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J.R.R. Tolkien and Ripley Scott!!
A/N: I forgot to mention in my last chapter: I know that it's pretty unrealistic that Blackburn recovered from a broken back in only three days, but for time purposes, I had to speed it up.
Also, there is pseudo-Elvish spoken in this chapter that is designated by **. I do actually know Elvish, but it's too much of a pain to translate everything, so just use your imagination.
One other thing, Vana E. was nice enough to point this out to me, I was wrong about Elrond studying for 7000 years. It should have been about 6 thousand. See, this is why I'm a film student and have absolutely nothing to do with math. I'm sorry for the error and that my math sucks! This is what happens when math teachers tell you to relax and have fun when taking a test!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Are you sure this is mine, Sir?" Blackburn asked as he gaped at the beautiful room they walked into. Elrond chuckled and showed him where all his belongings were stored, the bathroom, and opened to the wardrobe to reveal tunics and breeches of various colors and designs.
"I thought you may need some clothes besides those you had, so I took the liberty of having some made for you."
"Holy." Blackburn started before he stopped himself from saying something that might offend Lord Elrond. "Thank you, sir. You have no idea how grateful I am," he said as he stood at attention. He wasn't exactly sure if that's what he was supposed to do, but he took his best guess.
Elrond laughed at this display of military discipline. "Worry not, my friend, it was no trouble at all," 'Given that you are exactly the same size as Legolas, it wasn't difficult at all,' Elrond smiled inwardly. "Truthfully, I cannot remember the last time I have been addressed in such a militaristic fashion," Elrond laughed.
"I'm sorry if it was inappropriate, sir," Blackburn said sheepishly. He certainly didn't want to make the Army Rangers look bad.
"No, no, it's quite alright! I just wish for you to know that you are free to relax here."
"Thank you, sir." Blackburn stood at ease.
"Well, perhaps you would like to wander a bit. I have things I must attend to, so I will not be able to accompany you, but please, feel free to explore." Blackburn stood at attention again, this time with a huge grin on his face.
"Yes, sir. Thank you again, sir." Elrond shook his head and smiled as he left the room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Blackburn was at a loss. He was overwhelmed by the room he was in, by the fact that he was walking already, and this whole deal with Elves being immortal. 'What the hell do they do with all that time?!' he wondered. He changed out of the light tunic and breeches that had been put on him and into his uniform. He was just about to leave the room to go exploring when he heard feminine laughter outside. Blackburn walked out onto his balcony and lost his breath. Not only did he have a great view of the exquisite buildings of Rivendell, but also of the valley that this place was settled in.
"So this is what they do with their time," Blackburn whispered to himself. He heard the laughing again and looked down into one of the gardens. There was a group of she-elves dancing around in a circle and were taking turns dancing in the middle. One of them saw him. She gasped, quickly curtsied, and started whispering to her friends. They all looked up at him, curtsied, and huddled together giggling and throwing glances his way.
"...Wow," he breathed, completely entranced. He was sure that he had never seen that many beautiful women together in one place. 'If the guys back home ever saw this place, they would never pick up a trashy magazine ever again,' he thought with a grin. Blackburn waved to them, and smiled. They squealed with delight and ran off to start gossiping, and he laughed as his eyes followed in the direction they ran off. "Well, maybe I'll just casually go see what else this place has to offer," Blackburn said with a sly grin.
"Then do allow me to join you," a voice said from behind him. He turned around to find Aragorn standing near the balcony door. "I would hate for you to get 'lost'," he said with a smirk, knowing full well what Blackburn was thinking. Give him a break, he was that age once. Blackburn stood at attention once more, his back ramrod straight, his face expressionless, eyes straight forward.
"Sorry, sir, I didn't hear you come in."
"That's alright, living with the Elves your whole life does that, and please, call me Aragorn. I heard you were up and I thought you might like some company on your little expedition."
"Thank you, sir, I mean, Aragorn. I would like that very much."
