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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Hunt for vengeance

We try to keep our horses quiet, the two sets of hooves disturbing leaves and twigs that litter the ground could land us in trouble. I check around us, scanning the trees, the bushes, the path, danger may surround us at any time. We must be wary. It is not the first time we have done this, just myself and my brother, to ride out into the woodlands looking for a fight, for vengeance. We live for the hunt…but why hunt creatures when beasts of Morgoth ruin and destroy?

A small sound comes from the thicket on my right. I glance at my brother and my let my fingers rest upon the handle of my dagger, he silently takes hold of his bow. The horses have stopped, we wait, the tension in the air is so strong, weak would turn and run but we wait.

I throw my dagger the minute I see the bushes part ahead of us, the gurgled cry is lost as I hear the crash of armour all around us. My brother lets his arrows fly; the white fletching blurs until it is halted by bone and flesh. I slash and cut down either side of my horse, I sharply turn the horse in a circle and the foul creatures are sent sprawling backwards as the body of my horse hits them. I cover my brother as he shoots for his back could easily be a target for the enemy. We work together and soon there is silence. I examine my sword; dark, thick blood drips from it onto the floor, I smile grimly.

An arrow whistles past my ear, I see a glimpse of white and I jump slightly. There is a small thudding sound from behind me and my brother has a smile of satisfaction on his face as he lowers his bow.

In times gone by, such a shot would have been applauded on a hunt. But it is not creatures we shoot at for trophies of skill or for food, this is life or death. This is war. I wish for those days where long ago in the Blessed Realm we would hunt with all our cousins and our friends, where we would laugh and celebrate after.

I jump agilely off my horse and avoid stepping onto the gore and mess that is over the floor as I go to retrieve my dagger. It had been a good throw and I have to exert some force as I pull it from the corpse, I glimpse the disgusting face of the creature. They are truly foul, to think that…to think that elves were once…I cannot even touch upon the thought.

"Do you think - that we kill our own kin again?" I ask my brother hesitantly as I mount my horse again, he seems uncertain before he answers "No. These are creatures of evil and malice; they are not our kin." I nod at him, glad that he thinks the same as I. We are lucky that we have each other; another so like to yourself that you can confide and connect so strongly with. It means that in this world of horror and violence we are never alone.