Ambrussa

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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Hollow

I see the anger clearly on our brother's face as he paces the hall, always waiting for a reply from Menegroth. "Too proud and insolent has Dior got whilst handling our jewel!" he snarls, I would flinch at the violence in his voice if he was a foe. "Calm yourself brother!" Maedhros says raising his voice from where he sits.

"I cannot be calm when he refuses to answer to us!"

"He could at least have had the courtesy to refuse us properly instead of blatantly ignoring our demands," I listen to Maglor's melodic voice; at he least can remain calm.

"He is impolite indeed, to refuse us in such a manner. Clearly the thought of owning a Silmaril has gone to his head if he would treat the sons of Fëanor thus." I say in agreement but I do not offer any suggestions as to what action we should take, I am the youngest after all.

"We need a plan, a path to follow," Caranthir says

"What is your council Maedhros?" my brother asks and then we all look to our eldest. There is a silence and he seems deep in thought. "We must strike, and strike now!" Celegorm cries out in frustration "Are we to let all we have struggled for slip through our hands?!"

"I have suffered much and we have lost and left too many things to let this chance pass by, Maedhros," Curufin says heavily, stirred by Celegorm's words. I look at my brother and I find we are both in like mind with Celegorm and Curufin; we will not risk loosing all we have struggled for.

"What is your decision brother?" I ask, eager to know. He opens his eyes and they are seemingly alight with an inner fire, much like the rest of us, "We will fight!"

I hold my sword ready in my hand, the jewel will be ours again, and we will have it! Our host is assembled behind us, waiting and ready. The defence at Menegroth have seen us and no doubt went running to alert Dior, but few made the journey…if any. The Silmaril is all that fills my mind…the precious gem that was created long ago by our father is in our grasp…only a small distance away.

Our host quickly reaches the doors at a run and they burst open as we near them; warriors issue out and we are the first to meet them. Hacking down and slashing about me I feel only threads of guilt and sorrow…I have done this before.

Then there is silence. I look around, they are all dead. There are minor casualties and deaths on our side and we hurriedly press on into the caves.

Inside the majesty and beauty is lost upon me as I advance, I cut down anything before me, anything that will hinder me. My brother is at my side as always, none have struck us and some flee before our fell faces.

I halt abruptly as a sickening cry reaches my ears; I look to my left where Celegorm held the line and see him clutching at a wound in his stomach. His hands are red, red with his own blood. Running as fast as I can manage towards him, I slice anything in my path and my brother follows closely behind. I grip Celegorm's shoulder as he begins to fall forwards, "Brother!" I cry desperately trying to keep him conscious. He sinks to his knees and quickly I kneel down on one side of him, my brother at his other side. His eyes drift around the halls and then he looks to each of us "Farewell" he mutters and then his body slumps down. I blink back tears of rage and sorrow as I stand up, I see my brothers face cloud in disbelief as he looks behind me, and in trepidation I turn.

Maglor leans over the body of Caranthir, sadness in his eyes as Maedhros stands guard nearby. Rage fills me; they withhold our jewel from us, they murder my brothers…grasping my sword tightly in both hands I launch myself back into the fray. I loose sight of my weapon and I cannot focus on targets properly, I just whirl the sword around and about. I find I have reached the walls after hacking my way through the melee. In front of me stands a maiden, pressed against the walls, terrified. Obviously she believed she could get past unscathed and unnoticed to escape, how wrong she was.

I swing my sword up and then hesitate looking at her, she stares in horror at my bloodstained face, I hear another distinct cry from the battle. Curufin! Three of my brothers dead! Choking on tears and anger I swing the sword down. A smear of blood stains the grey wall.

I do not care.

Note: writing the last bit there made me sad : ( just so you all know heh heh. One more chapter to go...so give me reviews!!