"Blackburn, at ease, my friend. There is no need to stand at attention around me. I wish to think of us as friends, or comrades at least. Please, do not regard me as a superior or someone greater than yourself. Friends, agreed?" Aragorn stuck out his hand.
"Uh, ok." Blackburn, although a bit bewildered, took it. 'He's obviously a high ranking officer, why wouldn't he want me to treat him as such?' he wondered. Besides Eversmann, no ranking officer had ever tried to be his friend before. Of course they were civil and looked out for him and the others, but they weren't truly friends. Aragorn clasped his arm in a warrior's grip.
"Shall we go then?" he asked with a grin. Blackburn smiled back and gave him a mock salute.
"Yes, sir, Captain Aragorn!" Aragorn gave him a playful punch on the shoulder and left the room with Blackburn at his heels. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As they toured the main house, Blackburn bombarded Aragorn with questions. He asked everything from what kinds of things they eat, what they do for fun (he couldn't wait to see the archery fields), if all She- Elves were really pretty (a question at which Aragorn smiled greatly), if Elves are really immortal and so on. He even got up the nerve to ask Aragorn why he didn't want to be treated as a superior officer. Aragorn sighed and told him the whole story about Isildur and his bloodline. To say that Blackburn was surprised doesn't begin to describe his reaction. He was floored. Literally. His knees gave out and he fell to the floor on his butt. Aragorn was slightly worried, thinking that maybe they had rushed his recovery. Blackburn insisted he was OK, but was still shocked at the fact that he was now friends with, technically, a king. They passed several Elves in the hallways, and they always gave Aragorn a courteous nod. However, when they saw Blackburn, eyes tended to grow wide, they gave tentative greetings, and always stared at his uniform and mostly-shaved head.
"Why to they keep looking at me like that?" Blackburn asked Aragorn, a little annoyed.
"Well, your clothing is a bit strange to us, and the elves pay special attention to their hair, so to see one who has purposely cut it off entirely is very shocking indeed," Aragorn half-lied. He knew that everyone was shocked by his uncanny likeness to the Mirkwood Prince in addition to his clothing and hair. He would not have been surprised if some thought he actually was Legolas. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They descended the stairs into one of the gardens. Blackburn was still asking away when he heard the feminine laughter again (A/N: He has very selective hearing, don't you agree?). Aragorn put a hand up to stop Blackburn from going over. He looked curiously at Aragorn only to find that he had a rather mischievous grin on his face. He motioned for Blackburn to follow him very quietly towards a small clearing, which Blackburn did surprisingly well for a human. As they neared the source of the giggling, Blackburn noticed there were two figures he hadn't seen before. Both were very tall and had long, raven-black hair. Aragorn stopped Blackburn a little ways away from the clearing and turned to him.
"Now Blackburn, I need you to do something for me. I need you to go into that clearing and over to those two elves with the black hair. I want you to act very friendly, but I also want you to act very horrible at the same time," Aragorn whispered so the elves wouldn't hear him.
"I don't follow," Blackburn said as his brow furrowed with confusion.
"Just go over there, act like you've known them for years, and do something to embarrass them, that's all I'm asking." Aragorn was on the verge of pleading. Blackburn was suspicious, but Aragorn had helped him out a lot, so he figured if he had a vendetta against the two elves, he'd help out. A return of a favor, if you will.
"OK, fine, but what do you want me to do?"
"I don't know, greet them how you'd greet a friend when you're drunk or something! But don't slur your words, act normally." Aragorn's eyes kept darting towards the clearing, hoping they wouldn't miss their chance.
"Easy enough," Blackburn said as he rubbed his hands together. "Let's do this." He allowed himself an evil, mischievous grin before schooling his face into a friendly smile and strode into the clearing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The twin sons of Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir, had been flirting with the she-elves for about ten minutes now and finally felt like they were getting somewhere, until some noisy fool came striding into the clearing. They were perturbed for exactly two seconds before their jaws dropped like lead weights when they saw who it was. Blackburn started waving at them, ran over, and promptly grabbed the both of them in a headlock.
