"I am going to fall," Celebiathion calmly stated.
My brothers were in the forest playing and Celebiathion just happened to be hanging from a tree.
"No you are not," Lossenethir argued but it didn't look too good. "Just swing your leg up onto that branch."
"O.k." Celebiathion did as he was bid and swung his leg up over the branch to his right and the followed suite with his other leg. He now hung upside down on the branch. "Thanks. This really helped."
"You're supposed to grab the branch as well," Windarion chimed.
"I could have used this information earlier," Celebiathion said remaining eerily calm.
"I'm coming up there," Lossenethir said quietly.
"No don't. I do not need an injured brother," Celebiathion said a little agitated at his current dilemma.
"Nor do I," Lossenethir said as he began to climb up the tree.
"While you two are up there dangling from branches, I'll get some leaves to break your falls," Windarion said and left the two up in the tree, to find some leaves.
"Great, no little brother to fall on," Celebiathion groaned.
"You cannot use him like a cushion to break your fall!" Lossenethir said annoyed.
"I was kidding," Celebiathion laughed. "Lighten up a bit, eh?"
"It's hard to 'lighten up' when my older brother wished to use our youngest brother as a cushion," Lossenethir stuck his tongue out at Celebiathion as he inched closer toward him.
"I think this is enough leaves!" Windarion called up to the two. He had been going back and forth placing leaves where they would land. Lossenethir still moved closer.
"O.k!" He called down to Windarion.
"Don't come any closer both of our weights will break the branch!" Celebiathion said as he heard the branch creak.
"Here, grab my hand!" Lossenethir held out his hand to Celebiathion and stretched his arm as far as he possibly could. Celebiathion stretched his arm to Lossenethir. It took a lot of effort but eventually the clasped hands and Lossenethir pulled Celebiathion onto the branch, only to have it snap and they both fell to the ground with a small thud.
"Ow," Celebiathion groaned.
"Pain…Everywhere…" Lossenethir groaned. Windarion, however, burst out laughing. His brothers were covered in leaves and if he hadn't piled them there they would be worse off.
"What, dear brother, is so funny?" Celebiathion snapped through his pain.
"Look at you both!" Windarion could barely contain himself.
"No, not at me. Just 'Thir," Celebiathion laughed as he threw a handful of leaves into his brother's face. Lossenethir had opened his mouth to protest what was said about him and he caught a mouthful of leaves, which made his brothers laugh even harder. This launched them into a heated leaf-throwing battle.
Finally, when all leaves were thrown and forgotten, none of the three could breath, they were laughing so hard.
"Windarion! Lossenethir! Celebiathion!" A familiar voice called.
"Coming, dad!" Celebiathion called in the direction of the voice.
Just then, father strode into the part of the forest in which they had been playing. His jaw dropped at the sight of my brothers.
"What happened to you three?" He asked nearly doubling over with laughter.
"Nothing more than usual, father," Windarion answered. They had came home pretty messy before, but this was hilarious to father. They all had leaves in their hair.
"This is new. Never, have I seen you with leaves in your hair, though I suppose this is minor compared to mud and such," father commented. Right then, the three boys attacked their father, slinging leaves this way and that while all four of them roared with laughter.
"I think we should be heading back, it's family dinner time again," father said as he regained his composure.
"What?" Windarion asked. They had never had a family dinner in his 100 years. "Family dinner, again?"
"What I meant was-," Father started.
"What he meant was, last time we had a family dinner, eight months later we ended up with you," Celebiathion said quietly. Lossenethir punched him in the arm. "Ow!"
"That is what you get for being so cruel," Lossenethir said a little peeved. Father chuckled at the way his children bickered.
"Is that what really happened, dad?" Windarion asked.
"It is," he answered quietly as the palace came into view.
"Oh," Windarion said quietly.
"It was a great night and both of your brothers were over excited about you," father said trying to cheer Windarion up. Windarion smiled. Father's plan had worked.
Slowly, father and sons made their way back to their home. They entered the palace. It was bustling just as usual.
"Too late to clean up, boys," father said as they walked toward the dining hall. Lossenethir sighed and they all tried to pick the leaves, twigs and such from their hair.
"Do you think it is what I think it is, again?" Celebiathion asked Lossenethir, who laughed.
"Without a doubt," he said simply.
Soon, they were at the dining room door.
"Well, here goes nothing," Celebiathion whispered faintly as they entered the hall. What they saw shocked them.
No extra plates, just mother sitting and waiting for them quietly. When they had entered she had looked up and smiled. They all took their seats and were served. The dinner went by quietly enough, quiet talk and no one asking why they were there. They were all just happy to be together. Though, Lossenethir and Celebiathion knew that the news of another brother was soon to come. Before long, dinner was finished and the boys had retired to their room.
All three of my brothers walked to their room, with every intention of sleeping for they had eaten their fill at dinner.
"When do you think she will tell us?" Celebiathion asked. Lossenethir went into his vision trance, without warning, and Celebiathion caught him just before he hit the ground.
"We will know very soon. Much sooner than one thinks," Lossenethir said his voice was strangely deep and wispy.
