I don't own the characters, except Taliyne and the random Mirkwood Lords,
who don't actually do anything...
Okey dokey, chapter two, quite short, very sorry, but I have been told to post anything at all, so this is what I have, chapter three will come a.s.a.p. Thank you very much to my wonderful reviewers, hyperactive forever, crying phoenix88, KissTheRainGirl12489, Aldar Austere, HobbitsRfun and Spirit of Tolkien, I appreciate all reviews.
I have also been told to say that Elrond is out of canon...I'm not entirely sure what it means but it sounds like a good idea all the same, thank you HobbitsRfun. (
This is a fairly short chapter, but another shall becoming soon, in which the actual story shall begin. Read, hopefully enjoy and please review.
"There is some great evil at work in Mirkwood, we do not know what it is, but it is spreading, if it is not stopped it may take over, and we cannot hold back the storm forever. I believe that that is the purpose of this visit, to request aid," Legolas informed Elladan and Elrohir as they walked with Taliyne in the gardens of Imladris the next morning, before breakfast.
"Yes, father said there was a council to be held this afternoon, I assume that that is it's purpose," Elladan replied.
"Is it the spiders attacking, or Orcs?" Elrohir asked Legolas and Taliyne.
"Both, but that is not all, there is something else...Some doom has befallen us, a shadow which creeps through the forest, striking fear in the hearts of even the bravest warriors..." Taliyne said, sighing sadly.
The bell rang in the distance to announce breakfast, and the four made their way towards the hall. As they entered, the rest of the house was already seated around the long table.
The walked towards the head of the table, where Elrond was seated with King Thranduil and his advisors. They bowed to Elrond and the King and took their seats.
"There is a council to be held this afternoon, I expect you both to attend," Elrond informed his sons.
"Legolas, Taliyne, I also wish you to be present," Thranduil added.
The four young elves nodded and continued to eat. They excused themselves as soon as they had finished and slipped quickly away into the grounds.
"I despise attending those council meetings," Elladan said, as soon as they were well out of earshot of their father, "no one ever listens to what we say, there is absolutely no point in us being there."
"It's just an excuse for the Lords to argue and call it necessary debate," Elrohir added, and the other three nodded in agreement.
They spent the rest of the morning wandering the gardens, chatting and laughing in the way only young elves can. Shortly after noon, they made their way to the council chambers.
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"Darkness is rising, once again, in Mirkwood. The Southern borders are constantly under attack, from both Orcs and spiders, and a deeper, older, more deadly evil is building...we can all feel it growing. Our forces are constantly being defeated, unless we receive aid we will shortly be out of soldiers to send, seeing as we have to keep a large proportion of our army to protect the rest of the borders and the castle," Thranduil stood in the centre of the Council hall, speaking to the company, "we must receive aid or our army is in danger of being completely wiped out," he finished.
"That, King Thranduil, is the purpose of this meeting; to decide if, when and in what form aid shall be sent to Mirkwood," said Lord Elrond.
He looked around at the people assembled there; Elladan, Elrohir, Legolas, Taliyne, Glorfindel, Elrossë, Aldaríon and Lords Alitare, Kaldar, Sùrion and Amrod of Mirkwood.
The discussions continued for several hours, occasionally breaking into argument. In the end there was a unanimous decision made; 500 warriors would be sent to aid Mirkwood in their battle.
At the end of the council, Lord Elrond dismissed the assembled elves.
"Not you two," he said, speaking to his sons, a hand on each of their shoulders as they turned to leave also, "you come with me."
He steered them out of the Council hall and along the corridor to his study.
Once there, he stood behind the desk and stared at his two sons who stood nervously opposite.
They stood for several moments before Lord Elrond spoke.
"Well?"
Elladan was about to reply "Well what?", when Elrohir asked politely "Pardon father? I don't think I understand you."
I was actually speaking more to your brother, Elrohir," Elrond replied, "I am waiting for his apology."
Elrohir held his breath – Elladan would not apologise, not without a fight.
As Elrohir has feared, his brother's eyes blazed, his jaw clenched and he balled his hands into fists, digging his nails into his palms.
Elrohir decided it would be safer if Elladan did not speak, and so hurriedly jumped in, trying to rectify the situation.
"Father, Elladan is most regretful of what he said yesterday, it was said in a temper and he didn't mean it, we hold only the utmost respect for you, and we are both truly sorry for being so childish," he said quickly, looking pleadingly at Elrond.
"Thank you, Elrohir, but I believe I was speaking to your brother," Elrond replied pointedly.
Elrohir cast his eyes downwards and silently prayed to the Valar that Elladan would be civil.
Elrond folded his arms and awaited Elladan's answer.
