Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings isn't mine. If you haven't already worked that out, you are stupid.
Chapter 6: PonyThe twins were about an hours ride out of Rivendell when Elrohir started to complain.
"I can't believe you agreed for us to go to Bree" Elrohir whined.
"Actually it was YOU who agreed" Elladan reminded him.
"I know" said Elrohir "but I'm going to blame you anyway" Elladan just rolled his eyes at this remark.
"You are so immature sometimes" he said in reply. Elrohir simply laughed and they carried on riding for a few minutes in silence.
""I've changed my mind!" Elrohir suddenly announced breaking the silence "This is all Elrond's fault for not having any pony's in Rivendell. I mean if there was a pony at home he would never have had to send us out to buy one would he?" Elrohir asked his brother but continued without waiting for reply "So its all his fault we have to go to Bree!"
"You know we don't have to go to Bree" Elladan said carefully getting Elrohir's full attention.
"What do you mean?" Elrohir replied puzzled.
"Well who's to know where the pony came from. There's nobody here to stop us getting it from somewhere else, say The Shire. And when we return who's going to know it didn't come from Bree?" Elladan explained and Elrohir smiled as he caught on to his brother's plan.
"And if we ride at twice the speed as normal, no one will notice that we've been gone longer than we should be as it will take about the same time!" Elrohir added excited.
"Exactly" Elladan replied and with that the twins redirected their horses away from Bree and towards The Shire and urged them into a gallop.
Glorfindel slowed his horse down to a walk and then stopped and the twenty elven warriors behind him did the same. He dismounted from his horse, and handing the reins to the nearest elf, walked towards the man he had spotted walking down the road. The man looked both scared and amazed. He had obviously never seen an elf before.
"I was wondering if you could help us" Glorfindel said to the man "we're looking for some orcs"
The man wasn't surprised by this statement "Your heading the right way" he said still staring at the elves, particularly Glorfindel, in amazement. "I'm a merchant by trade and as I was following this road back to Bree I noticed a line of destruction through the woods over there" he said pointing towards some woods in the distance "I'm guessing it was made by orcs, who else would destroy the woods like that?" Glorfindel nodded in agreement, everyone knew about the orcs dislike for trees.
"I'll have a look then, thank you for your time" Glorfindel said and was just about to head back to his horse when a thought occurred to him.
"You say you're a merchant and yet you've obviously never seen an elf before" he asked the man puzzled. Most travelling merchants had met an elf.
"I don't usually leave my own town" said the man slightly embarrassed. Glorfindel nodded as it all made sense.
"Well thank you again" he said politely then returned to his horse.
Aragorn had just finished breakfast and he was bored. Elrond was off doing something important, though Aragorn hadn't asked what that important thing was. Aragorn decided that seeing as he was bored he'd just have to find something to do. So he got up from the table and went looking around Rivendell.
He eventually found the blacksmiths and went in to see what they were making.
"What you making?" Aragorn asked. The elven blacksmith turned around and smiled when he saw Aragorn. He had always liked children of all species including dwarfs.
"A dagger for Elladan" he said to Aragorn "It's almost finished"
"Can I see?" asked Aragorn curiously.
"Off course, but don't touch, it's still hot."
Aragorn walked up to the dagger and looked at it. "Wow it's beautiful" he exclaimed staring at the dagger. The blacksmith laughed and looked pleased.
"I'm glad you think so" he said, and then because he true fully didn't really feel like working at the moment he offered to show Aragorn around and teach him a little of his skill. Aragorn agreed happily and spent the next few hours with the blacksmith looking at the weapons and jewellery he had created. The blacksmith was quite pleased with this arrangement, as not only did he not have to work, Aragorn had a real interest in what he was been shown and asked lots of questions that the blacksmith was only too happy to answer. And anyway, what craftsman minds showing his work to someone who loves everything they made?
The next few days Aragorn visited the blacksmith whenever he had chance, which wasn't that often as Elrond generally tried to keep him busy and Erestor, who Aragorn had now decided wasn't that bad after all, liked to give a lot of homework to Aragorn. Strangely Aragorn liked doing all this extra work and so Erestor was pleased with both his commitment to studying and the results he achieved.
Elladan and Elrohir finally arrived outside the shire and after a brief talk with the hobbit in charge of watching the gate were invited into The Shire. They attracted a lot off stares from the local hobbits as elves rarely entered the shire, having no reason too. They quickly found a farmer who was quite happy too sell a pony to them, as it was too tall for him, but perfect for Aragorn. The pony was chestnut in colour with a black mane and tail, which is why the farmer had always simply called it Chestnut. It appeared quite affectionate and tame, though it did have an obsession with eating, just like the hobbits it had been brought up by. The hobbit farmer only wanted 3 silver coins for the pony but Elladan and Elrohir offered him 4 as they thought it was worth more than the offered price. This pleased the farmer and he invited them in for dinner and too stay the night. The twins agreed as it was quite late and so they stayed the night in Buckland with the hobbits. They were just about to fall asleep when Elrohir asked Elladan what Elrond had said about the ring. This caused quite a panic for Elladan as he had forgotten all about the ring. He calmed down when Elrohir promised to remind him when they returned to Rivendell and they both drifted off to sleep.
To be continued with Glorfindel and orcs.
Author note: I've updated this story quickly as an apology for taking so long with the last chapter. Hope you appreciate the effort! I've also started another story for anyone who's interested called "Fighting Tradition" it's set in the second age and is about Glorfindel and why he was reborn from the dead (I'm assuming the two Glorfindel's are the same) also has a side story involving his sister, as females tend to get ignored in Middle Earth.
Yes I'm a HUGE Glorfindel fan, haven't you already guessed?