Disclaimer: Still don't own it.
Author's note: Apologies for the extreme delay. No, I don't have a very good excuse. Read it anyway!
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Pulling out another piece of parchment, Biric began to draw the twins. Inside a heart, of course. He hoped he could capture their beauty...
There, a line added and Elrohir's torso was on the page. Another couple of lines and Elrohir had complete arms. A bit more work and Elrohir's face was done. Some coloring and Elrohir's long, black hair was finished. Biric quickly finished the lines that became the table, then started work on Elladan. Once that was finished, he added the single most important feature: the heart around the entire picture.
Just before Biric could add "I love Elladan and Elrohir" to the drawing, one of his fellow elves from Mirkwood spotted him under the table.
"What did you drop?" the other elf asked, making Biric jolt up and slam his head into the table he had been hiding under. "I'm sure I can help you find it." The elf decided to ignore the fact that he'd seen Biric lying there drawing for an extended period of time.
"Uh..." Biric was definitely caught off guard. Well, he was either caught off guard or he had a concussion from slamming his head into the table. Either way, he recovered quickly and said, "I was searching for my quill. Now I've found it." He quickly scrambled to his feet.
On the way up, however, Biric's companion got a good look at Biric's drawing. After he glanced out the window and saw the stable, doors swung wide to let air in, with two black horses visible in it, the elf quickly guesses that that was the subject of the drawing. When the elf said that the horses looked very pretty, Biric nearly exploded.
When Biric had calmed down some, the poor elf tentatively said, "So maybe the building is more like... an irregular polygon than a rectangle. Your horses have gotten very good! Their stick legs are almost the same length this time. And you've done an excellent job with their manes." At Biric's icy glare, the elf darted out of the library and, judging by his speed and direction, was halfway to Mirkwood by sunset.
Biric looked down at his stick-figure drawing with the very messed up heart/stable. With a sigh, he glanced around suspiciously, then quickly scrawled "I love Elladan and Elrohir" on the paper. Now it was finished.
Seeing the twins and Estel leaving the library mentioning something about spending time in the warm summer sun, Biric carefully folded up the drawing, rescued his crumpled poem, and followed them outside.
When he had the twins in sight again, he saw that their heads were close together and that they were having a quiet, rather suspicious, discussion. Deciding that they had noticed his eternal love for them and were realizing that they harbored similar feelings for him, he quickly joined them.
There was a slight scuffle as Elladan stole the crossword puzzle from his brother. Biric said, "Hello. Have you realized that you are madly in love with me yet?"
Neither twin batted an eyelash. "Yeah, whatever. Ask Father. By the way, do you happen to know if 'Manwe' is 83 down?" one of the twins asked distractedly. In fact, the only one who'd really processed what Biric had said was Estel, who was rolling around on the ground laughing. Neither the twins nor Biric paid him any attention.
Biric was floating on cloud nine. The twins had just admitted that they loved him! He was sure of it. They had even mentioned Manwe, whose name had to be invoked at weddings! He happily wandered off.
When Biric came across a field littered with daisies, he couldn't resist picking one. And once he picked it, he was tempted to play the "loves me, loves me not" game. But didn't he already know they loved him?
Suddenly Biric froze. He knew one of the twins loved him, because one of the twins had spoken. What about the other twin? He hadn't said anything. What if only one twin loved him? Which one was it?
Looking down at the flower, inspiration hit. Biric yanked off a petal. "Elladan loves me."
Another petal. "Elrohir loves me."
A third petal went flying. "They BOTH love me."
"Elladan...Elrohir...both..." The cycle continued until the last petal fell with an "Elrohir loves me." That was it then? Just Elrohir? What about Elladan?
However, Biric's eyes quickly lit upon a brown, dried up, dead petal barely clinging to the rest of the now-mutilated flower. Biric ripped this petal off with unnecessary vigor and shouted, "They both love me! Yes! HOORAY! They both love me!" He was quite oblivious when almost all of the elves in the surrounding area fled the scene immediately.
In fact, the only people left were Elladan, Elrohir, and Estel. He raced over to the twins and happily exclaimed, "You both love me!" Biric was jumping up and down like a very excited three-year-old.
"Of course. Isn't Luthien the lady who loved Beren so much that she helped him challenge Morgoth to get the Silmaril her father demanded before he'd allow them to marry?"
Another reference to love! Biric was ecstatic. He completely ignored Elrohir making fun of Elladan's summary, saying it was over-simplified and incredibly lacking in poetry. He also ignored Elladan's comeback that summaries were supposed to be short and simple, not as long as the book they came from and certainly not in iambic pentameter.
Biric floated for the rest of the day, completely convinced that the twins were in love with him. In fact, he completely floated for the remaining two days of his stay in Imladris. And for the trip back to Mirkwood. And... well, you get the point. He was sad to be leaving them, but was comforted by the fact that he'd see them in a few short weeks, when they came to Lorien for the wedding. And he could always just busy himself with floating. After all, he'd been getting some practice in.
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A/N: I'd give you some estimate of when I'll get the next chapter up, but I'm quite sure that I won't manage to have it up by then. Let's see if putting up a timeframe is what jinxes these uploads.