"Hey guys, how's it goin'? The hell, ya puttin' your thing down or what?!" Blackburn looked up at one of the she-elves and grinned. "Hey cutie! What's a hot thing like you doin' talkin' to these dickweeds?" He winked at her as she flushed and hid her face behind her hand as she laughed, delightfully embarrassed. The rest of the she-elves flushed with jealousy.
"Legolas, what in Mandos' Halls are you doing?! Release us!" Elladan commanded.
"Have you lost your mind?!" Elrohir cried.
"Nah, this is just the kinda love I have for ya, man!"
"We're not Men!" Blackburn froze at this.
"You're shittin' me. Well, you sure look like guys. You check this morning?"
"Legolas!!" Elladan yelled.
"No, like I said, I'm not gonna "leggo" you," Blackburn said with a huge smile. Elladan groaned.
"What is wrong with you?! I said, "Legolas", not "Leggo us"!!"
"What? I don't get it. Ah, never mind." He let go of Elrohir and gave Elladan a noogie, who started yelling and screaming and cursing out Blackburn. With that, Aragron burst into hysterics and staggered into the clearing while laughing his ass off. The she-elves ran off laughing as soon as Aragorn appeared, realizing the whole thing was a rouse. Elladan wrenched himself out of Blackburn's grip.
"By the Valar, are you two possessed?!" he yelled and pointed at Blackburn, "And what in Mordor have you done to yourself?!"
"Excuse me?" Blackburn asked, once again mightily confused.
"Never mind that, I wish I had brought a sketch pad with me! You eyes were as large as dinner plates!" Aragorn laughed while wiping away tears of mirth. "Excellent job, young Blackburn." He clapped a hand on his shoulder.
"Blackburn?" the twins asked in unison. Their friend (or who they thought was their friend)'s appearance, speech, and lack of pointed ears threw them enough, but now they were thoroughly bewildered.
"Blackburn, this is Elladan and Elrohir, the twin sons of Elrond and my foster brothers," Aragorn told him. He took a good look at them and realized that they were indeed twins.
"Um. who's who?" he asked timidly.
"I am Elladan," said the twin on the right. " Who exactly are you? Aragorn, you be quiet," he said as he shot a look at Aragorn, who snickered in response.
"Private First Class Todd Blackburn of the United States Army Rangers, Sir!"
*I'll explain in a bit. And he doesn't know about Legolas yet, so don't say anything,* Aragorn said.
*Ah ha. So he doesn't know he looks exactly like Thranduil's son? When were you planning on telling him?* Elrohir asked.
*I have no idea. I was hoping to avoid the subject altogether. It would complicate things too much,* sighed Aragorn. He proceeded to explain everything that had happened concerning Blackburn since he was found, while Blackburn was sure they were talking about him, he just wasn't sure if it was good things or bad things.
"In any case," Elladan turned to him, "well met, Master Blackburn."
"Oh, yeah, well met, uh.. which one are you again?" Elladan chuckled and told him. Elrohir threw an arm over his shoulder.
"Well then, Master Blackburn, if you quite finished doing Aragorn's dirty work, let us show you the rest of Rivendell." Blackburn smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
"Sound great! I'd love to see more of this place. It's incredible!" The twins tuned to Aragorn with identical smiles.
"We'll take it from here. I'm sure you have other things to attend to, right?" Elrohir gave Aragorn a knowing grin, which was returned.
"Very well, then," Aragorn said with a mock bow and turned to Blackburn, "I leave you in the care of my foster brothers. I pray that you come back unscathed."
"Hey, hey, wait a minute, what's that supposed to mean?!" Blackburn asked in a worried voice as Aragorn walked away. That look that he had had on his face was extremely unsettling.
"Don't worry, my friend, we'll have fun, I promise," Elladan grinned as Elrohir dragged Blackburn down the garden path. "Come, let us show the archery fields." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Alright! Finally an update! Midterms are done now, so I'll try to update once a week. Next up: Frodo wakes up and the banquet. Yeah! And for all the bookverse people, don't worry, I'm getting rid of Elladan and Elrohir in the next chapter. Call their current presence a "pit stop", if you will. Tah for now!!
