Author's Note: Sorry about the slow update, I've been fighting the age-old battle against "writer's block". Luckily I've come through it undefeated and can now continue this story.
Chapter 5: Decisions.
"He's going to eat me" Aragorn cried again holding onto Glorfindel's leg tears rolling down his face.
Glorfindel looked down at him with a weird look on his face, somewhere between confusion, annoyance and laughter. He was starting to regret coming into Erestor's office in the first place. There were plenty off other elves for him to go riding with but no, he had to have chosen Erestor and end up with a small boy clinging onto his leg.
"Aragorn" said Glorfindel sighing "Why do you think Lord Erestor here is going to eat you?"
Meanwhile Elladan was walking past the blacksmith's which also specialised in jewellery when he paused and stared at the building. He had the strangest feeling that he had forgotten something important. However what it was he really couldn't remember. He had always had a bad memory for this sort of thing, usually relying on his brother to remember for him. He started at the jewellers/blacksmiths for a few minutes when he remembered that he had been meaning to ask them to make him a new dagger, having leant his to Elrohir who had a history of not returning his brothers things. Figuring this must be what he had been forgetting he entered the blacksmiths to order a dagger.
After a good half hour of arguing and Aragorn's constant begging off "Why can't Glorfy teach me" (he couldn't pronounce Glorfindel very well so he had shortened it to "Glorfy") The three elf lord managed to not only to convince Aragorn that Erestor had no plans off eating him or any one else, but also to let Erestor teach him. This off course came at the cost that Glrofindel would teach Aragorn how to use both a sword and bow and arrows, even though he was really to young. Elrond had only agreed to this because he could trust Glorfindel to keep a close eye on Aragorn when it came to weapons and protect Aragorn from any harm he could cause to himself or those around him. With these arrangements settled Glorfindel and Elrond left Erestor and Aragorn and went to find Elrond's sons. They found Elrohir in the training grounds and because he had no idea where his brother had got to they decided that Elrohir would have to represent both the twins.
"I need someone to go to Bree for me." Elrond said directing his gaze at Elrohir so it was clear who that "someone" was. Elrohir looked disappointed, he didn't like Bree as it was no where near as beautiful as Rivendell and was full of humans and not elves.
"Let me guess, you need a pony for Aragorn?" Asked Elrohir who had been expecting this request for some time.
"You have guessed correctly" said Elrond slightly surprised that his son knew him so well. "And before you complain about there being no other elves there, you can take your brother"
Elrohir was just about to open his mouth to object when Elrond continued "Bree doesn't smell, despite what you say. The people there are not evil or primitive like you seem to believe and I really don't care if they stare at you or not." Elrond finished. Elrohir glared at Elrond, all off his arguments for going had already been used up and as he couldn't think of any more he had no choice but to agree unless….
"Don't you want someone to destroy those orcs that Aragron said killed his father?" Elrohir tried, he would much rather go to war than go to Bree.
"Yes." Said Elrond "And that's what I was going to ask Glorfindel to do for me. If he would" he said turning his attention to Glorfindel.
"On my own?" Glorfindel asked "I couldn't possibly take down a small army of orcs on my own"
"Actually I think you could" said Elrond who had seen Glofindel in battle. "but I'm not going to test it. Take twenty elves of your choice with you" he said and just as he was about to leave he added "except my sons off course, there going to Bree" and that was the end of it.
The following morning Glorfindel and twenty elves left Rivendell on the search of ercs. And the twins went off to Bree, much to there annoyance. For neither of them liked Bree..
To be continued with a Pony!
(And Elladan remembering about the ring)
Author's note: Again sorry about the delay, I know this chapter isn't really worth it, but the next one will be better, I promise.
To my flamers: Reading a story once deciding you don't like it and then flaming it is one thing. Carrying on reading the updates and flaming them is another. If you hate my story enough to flame then why are you still reading it? Your either incredibly stupid or actually like my story, or aspects off it. Or maybe both. Either way your flames are unnecessary and will just be ignored unless I can actually see something valid in what you say. Because I admit that maybe one or two points of some off the flames I've got can be classed as valid criticism the majority of it can not.