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 2: Yank their hair and they'll pay attention

Elrohir's POV

Something important was happening. Ada and naneth looked happy, but preoccupied and my brother and I were dressed in some unusual clothes. Ada picked me up, naneth picked Elladan and we walked down the stairs into the main court. A little later a great number of elves came through the gates, in front of them two beautiful elves whom we have never seen. The man got off his horse, helped the woman and then came to us. Ada and naneth bowed low in front of them and hugged them tightly.

Naneth pushed me and Elladan in front and said:

- Naneth, ada, these are our sons, Elladan and Elrohir. They have grown up since last you saw them.

- Hello, little one, said the man. I am your grandfather, Celeborn.

He had eyes just like naneth, filled with love, kindness and joy. I smiled at him and raised my arms. Gladly he picked me up and put me on his shoulder. I looked down at Elladan and started laughing when I saw the disappointment in his eyes. The lady gently took his hand and said:

- And I am your grandmother, Galadriel. I can not promise that I can put you on my shoulder, like your grandfather, but do you want to come in my arms?

My brother actually jumped in her arms and she started laughing. We started to go back to the house, our parents right in front of us, holding hands. My brother and I were making faces at each other until we noticed that the four adults weren't paying much attention to us, being too busy talking among themselves. I did not like that at all, so I thought of a way to attract their attention: I grabbed a handful of my grandfather's silver hair and yanked it with all my might.

I heard sort of a yelp and immediately everybody looked at me, ada and naneth worried and grandmother with a twinkle in her eyes. Grandfather grabbed me by my armpits, brought me in front of him and said:

-You little imp. You like to be the center of attention, don't you?

He started laughing and twirled me around. So I learnt something new: if you want to be paid attention to, yank their hair.

Celeborn's POV

I never thought the trip from Lothlórien to Imladris would take so long. Every time I visited my little Celebrían it seemed like I was in front of her before I knew it, but now I wished we could move faster and faster.

- Peace, hervenn-nín, we can not ride any harder than this, I heard the amused voice of my beloved.

- I know, Artanis, I know, but it feels like we barely move.

- You are most impatient, meleth-nín, to meet our grandchildren. And they will still be there if we arrive in four days.

- You are right, I kissed her hand. As always.

- Perhaps then we can let our horses rest and our companion's breath. Not one of them had time to even do that since we left Lothlórien.

- So be it, I sighed.

A few hours later we were back on the road, this time riding at a normal pace. I missed terrible my little Celebrían and I was anxious to see the two new additions to our family. Last time I saw them they were barely a few months old and almost two years passed since then.

I always thought the valley in which my son-in-law build his house was beautiful, but never so much as when I saw him with one of the twins in his arms and my Celebrían with the other one, waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs. I would've jumped off the horse right to them, but I remembered in time to help my wife. As soon as her feet touched the ground I rushed with her to our family. After warmly embracing the adults, Celebrían pushed the little ones in front of her and introduced them to us again. As though there was any doubt they were their sons.

I kneeled in front of them as told them I'm their grandfather. It melted my heart when one of them, I could not tell them apart yet, raised his arms to me and smiled. I put him on my shoulder and held him tight with all the pride of a grandfather.

He started laughing and pointing at his brother who was still on the ground, with a disappointed look on his face. I wanted to take him on my other shoulder, but my wife beat me to it and with a few gentle words got him to take his place in her arms.

We moved along, towards the house, talking lightly with Elrond and Celebrían, as they were telling us stories about the twins. All of a sudden I felt my hair pulled hard and before I could stop myself I yelped very unbecoming an elf-lord. Elrond looked mortified at his son, but my beloved barely suppressed her laughter.

I grabbed the little imp by his armpits and twirled him around to show him I was not upset with him. And only then I noticed that the Galadhrim who were following us must have heard me and had a hard time not smiling. I looked stern at Haldir, but I quickly turned my attention back to the elfling before he decided again to punish me because he was not the center of my attention.

TBC…