hundred years." He smirked at the comment. In fact, Elrohir had been hitting his head in the same fashion for a hundred years.
Elrohir frowned, glaring slightly as he pulled his knees to his chest and rested his forehead on his knees. He let out a short sob, trying to stop acting like a child because he hit his head.
"Elladan.. stop teasing me. Its really not nice. Not funny either." He sniffled once and then paused a moment, thinking. "What did you mean last night?"
Elladan arched a brow questioningly. "What did I say? I thought I was pretty clear." He managed to put a bit of sarcasm in with his last comment.
"Not for long. What's not for long?" Elrohir looked up, same doe-eyes as before burning a hole in his twin as he stared absent-mindedly.
"Well.. you think we can stay here forever? I don't think so. I was just thinking before I saw you.. and.. and.. we're staying.. here.. right, 'Rohir? So.. we won't be welcome.. forever." His words started coming through muffled sobs. Elrohir blinked, trying to comprehend.
"Wha-? You can't be serious! First I'm stuck here because this stupid forest has some odd pull on us, and now I have to die because of it?!" He completely flipped out at the news, standing and stomping down the hall, yelling all the while. "This is stupid! I'm staying here! If the Valar wants me dead, they can come kill me themselves! Bring it on, Manwe! I'll show you who's dying!"
Elladan stopped sobbing, staring at the door and listening to his brother challenge the gods all the way down the hall. Before Elrohir was out of ear's range, a loud thump was heard, followed by a long stream of Elvish curses, and finally a dead threat against Eru himself.
Elrohir found himself walking into walls, slipping, and overall injuring himself far more. Perhaps the dead threats were a bit unnecassary. Perhaps the Valar took him up on his challenge. As far as he knew, this wasn't good. He'd be dead by the end of the week at this rate.