To Fate.
Chapter ten: Twin Mental Patients.
Elrohir blinked, trying to process everything that had just been shoved into his mind. Miruial died? And even if she did, that would only leave the woman sitting across from him as a half-Elven. And the Elves would have been gone by then. Did that mean there were others?
"Elrohir! Let me up there, stupid Elf! This old bag won't let me up! And what are you doing with a girl up there?! Are you mad?!" Elladan's angered voice pierced his thoughts like a sledgehammer. It took a moment to realize his twin was downstairs.
Elladan fought off an old chubby woman, trying to get up the stairs to his brother. It was quite obvious he didn't trust his brother enough to run off after some random girl and had followed him.
Dawn looked up from the table. Her eyes widened in recognision. The voice matched perfectly to Elrohir's, obviously being Elladan's by process of elimination. She stood, throwing open the door, running down the stairs at break-neck speed, and flinging her arms around the other twin.
Elladan stepped back, surprised by the girl hanging off of him. Elrohir hurried down just after Dawn, stopping near his brother.
"Elrohir.. You have quite a bit of explaining to do. First though, I'd suggest you get this thing off me!" Elladan tried to pry loose from Dawn's grasp, failing miserably. Elrohir pulled her off easily, holding the she-Elf's slender hands behind her back.
"I can explain! This is Dawn. Yep. Dawn. Think about it a while! Don't hurt me! Just think about it!" Elrohir bit down on his bottom lip, expecting to be hit or something.
Dawn wriggled loose. "Elladan!" She grinned brightly. "what? Don't remember me?! Come on! Think. Who else would have the nerve to cling to you like that?" Elladan thought about that a moment, trying to get something out of his brother by glaring.
"Hmm.. OH! Wait.. couldn't be.." He looked down intently upon the young woman, still thinking. Elrohir grabbed Dawn's arm as she tried to lunge forward again. Miruial and Elladan had always been too close. As it seemed, things never changed. He flung the she-Elf in towards him, pulling the hair away from her face with his other hand.
Elladan arched a brow, looking up at Elrohir again. His comment was directed more towards his brother than Dawn.
"Miruial?" He seemed only half surprised, reaching forward and embracing Dawn again. Elrohir frowned, letting her arm go and feeling very forgotten again. He back up into the wall, only to face the old woman, ready to interrogate him.
"Twin mental patients, eh? What's with the tunic, kid? Got kicked out of the renaissance festival?" The woman smirked, awaiting an answer.
"I'm not a kid." Elrohir wrinkled his nose at the comment. He was finally old enough to be considered a man to the Elves, yet everyone had left him here, making him still just a kid to the public. The woman looked over at Elrohir, arching a brow. The true age and weariness finally showed through in the half-Elven's eyes. At that, the woman bustled her way into an adjacent room, ignoring everything and disappearing.
"Would you two cut it?! Geez.. I'm always stuck in the background! You know, Elladan always get the girl. This is so annoying!" He frowned, headed out the door. Elladan let go of Dawn, arching a brow.
"Uh.. I think that's not a good thing." He looked at the door, brother long gone.
"Ugh. He can't be serious. You and me?" Dawn started laughing hysterically. "You're too.. old. Too in charge and pushy. Ick no! That's just wrong! Now Elrohir, he's cute and kinda funny. Smart too." Elladan frowned as Dawn went into a dreamy moment. He didn't want to hear how perfect she thought his brother was. It was probably smarter to find his brother than hear about him.
AN: Looks like Elrohir is mad over nothing, eh? I thought it was funny, and it adds conflict to this if we lose him in the big bad city.