A/N: I forgot to mention in my last chapter: I know that it's pretty unrealistic that Blackburn recovered from a broken back in only three days, but for time purposes, I had to speed it up.
Also, there is pseudo-Elvish spoken in this chapter that is designated by **. I do actually know Elvish, but it's too much of a pain to translate everything, so just use your imagination.
One other thing, Vana E. was nice enough to point this out to me, I was wrong about Elrond studying for 7000 years. It should have been about 6 thousand. See, this is why I'm a film student and have absolutely nothing to do with math. I'm sorry for the error and that my math sucks! This is what happens when math teachers tell you to relax and have fun when taking a test!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Are you sure this is mine, Sir?" Blackburn asked as he gaped at the beautiful room they walked into. Elrond chuckled and showed him where all his belongings were stored, the bathroom, and opened to the wardrobe to reveal tunics and breeches of various colors and designs.
"I thought you may need some clothes besides those you had, so I took the liberty of having some made for you."
"Holy." Blackburn started before he stopped himself from saying something that might offend Lord Elrond. "Thank you, sir. You have no idea how grateful I am," he said as he stood at attention. He wasn't exactly sure if that's what he was supposed to do, but he took his best guess.
Elrond laughed at this display of military discipline. "Worry not, my friend, it was no trouble at all," 'Given that you are exactly the same size as Legolas, it wasn't difficult at all,' Elrond smiled inwardly. "Truthfully, I cannot remember the last time I have been addressed in such a militaristic fashion," Elrond laughed.
"I'm sorry if it was inappropriate, sir," Blackburn said sheepishly. He certainly didn't want to make the Army Rangers look bad.
"No, no, it's quite alright! I just wish for you to know that you are free to relax here."
"Thank you, sir." Blackburn stood at ease.
"Well, perhaps you would like to wander a bit. I have things I must attend to, so I will not be able to accompany you, but please, feel free to explore." Blackburn stood at attention again, this time with a huge grin on his face.
"Yes, sir. Thank you again, sir." Elrond shook his head and smiled as he left the room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Blackburn was at a loss. He was overwhelmed by the room he was in, by the fact that he was walking already, and this whole deal with Elves being immortal. 'What the hell do they do with all that time?!' he wondered. He changed out of the light tunic and breeches that had been put on him and into his uniform. He was just about to leave the room to go exploring when he heard feminine laughter outside. Blackburn walked out onto his balcony and lost his breath. Not only did he have a great view of the exquisite buildings of Rivendell, but also of the valley that this place was settled in.
"So this is what they do with their time," Blackburn whispered to himself. He heard the laughing again and looked down into one of the gardens. There was a group of she-elves dancing around in a circle and were taking turns dancing in the middle. One of them saw him. She gasped, quickly curtsied, and started whispering to her friends. They all looked up at him, curtsied, and huddled together giggling and throwing glances his way.
"...Wow," he breathed, completely entranced. He was sure that he had never seen that many beautiful women together in one place. 'If the guys back home ever saw this place, they would never pick up a trashy magazine ever again,' he thought with a grin. Blackburn waved to them, and smiled. They squealed with delight and ran off to start gossiping, and he laughed as his eyes followed in the direction they ran off. "Well, maybe I'll just casually go see what else this place has to offer," Blackburn said with a sly grin.
"Then do allow me to join you," a voice said from behind him. He turned around to find Aragorn standing near the balcony door. "I would hate for you to get 'lost'," he said with a smirk, knowing full well what Blackburn was thinking. Give him a break, he was that age once. Blackburn stood at attention once more, his back ramrod straight, his face expressionless, eyes straight forward.
"Sorry, sir, I didn't hear you come in."
"That's alright, living with the Elves your whole life does that, and please, call me Aragorn. I heard you were up and I thought you might like some company on your little expedition."
"Thank you, sir, I mean, Aragorn. I would like that very much."
"Blackburn, at ease, my friend. There is no need to stand at attention around me. I wish to think of us as friends, or comrades at least. Please, do not regard me as a superior or someone greater than yourself. Friends, agreed?" Aragorn stuck out his hand.
