Disclaimer: I wish I own them, I really do, but it's just wishful thinking. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and Eru. And I'm neither.

Author's note: There will be no slash, no MS and no love stories except for the canon ones. Elladan and Elrohir are loving brothers, Elrond and later Thrandúil are loving fathers and wise rulers, not abusing bastards. That's about it.

Chapter 1:  Cry, cry harder and scream as loud as you can

Elladan's POV

One of my first memories is that of a beautiful woman holding me in her arms, looking at me with a smile that lit her whole face. Her soft hand was caressing my hair and all I felt was peace and safety.

I was ready to fall asleep again when all of the sudden somebody else took me from the arms of the beautiful woman. I opened my eyes and I saw the kind face of a man who was looking at me with wonder in his eyes. He looked gentle and loving, but he was not the woman, so I started crying. Immediately the wonder changed to distress and he handed me over.

I kept looking at him and I saw him picking up another bundle. Somehow it felt like that bundle was very important to me and I wanted to be close to him. So I started crying again. The man looked at me and quickly handed the bundle to the woman.  I saw the pain in his eyes and I wanted to ease it. I cried again and screamed and raised my arms towards him.

The wonder was back in his eyes as carefully picked me up and held me close to him. The woman handed him the other bundle and he sat in a chair with a big smile on his face and the two of us close to his body.

I fell asleep soon after that, but not before learning a new thing: if you cry and scream loud enough everything will be done as you wish it.

Elrond's POV

I was still in awe. Six months have passed since my sons have opened their eyes and looked upon us and I could still not believe they were here. So much alike, Elladan and Elrohir already showed signs of different characters. While Elrohir was usually quiet, Elladan showed all of us what powerful lungs he had.

- Come, meleth-nín, my beautiful wife told me smiling. Come and pick up your sons.

- I don't know, Brí, I don't know if I am going to be a good father, I hesitated.

- You will be a wonderful father, don't worry. But only if you gather enough courage to come close to them.

- But what if they won't like me?

- Why wouldn't hey? she laughed. You are the most wonderful elf in the world, you love them and you will always will. Come, take Elladan.

I wasn't sure it was such a good idea, but I gathered my little son in my arms. He took one look at me and started crying. I looked in dismay at Brí and handed her Elladan. While she was trying to calm him I decided to hold Elrohir, but that has proven to be a wrong idea. Elladan saw me with his twin in my arms and screamed at the top of his lungs.

- I told you they will not like me, I told my wife trying to keep the distress out of my voice.

- Nonsense, meleth-nín. He is just cranky because he needs sleep, that is all.

All of a sudden Elladan started crying again and as I wanted to move away from him and his brother I noticed something that filled me with joy and wonder. My son was raising his arms to me, he wanted to be with me.

After Brí put both of them in my arms, I sat on a chair and smiled. My sons liked me, my sons wanted to be with me. Life was wonderful again.

TBC