"What's happening?" Windarion asked frightened.
"Shh… Just let him have his vision. It's o.k. Lossenethir, we're here," Celebiathion hugged Lossenethir as he shivered.
Slowly, Lossenethir came out of his trance.
"Why are we on the ground?" He asked completely oblivious to what happened.
"A vision," Celebiathion said helping him to his feet. "You terrified Windarion!"
"Sorry, Windarion. I suppose we should have told you about this before it happened, but now you know," Lossenethir said to Windarion quietly. Windarion nodded silently, still shocked from what happened to Lossenethir.
So they walked into their room. Two small cradles were in their room.
"No way, not-," Celebiathion started.
"Twins," Windarion finished.
All three shouted into the hall.
* * *
"So, Elemmiire, is there something you're not telling me?" Father asked my mother as they both returned to their room.
"Mmmm?" She answered quietly.
"I knew it," he said quietly. She just looked at him. "You are, aren't you?"
Mother opened her mouth to speak but she was cut off.
* * *
"MOM!!! DAD!!!" All three of my brothers shouted down the hall.
Mother and father tore out of their room and down the corridor, their sons had just screamed like someone had been murdered.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Father said as he dashed into their room. My brothers were standing there gaping at the two cradles. Father's jaw dropped as he spotted them. "I knew it," he whispered. "I knew it."
Mother was having trouble holding herself up in the door frame, she was laughing so hard. She had never seen them act in such a way toward to simple cradles. The four turned on her.
"What is so funny?" Windarion asked a little bit indignantly.
"Honestly, look at you four. Standing there with your mouths open," she laughed. "You act as if you've never seen a cradle, well two cradles."
"Are we to have another brother then?" Celebiathion asked. Mother straightened herself up.
"Two in fact," she said quietly.
* * *
Mother and father lay in bed sleeping quietly. A sharp pain seized mother in the midst of sleep and she woke with a gasp. She took a deep breath to brace herself for the next. It seized her again. She nudged father to get up. Her new sons would be there soon.
"Elemmiire, it's late," father said groggily not knowing what time it was only that it was dark, he wanted to sleep and he had a full day tomorrow.
"I don't care what time it is!" She nearly shouted only holding back because the rest of the palace still slept. "Your sons will be here soon."
"Oh my goodness," Father gasped. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm fairly sure!" She gasped as another contraction attacked her and she curled into a ball.
Immediately, father was out of the bed and had changed.
"I'll be right back, Elemmiire. I'll fetch the midwife," He said as he strode to the door.
"No, Thranduil," she said between contractions. "You will have to deliver your sons. There is no time for you to run to the other… side… of… the palace and back… again."
"M-me?" He stammered.
"Yes, you," she could not hold back her cries of pain any longer.
"B-but I know nothing of delivering babies," he said helplessly.
"Well, now is a good time to learn," she breathed. Father began to move franticly around the room gathering herbs and towels and the basin of water. "Thranduil! Calm down. We'll get through this."
"I'm trying, Elemmiire," father said quietly as he returned to her side. "What do I do?"
"First thing, pile these blankets behind me there is no time for… for… pillows!" She shouted the last word as another contraction wrenched at her.
"O.k." Father obeyed. "Now what?"
"Your son is what," she breathed. She began to push and father's eyes grew wide at experiencing what a midwife does firsthand. "Thranduil, twist his shoulders!" Mother instructed impatiently. Father did as he was bid and a small boy slid into his hands. He looked up at mother, tears in his eyes. "Quickly, put him a in blanket and set him in the bassinette, we are not finished yet."
Father did that quickly before returning to his wife and second twin. The second twin was out in the world in an instant, though with a little help from father.
"Well, darling, have they names?" Father asked mother, gently.
"They do, this is Maikalindë," Mother said about the smaller child. "And this handsome little fellow is Thalionlass."
The only way we could tell Maikalindë and Thalionlass apart was that Maikalindë was smaller and shorter than his twin. They also dressed differently, Maikalindë favoured colours of the earth while Thalionlass favoured dark blues and silvers. They both had dark blonde hair. Their eyes were bright, sky blue. They were our troublemakers. Always behind anything that went wrong. Most of the time their pranks were funny because they hardly ever used me as the subject thereof. We had always suspected that, like the twins of Imladris, Elladan and Elrohir, they were lovers. Something we thought began with their connection of sharing the womb. We never did mention their relationship growing up. We thought they would tell us when they were ready, which eventually they did. My brothers and I knew they were afraid to tell us because if father found out he would throw a fit. You see, he never did approve of same sex relationships, let alone one between his twin sons.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that refers to Tolkien's genius. Everything else though, I do.A/N: So how was that? Has everyone given up on reviewing or something? Oh well, all I can do is write in hopes that you will like it and will review. Anyway, was that everything you wanted it to be? It was good for me was it good for you? (haha sorry I just had to say it! :- )!) I probably butchered Celebiathion Lossenethir and Windarion's elven grace and all but it helps everything tie together. Well, thank you for reviewing all of you who did and will! I hope to have another chapter up tomorrow. Well, that's it for now. Bye! Luv, Gia