Thank to my reviewers.
Eccentric Beauty: Love ya in a non-homo way, Furbs. You were my first reviewer on my bestest fanfic yet. I'm taking my time on this one and checking it twice. I want to know which twin is naughty and which is nice.
Farflung: Thanks for reviewing. Few people put that much into a review. ^_^ Appreciate it. And I'm pretty sure this plot will keep you intrigued for a time.
Author's note: When I reach the point about the War of the Ring, I intend to leave it out. You've all read the books I trust and know what happened. The intent of this story is to bring up what was not discussed. I won't waste my breath personifying the Mouth of Sauron.
Images of Broken Light
Chapter One
They were like statues. It was as if the rest of the world had simply disappeared and all there was in the world was four arms and four legs and two perfectly identical faces. The moon was high outside, not a cloud in the sky. With the window open, the lighting cast an ethereal glow on the Elven twins. They could not have been older than five in human years.
As it had become customary, Elrohir would sneak down the hall every night to Elladan's room due to a frightful dream. The younger twin would be welcomed into the room by a sleepless older brother. After a long and tiring conversation on something completely irrelevant, Elrohir would fall asleep, Elladan hugging him close and the two children would be found like that in the morning by a very annoyed Lord Glorfindel.
This night was no different. Elrohir had come into the room like usual, and they had their conversation as usual, and as morning approached, Glorfindel headed towards Elladan's room to wake both twins as usual. His mutterings could be heard in Mirkwood if it weren't for the fact that it was so early and the Elven Lord was lacking just enough sleep to keep him quiet.
As he opened the door, the familiar sight became visible. Elladan awoke upon the creaking of the door, looking up at Glorfindel. His gaze was questioning as he shook Elrohir lightly to wake him.
"Time to get up, Elflings. Your father awaits you in the dining hall with breakfast. Please be quick. No need to go back to your room, Elrohir. We all know you can pick matching clothing without even discussing it. No need to show off your talents today." And with that, Glorfindel, who had only spoken with the least enthusiam, closed the door and made his way towards breakfast.
Elrohir hopped out of the bed, headed for Elladan's closet. He quickly picked one of Elladan's tunics and slipped it on. "I don't see what has Glorfindel in such a foul mood. We were simply sleeping. And its not my fault we wear the same thing almost every day."
Elladan laughed, sitting up and rebraiding his hair quickly. "Glorfindel is just upset because I don't go to your room. If you didn't notice, your room is closer to his and breakfast is the other way. And please, don't get dressed out of my closet anymore. I'm seriously lacking clothing and you're doubling up!"
Elrohir gave an almost silent 'pfft' noise before looking in the mirror to rearrange his hair. Elladan looked questioningly without a word. He walked over and began pulling on Elrohir's braids. "Don't you ever take these out?!"
Elrohir swatted his hands away. He frowned deeply. "NO! Leave me alone! Naneth did them well so I told her not to touch them again and I haven't since!" He walked out of the room, dressed but still looking quite messy. Elladan threw on some clothing on his way down the hall. Children had no shame.
Author's note: I know its short. I'm expecting short chapters in mass quantity though. And I'm dead tired. If you care what happened at breakfast to Glorfy, just keep reading.