To Fate.
Chapter Six: Wrath of the Valar.
Elrohir frowned, sitting down in the halls. He was just out of ear's range from his twin, but certainly not too far from Glorfindel.
The Elven Lord walked down the hall. His peace was interrupted by the sounds of sobbing and threats to the Valar. He winced at a particuarly violent and descriptive threat, turning the corner to see which of the twins it was now.
Elrohir looked up quickly, wiping his eyes and standing before Glorfindel could comprehend any of it. The twin blinked at the older Elf, doe-eyes coming into play again.
"Something wrong, lad? Thought I heard.. well.. you aren't plotting anything, are you?" He arched a worried brow, looking down at the young Elf before him.
"Nothing, m'lord. I'm just.. angry..? I hate Elladan." He pouted and flopped down in the hall again. His thin frame was shaken with muffled sobs. Glorfindel sat down quickly next to the younger Elf.
"What's the matter, Elrohir?" It had taken a while to figure out it was Elrohir he was talking to, even with the fact that the twin had mentioned his brother as his brother and not himself.
"Elladan's trying to kill me!" He frowned, looking down. Before Glorfindel could say anything wise and reassuring, the sound of sliding traveled down the hall, shortly followed by Elladan. He had toppled over and rolled down the hall.
"AM NOT!" He stood, recollecting himself, and ran over to the two. "Manwe is! Not me! I wouldn't kill my own brother! Its crazy! Manwe did it!" He ran out of things to ramble on about so abruptly stopped talking.
"You said I have to sit here and watch myself rot! Stupid no good brother.." Elrohir sobbed again, trying to stop his crying. "I don't want to die! I don't want to! Its not fair! I'm an Elf! An ELF!" His wailing could be heard all the way down the halls. Glorfindel thought it wise to put an end to the whining.
"Just go to Valinor." He shrugged, giving the best advice to an Elf with death-o-phobia. Rare as it was to find one of those, Elrohir was also practially noctural. He wasn't exactly your average Elf to begin with.
"NO!" Both twins shouted the response at the same time. Oddly enough, another one of their Brady Family moments errupted. Elladan sobbed.
"Sorry, Elrohir. I didn't mean to scare you off!" Elrohir nodded to the apology, hugging his brother again.
Glorfindel was about to puke at the brotherly love in the room, though as a lord he never let people know he was about to puke. Therefore, he took his leave quickly down the hall to escape the overly clingy twins.
Elrohir didn't let go of Elladan as he spoke. "Lets go outside. For a ride perhaps or a walk if the stable hands are busy."
Elladan nodded, pausing when rain began pouring outside. He let go of Elrohir, arching a brow.
"What did you say to Manwe?! He's gone and set you up to be struck by lightning!" Elladan looke truly worried at the thought of his twin being struck by lightning.
"I said I'd personally go and steal his wife." He shrugged. "Seemed like someone with the most beautiful wife ever would worry about." Elladan laughed lightly.
"So it seems. You think you had a chance with Varda though?" Elrohir shrugged but before he could say anything, Elladan continued. "You'd have better luck with a maid.. but not Miruial. She's evil. I think Morgoth possessed her. Pure evil is running around the halls here.." Elrohir shuddered.
"Gotta admit though. She is kinda pretty. Brown hair.. brown eyes.. wow.. never realized how brown she seemed." He shrugged it off. "Very evil too." Elladan couldn't decide to nod or shake his head.
"She's not pretty! You sick-minded child!" He tried to keep a shocked expression on his face as Elrohir blinked again, completely confused.
"I still think she's pretty.."
AN: Miruial isn't some stupid mary-sue. I thought it would be a funny ending to a semi-funny chappie. So tempted.. and the only real story girl they would know is Arwen. That would be messed up if 'Ro was drooling over her. o.O;