AN: This chapter will knock your socks off. It's a bit confusing to start, but you'll catch on. At least I hope so. This is the beginning of the end of this story, but I'm expecting a lot of chapters to go with the end.
To Fate.
Chapter eight: Sauron's Clothing Line.
Elrohir lied sprawled on the stone under the trees. He was sobbing, and his face was buried in his arms. It was truly a sight to behold: the thousands of years old Elf acting like a child and whining outside.
Elladan hurried down the path. Rivendell seemed empty besides the two twins. The older Elf took one look at his brother and frowned.
"I told you not to get too attached to the maid. She's been gone two thousand years. Get over it already." He took a seat next to his brother, on the cold stone path.
"Two thousand years already?! Why didn't I go with her?!" He sobbed even more, muffling all his words with the cloth of his sleeves.
"Miruial is gone! G-O-N-E! Gone!" Elladan frowned, getting up and moving to a stone bench. The legs of the bench were overrun with moss and growing vines. Rivendell really did seem deserted.
"I miss her, Elladan.." He stopped sobbing a bit, standing and taking a seat on the bench as well. "Why didn't I ask her to stay?" Elladan frowned at the question.
"You did, stupid. You asked her twice, threatened her once, and tied her to your bedroom door handle six times. I don't think she wanted to hang around just to die because you thought she was pretty. I'm sure that was quite a flattering compliment, but honestly!" Elladan's tone seemed more annoyed than anything.
"I guess you're right, Elladan. Hmm.. I called those people on that thing that lets you talk to people. They said I should look at Red Eye. Does that mean Sauron started a clothing line?"
Elladan's frowned deepened. "Its called a phone, dimwit. And Red Eye is a girl's clothing store. Teenage girls at that! Who'd you call? And what in the world did you ask them?!"
"I called the operation person. You know. The one you press zero to talk to. And I asked them where I could get some normal peasant clothes." Elrohir raised a brow, a bit confused as to the whole topic.
"Ugh. They probably thought peasant tops. Stupid Elf. We need to get some actual clothes if we ever want to leave Rivendell though." He furrowed a brow, thinking harder than he should. Elrohir disturbed his thinking.
"Why not just go out like this? Who cares if we walk around in tunics? They'll think we're insane asylum patients or working for the renissance festival." He smiled brightly, thinking about only how genius he was.
"Maybe you're right. Lets just go. Hmm.. but walking into the forest until we find somewhere probably isn't the best idea."
"London is just north of here, you know. Lets just go north." Elrohir grinned again at his own genius. At that he stood, prancing off to the north.
"At least we can't die of starvation.." Elladan mumbled to himself and followed his brother, quickly catching up. "I can't believe you talked me into this, Elrohir. Two thousand years ago, we agreed to give up immortality in two hundred years. Its been two thousand! Not two hundred! And now we're going off and walking into a heard of stupified humans who have no idea Elves even exsist! They'll probably do something like shoot us for having pointy ears and tiaras!" He pointed to the crown circlet thing, which they had always joked looks like a tiara.
Elrohir took the crowns from each of their heads, tossing them behind him and undoing the braids on each side of his head, covering his ears.
"Now they'll just think we're very stupid odd people." To that, Elladan frowned.