"Uh, ok." Blackburn, although a bit bewildered, took it. 'He's obviously a high ranking officer, why wouldn't he want me to treat him as such?' he wondered. Besides Eversmann, no ranking officer had ever tried to be his friend before. Of course they were civil and looked out for him and the others, but they weren't truly friends. Aragorn clasped his arm in a warrior's grip.
"Shall we go then?" he asked with a grin. Blackburn smiled back and gave him a mock salute.
"Yes, sir, Captain Aragorn!" Aragorn gave him a playful punch on the shoulder and left the room with Blackburn at his heels. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As they toured the main house, Blackburn bombarded Aragorn with questions. He asked everything from what kinds of things they eat, what they do for fun (he couldn't wait to see the archery fields), if all She- Elves were really pretty (a question at which Aragorn smiled greatly), if Elves are really immortal and so on. He even got up the nerve to ask Aragorn why he didn't want to be treated as a superior officer. Aragorn sighed and told him the whole story about Isildur and his bloodline. To say that Blackburn was surprised doesn't begin to describe his reaction. He was floored. Literally. His knees gave out and he fell to the floor on his butt. Aragorn was slightly worried, thinking that maybe they had rushed his recovery. Blackburn insisted he was OK, but was still shocked at the fact that he was now friends with, technically, a king. They passed several Elves in the hallways, and they always gave Aragorn a courteous nod. However, when they saw Blackburn, eyes tended to grow wide, they gave tentative greetings, and always stared at his uniform and mostly-shaved head.
"Why to they keep looking at me like that?" Blackburn asked Aragorn, a little annoyed.
"Well, your clothing is a bit strange to us, and the elves pay special attention to their hair, so to see one who has purposely cut it off entirely is very shocking indeed," Aragorn half-lied. He knew that everyone was shocked by his uncanny likeness to the Mirkwood Prince in addition to his clothing and hair. He would not have been surprised if some thought he actually was Legolas. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They descended the stairs into one of the gardens. Blackburn was still asking away when he heard the feminine laughter again (A/N: He has very selective hearing, don't you agree?). Aragorn put a hand up to stop Blackburn from going over. He looked curiously at Aragorn only to find that he had a rather mischievous grin on his face. He motioned for Blackburn to follow him very quietly towards a small clearing, which Blackburn did surprisingly well for a human. As they neared the source of the giggling, Blackburn noticed there were two figures he hadn't seen before. Both were very tall and had long, raven-black hair. Aragorn stopped Blackburn a little ways away from the clearing and turned to him.
"Now Blackburn, I need you to do something for me. I need you to go into that clearing and over to those two elves with the black hair. I want you to act very friendly, but I also want you to act very horrible at the same time," Aragorn whispered so the elves wouldn't hear him.
"I don't follow," Blackburn said as his brow furrowed with confusion.
"Just go over there, act like you've known them for years, and do something to embarrass them, that's all I'm asking." Aragorn was on the verge of pleading. Blackburn was suspicious, but Aragorn had helped him out a lot, so he figured if he had a vendetta against the two elves, he'd help out. A return of a favor, if you will.
"OK, fine, but what do you want me to do?"
"I don't know, greet them how you'd greet a friend when you're drunk or something! But don't slur your words, act normally." Aragorn's eyes kept darting towards the clearing, hoping they wouldn't miss their chance.
"Easy enough," Blackburn said as he rubbed his hands together. "Let's do this." He allowed himself an evil, mischievous grin before schooling his face into a friendly smile and strode into the clearing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The twin sons of Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir, had been flirting with the she-elves for about ten minutes now and finally felt like they were getting somewhere, until some noisy fool came striding into the clearing. They were perturbed for exactly two seconds before their jaws dropped like lead weights when they saw who it was. Blackburn started waving at them, ran over, and promptly grabbed the both of them in a headlock.
