To Fate.
Chapter twelve: My Last Desire.
Elrohir had gotten ready particularly slow today. He knew it was the last time he'd put on a tunic and chose which far too carefully. In the end, he was dressed too much like a Noldor prince and quickly chose something else, looking more like a ranger in the final selection.
Elladan stood patiently outside Elrohir's room. He understood quite well his brother's dilema. It would only take a bit of time for the younger twin to adjust to his fate.
Slowly, the door opened, Elrohir staring intently at the doorknob as if memorizing every last bit of it: how it turned, how shiny it was, the hue of gold, everything. His eyes then traveled to the floor, memorizing every last scuff and inperfection. Elladan arched a brow.
"Are you alright, Elrohir?" Elrohir looked at up at question, thinking a moment.
"Before Legolas left, he told me something. He said sailing across the Sea was his heart's last desire. I don't know about you, but I've never really wanted anything. I think I want something now though." His brow furrowed, trying to think of a way to continue.
"What is it, brother? I don't care how it comes out. Just say it." Elladan waited patiently for an answer. This was to be something interested for sure. Elrohir was never one to speak without thought on something important. Finally, Elrohir looked up, answer figured.
"To live. To know I'll sleep through the night. To know I'll live through the day. To know I'll see the end of the world. To know I'm there if anyone will ever need me. But, mostly, to know in the end, we'll always be the twin sons of Elrond. Not too known, not too forgotten, not too different, not too the same. Just.. brother. Always brothers." He smiled a bit, knowing that was the only thing he honestly wanted.
Elladan was taken aback a bit by the answer. It seemed too simple. Elrohir just wanted him? Far too simple. Then again, it didn't seem all too odd. Elrohir wanted his brother like Elladan wanted his mother back. Elladan knew what it was like to lose someone. He had been closest to his mother. Elrohir had to live the days knowing he was going to lose his brother though.
Elrohir looked up a bit, still smiling merrily. His brother: the only one who really ever cared for him. No mother was there for him. No father who was always around. Arwen wasn't much help. She was gone. Just Elladan in the end. He didn't want to know what it was like to lose the last thing left in life. Elladan thought a moment before answering Elrohir.
"That sounds good, Elrohir. That sounds very good. I think I've decided what I want too. I don't care if the trees miss me. They'll be here with or without me. I think I want my brother. I want Valinor." He smiled back, headed down the hall to tell Elrond that they wanted to stay alive and annoying for a few more ages. Elrohir followed intently, ready to give their father the shock of his life.