"I will apologise, father, for the way I spoke to you, it was unnecessary," he began quietly, and Elrohir breathed a sigh of relief, Elladan, however, had not finished, "I will not, however, apologise for what I said. I hold to that because I believe that was I said was true. You give us no respect and no freedom, we need to make our own decisions, yet you have no faith in us to do so."
He said all of this quite calmly, in order to keep his father's fury to a minimum.
"You expect to be given freedom and respect when you refuse to act responsibly? As long as you act as children, I shall treat you as such," Elrond replied, evenly.
"I suppose joining King Thranduil back to Mirkwood is out of the question, then, seeing as you don't trust us in the slightest?" Elladan asked, out of the blue. Even Elrohir was surprised that Elladan had so blatantly asked this.
"When I can't even rely on you to arrive to a feast on time? Do you really think I would trust you to behave appropriately in another kingdom?" Elrond replied, smiling grimly.
"We are responsible, we can look after ourselves, we have just never had the chance to prove it, please father, please let us go," Elladan said, leaving behind all pride and openly pleading.
"No. It is far too dangerous. I am only trying to protect you, you have so much still to learn and I will not have you going out into the world unprepared, there is too much peril out there," Elrond finished, with a note of finality in his voice, "I expect you to be present at dinner tonight. You may leave."
Elladan opened his mouth again, possibly to plead, possibly to argue, which ever it was, Elrohir did not allow it. He laid a hand on his brother's shoulder, looked at him with a warning glance and steered him out of the room.
"There is no chance that I am sitting around here for the rest of my bloody life, waiting for him to decide that I am responsible enough to do anything of my own accord. I am going to Mirkwood, Elrohir, whether with his blessing or not," Elladan said , furiously as they stepped outside.
Elrohir looked positively stricken. "Brother, you cannot, it would be suicide. If you were not killed by orcs or spiders out there, you would surely be killed by father upon your return," he said, desperately.
"Who says I shall return?" Elladan replied, bitterly.
"Elladan! You cannot mean that!" Elrohir almost shouted.
"And why can I not? Just because it is your wish to stay here all your life, following father's orders, does not mean it is mine. I wish for my independence, and here, I have no freedom, I need father to realise that we cannot stay under his complete control forever!" Elladan replied, forcefully, "I am going to Mirkwood with Legolas and Taliyne, and you can stay here like a good little elf if you so wish, but if you want to live for once, I suggest you join me."
Okey dokey, chapter two, quite short, very sorry, but I have been told to post anything at all, so this is what I have, chapter three will come a.s.a.p. Thank you very much to my wonderful reviewers, hyperactive forever, crying phoenix88, KissTheRainGirl12489, Aldar Austere, HobbitsRfun and Spirit of Tolkien, I appreciate all reviews.
I have also been told to say that Elrond is out of canon...I'm not entirely sure what it means but it sounds like a good idea all the same, thank you HobbitsRfun. (
This is a fairly short chapter, but another shall becoming soon, in which the actual story shall begin. Read, hopefully enjoy and please review.
"There is some great evil at work in Mirkwood, we do not know what it is, but it is spreading, if it is not stopped it may take over, and we cannot hold back the storm forever. I believe that that is the purpose of this visit, to request aid," Legolas informed Elladan and Elrohir as they walked with Taliyne in the gardens of Imladris the next morning, before breakfast.
"Yes, father said there was a council to be held this afternoon, I assume that that is it's purpose," Elladan replied.
"Is it the spiders attacking, or Orcs?" Elrohir asked Legolas and Taliyne.
"Both, but that is not all, there is something else...Some doom has befallen us, a shadow which creeps through the forest, striking fear in the hearts of even the bravest warriors..." Taliyne said, sighing sadly.
The bell rang in the distance to announce breakfast, and the four made their way towards the hall. As they entered, the rest of the house was already seated around the long table.
The walked towards the head of the table, where Elrond was seated with King Thranduil and his advisors. They bowed to Elrond and the King and took their seats.
"There is a council to be held this afternoon, I expect you both to attend," Elrond informed his sons.
"Legolas, Taliyne, I also wish you to be present," Thranduil added.
The four young elves nodded and continued to eat. They excused themselves as soon as they had finished and slipped quickly away into the grounds.
"I despise attending those council meetings," Elladan said, as soon as they were well out of earshot of their father, "no one ever listens to what we say, there is absolutely no point in us being there."
"It's just an excuse for the Lords to argue and call it necessary debate," Elrohir added, and the other three nodded in agreement.
They spent the rest of the morning wandering the gardens, chatting and laughing in the way only young elves can. Shortly after noon, they made their way to the council chambers.
