Identical

Note: For a change this is important so please read it!

1) Each chapter is a different twin but they aren't fixed: for example the first chapter isn't decidedly from Amrod's POV or Amras' POV – it can be either. But the second chapter is from the POV of the other twin. I hope that is understandable…

2) When they say 'my brother' without any indication to which of the seven brothers they are talking about their twin.

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Trapped

The small flames begin lick around my feet, the white wood disappearing into oranges, golds, yellows. I am trapped. I cry for help, my father cannot hear me – where are my brothers?! Panic grips me and I desperately search around for an escape route. Is this a punishment for what I have done? Will I burn with this stolen ship, with my guilt, with the blood of others on my hands? I find myself backed up against the mast; the fire is closing in on me.

Agony. Pain. Heat.

I scream; at last my father hears. He turns and sees me, but it is too late now.

I am jolted back into reality; I wipe sweat from my forehead and breathe deeply. My brother looks over concernedly at me

"Bad dream?" he asks. Incapable of speech, I simply nod at him. I feel slightly foolish; being scared by a dream…but it was so real, so horrifying.

"I burnt," I mumble to him "with the ships…it was a punishment…father burnt the ship I was on – he mustn't have known" A small look of recognition and understanding passes over my brothers face – does he too worry our fathers flame has burnt us?

"We cannot let the past haunt us," he begins to say, struggling to keep his voice steady "we must always think to the future, think of our purpose here."

I want to say 'but what of our eldest brother? He was our future after father was slain…where is he now?' but I cannot bring myself to mention him, the loss of him has struck us all heavily.

"So much death…" I murmur absently, and now he cannot think of anything to say. The loss of life plagues us both, so many dead…and we are to blame. "I wish there could be peace between the houses of the Noldor again," I say bitterly.

"Ye, but there are still many days and many deeds before us. A lot can change if there is strength…"

His words trail off and we are both left dreaming and wishing of a change of the past or a peaceful future.

A sudden bang from the door hitting the wall breaks us from our thoughts.

"Hurry! Our brother is rescued!"

We do not pause, only run out and follow until we reach the room where our eldest brother lies. Our valiant cousin is there and despite the injured and deathly state of our dear brother, circumstances for once seem to be improving.

We all work to restore our brother's health, it has taken a few days to get him up and walking but once he was ready there was no keeping him in bed. He says the loss of his hand does not bother him, that he can carry on, but I cannot bear to look at the space where a hand should be. And this day, the houses shall be reunited again! However the joy comes with some anger and grievances; the noble title of King…shall be passed to Fingolfin. This action of my brother caused some strife between the seven of us, and of our people no doubt but myself and my twin will live with this decision. It will not be the worst thing we will have to regret or look back on with sorrow.