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.
Review and you shall be granted another chapter (back to emotional bribery again heh heh)
Tinuviel-luthien: They are different viewpoints, well in my view anyhoo; the chapters are just one or the other - I couldn't be bothered to figure out who!
Haunted
Some joy at last, but we are bitter and no matter how hard any of us try we cannot forget the past. I sit alongside my brothers, we watch the dancing in the hall but all of us are yet to take part. The musicians are good but one of my brothers could surpass them easily…but a harp has not graced his hands for a long time; only swords.
Some of my brothers rise to dance, I remain where I am. There is a sullen weight upon my heart that leaves me comparing all with what we once had. No gatherings will match those that we held in Valinor. A maiden approaches me and smiles brightly, her brown hair swirling lightly as she moves
"Would you care for a dance?" she asks. How many times have I been asked that in the past I wonder…I sit in silence, debating over what I should do.
"My lord?" she says questioningly.
"I am sorry," I mutter "I cannot." I see her face fall and a hurt expression creep across it and I hurriedly try to explain "I do not mean offence- it is not you! It is me. I cannot. I am sorry." I watch her turn and walk away and lean heavily back into my chair. I hear my brother sigh from next to me; we have almost become ghosts of ourselves.
I remember in Valinor when we used to know the name of every maiden attending a dance, where we would dance all night with many partners. Our brothers would say that we should choose one to court and settle down, but we were never ready, maybe if we had not left there was one whom I would have settled with. Even though she is here now and she left with us I could not approach her with the idea, for now is a time of war and I am not the person I was. I have no heart for love.
I drift out of conversation with my brothers and let thoughts occupy my mind. Blinking away memories I look back at them and study their faces; they look as though they have been planning something. "What were you talking about?" I ask.
"What we are here for," Maedhros replies solemnly and the mood amongst us seems to instantly darken. Our other two brothers approach and they know immediately what we have been discussing. I fiddle with my tunic loosely; it is always so tense when we are together discussing this. I am not fond of these talks, mainly because they feature plans of war and battle.
"We must demand what is ours!" Celegorm says forcefully "He holds one of the Silmarils which rightly belongs to us! Did we travel here and abandon all for nothing?!"
"Maybe we should discuss this elsewhere," I say quietly, I seem to be the only one who realises there are other people about. For us to have a brotherly row or 'debate' now would be very inappropriate, thankfully they listen and we leave the main hall.