**********
"Darkness is rising, once again, in Mirkwood. The Southern borders are constantly under attack, from both Orcs and spiders, and a deeper, older, more deadly evil is building...we can all feel it growing. Our forces are constantly being defeated, unless we receive aid we will shortly be out of soldiers to send, seeing as we have to keep a large proportion of our army to protect the rest of the borders and the castle," Thranduil stood in the centre of the Council hall, speaking to the company, "we must receive aid or our army is in danger of being completely wiped out," he finished.
"That, King Thranduil, is the purpose of this meeting; to decide if, when and in what form aid shall be sent to Mirkwood," said Lord Elrond.
He looked around at the people assembled there; Elladan, Elrohir, Legolas, Taliyne, Glorfindel, Elrossë, Aldaríon and Lords Alitare, Kaldar, Sùrion and Amrod of Mirkwood.
The discussions continued for several hours, occasionally breaking into argument. In the end there was a unanimous decision made; 500 warriors would be sent to aid Mirkwood in their battle.
At the end of the council, Lord Elrond dismissed the assembled elves.
"Not you two," he said, speaking to his sons, a hand on each of their shoulders as they turned to leave also, "you come with me."
He steered them out of the Council hall and along the corridor to his study.
Once there, he stood behind the desk and stared at his two sons who stood nervously opposite.
They stood for several moments before Lord Elrond spoke.
"Well?"
Elladan was about to reply "Well what?", when Elrohir asked politely "Pardon father? I don't think I understand you."
I was actually speaking more to your brother, Elrohir," Elrond replied, "I am waiting for his apology."
Elrohir held his breath – Elladan would not apologise, not without a fight.
As Elrohir has feared, his brother's eyes blazed, his jaw clenched and he balled his hands into fists, digging his nails into his palms.
Elrohir decided it would be safer if Elladan did not speak, and so hurriedly jumped in, trying to rectify the situation.
"Father, Elladan is most regretful of what he said yesterday, it was said in a temper and he didn't mean it, we hold only the utmost respect for you, and we are both truly sorry for being so childish," he said quickly, looking pleadingly at Elrond.
"Thank you, Elrohir, but I believe I was speaking to your brother," Elrond replied pointedly.
Elrohir cast his eyes downwards and silently prayed to the Valar that Elladan would be civil.
Elrond folded his arms and awaited Elladan's answer.
"I will apologise, father, for the way I spoke to you, it was unnecessary," he began quietly, and Elrohir breathed a sigh of relief, Elladan, however, had not finished, "I will not, however, apologise for what I said. I hold to that because I believe that was I said was true. You give us no respect and no freedom, we need to make our own decisions, yet you have no faith in us to do so."
He said all of this quite calmly, in order to keep his father's fury to a minimum.
"You expect to be given freedom and respect when you refuse to act responsibly? As long as you act as children, I shall treat you as such," Elrond replied, evenly.
"I suppose joining King Thranduil back to Mirkwood is out of the question, then, seeing as you don't trust us in the slightest?" Elladan asked, out of the blue. Even Elrohir was surprised that Elladan had so blatantly asked this.
"When I can't even rely on you to arrive to a feast on time? Do you really think I would trust you to behave appropriately in another kingdom?" Elrond replied, smiling grimly.
"We are responsible, we can look after ourselves, we have just never had the chance to prove it, please father, please let us go," Elladan said, leaving behind all pride and openly pleading.
"No. It is far too dangerous. I am only trying to protect you, you have so much still to learn and I will not have you going out into the world unprepared, there is too much peril out there," Elrond finished, with a note of finality in his voice, "I expect you to be present at dinner tonight. You may leave."
Elladan opened his mouth again, possibly to plead, possibly to argue, which ever it was, Elrohir did not allow it. He laid a hand on his brother's shoulder, looked at him with a warning glance and steered him out of the room.
"There is no chance that I am sitting around here for the rest of my bloody life, waiting for him to decide that I am responsible enough to do anything of my own accord. I am going to Mirkwood, Elrohir, whether with his blessing or not," Elladan said , furiously as they stepped outside.
Elrohir looked positively stricken. "Brother, you cannot, it would be suicide. If you were not killed by orcs or spiders out there, you would surely be killed by father upon your return," he said, desperately.
"Who says I shall return?" Elladan replied, bitterly.
"Elladan! You cannot mean that!" Elrohir almost shouted.
"And why can I not? Just because it is your wish to stay here all your life, following father's orders, does not mean it is mine. I wish for my independence, and here, I have no freedom, I need father to realise that we cannot stay under his complete control forever!" Elladan replied, forcefully, "I am going to Mirkwood with Legolas and Taliyne, and you can stay here like a good little elf if you so wish, but if you want to live for once, I suggest you join me."