"Hey guys, how's it goin'? The hell, ya puttin' your thing down or what?!" Blackburn looked up at one of the she-elves and grinned. "Hey cutie! What's a hot thing like you doin' talkin' to these dickweeds?" He winked at her as she flushed and hid her face behind her hand as she laughed, delightfully embarrassed. The rest of the she-elves flushed with jealousy.
"Legolas, what in Mandos' Halls are you doing?! Release us!" Elladan commanded.
"Have you lost your mind?!" Elrohir cried.
"Nah, this is just the kinda love I have for ya, man!"
"We're not Men!" Blackburn froze at this.
"You're shittin' me. Well, you sure look like guys. You check this morning?"
"Legolas!!" Elladan yelled.
"No, like I said, I'm not gonna "leggo" you," Blackburn said with a huge smile. Elladan groaned.
"What is wrong with you?! I said, "Legolas", not "Leggo us"!!"
"What? I don't get it. Ah, never mind." He let go of Elrohir and gave Elladan a noogie, who started yelling and screaming and cursing out Blackburn. With that, Aragron burst into hysterics and staggered into the clearing while laughing his ass off. The she-elves ran off laughing as soon as Aragorn appeared, realizing the whole thing was a rouse. Elladan wrenched himself out of Blackburn's grip.
"By the Valar, are you two possessed?!" he yelled and pointed at Blackburn, "And what in Mordor have you done to yourself?!"
"Excuse me?" Blackburn asked, once again mightily confused.
"Never mind that, I wish I had brought a sketch pad with me! You eyes were as large as dinner plates!" Aragorn laughed while wiping away tears of mirth. "Excellent job, young Blackburn." He clapped a hand on his shoulder.
"Blackburn?" the twins asked in unison. Their friend (or who they thought was their friend)'s appearance, speech, and lack of pointed ears threw them enough, but now they were thoroughly bewildered.
"Blackburn, this is Elladan and Elrohir, the twin sons of Elrond and my foster brothers," Aragorn told him. He took a good look at them and realized that they were indeed twins.
"Um. who's who?" he asked timidly.
"I am Elladan," said the twin on the right. " Who exactly are you? Aragorn, you be quiet," he said as he shot a look at Aragorn, who snickered in response.
"Private First Class Todd Blackburn of the United States Army Rangers, Sir!"
*I'll explain in a bit. And he doesn't know about Legolas yet, so don't say anything,* Aragorn said.
*Ah ha. So he doesn't know he looks exactly like Thranduil's son? When were you planning on telling him?* Elrohir asked.
*I have no idea. I was hoping to avoid the subject altogether. It would complicate things too much,* sighed Aragorn. He proceeded to explain everything that had happened concerning Blackburn since he was found, while Blackburn was sure they were talking about him, he just wasn't sure if it was good things or bad things.
"In any case," Elladan turned to him, "well met, Master Blackburn."
"Oh, yeah, well met, uh.. which one are you again?" Elladan chuckled and told him. Elrohir threw an arm over his shoulder.
"Well then, Master Blackburn, if you quite finished doing Aragorn's dirty work, let us show you the rest of Rivendell." Blackburn smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
"Sound great! I'd love to see more of this place. It's incredible!" The twins tuned to Aragorn with identical smiles.
"We'll take it from here. I'm sure you have other things to attend to, right?" Elrohir gave Aragorn a knowing grin, which was returned.
"Very well, then," Aragorn said with a mock bow and turned to Blackburn, "I leave you in the care of my foster brothers. I pray that you come back unscathed."
"Hey, hey, wait a minute, what's that supposed to mean?!" Blackburn asked in a worried voice as Aragorn walked away. That look that he had had on his face was extremely unsettling.
"Don't worry, my friend, we'll have fun, I promise," Elladan grinned as Elrohir dragged Blackburn down the garden path. "Come, let us show the archery fields." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Alright! Finally an update! Midterms are done now, so I'll try to update once a week. Next up: Frodo wakes up and the banquet. Yeah! And for all the bookverse people, don't worry, I'm getting rid of Elladan and Elrohir in the next chapter. Call their current presence a "pit stop", if you will. Tah for now!!