Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of the characters I use in this story. This fanfiction was written for pure fun and no money was/is made with it.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Angst
Summary: A simple hunting trip turns into a disaster as Elladan and Elrohir are attacked by orcs. With Elrohir being seriously hurt, their only chance lies now in the hands of Aragorn and Legolas....but will they meet in time? Main Characters: Elladan, Elrohir, Aragorn, and Legolas.
E-mail: kaeera@yahoo.de
Feedback: Always appreciated, and constructive criticism is very welcome.
GAH! Sorry for the delay - I'm SO busy right now, it isn't funny anymore. I have a concert coming up this weekend, and one on the following one - in two different orchestras. That means that I have to practise a lot and when I come home I'm usually that exhausted that I'm too tired to type anything. School's pretty time consumung, too, and then there's my ANNOYING older sister who's unfortunately at home right now and uses the computer all the time. She has priority, because she has to do stuff for her work, and I am 'just surfing', as my mother likes to call it. GRRR! I'm angry....*sighs* But it has no use....
I don't like the Elrond part. *grumbles* But I had no time to re-write! .
When The Snow Falls
Chapter Three: Snowstorm
Following the trail became more and more difficult with every minute that passed. The wind was blowing so hard now that it was nearly impossible to stay on their horses. Aragorn had long ago given up trying to see through the thick, swirling snow and trusted Legolas' senses completely. The footprints of the twins had been covered by the snow and they were now following the general direction, hoping that the two elves hadn't decided to turn around.
Legolas lead his horse, almost hidden in the falling snow, his long hair frozen and white. Even the elf had difficulties in this weather and started to feel exhaustion creeping up on him, but he refused to give up. It wouldn't be long until they reached the small hill with the caves he knew so well, and right now any cave was better than being out here in this unkind weather.
He just hoped that Elladan and Elrohir had the same goal, for they would never find them out here, in this storm. And it could take days for such a storm to pass, days they didn't have.
His horse stumbled slightly and reminded him once again that the animals, as well as Aragorn, weren't as unaffected by the cold as he was. Worry started to rise in him as he looked at the huddled form of his friend, crouching down on his horse to avoid the sharp, biting wind. And the two horses wouldn't make it much longer; they were on the verge of freezing to death.
The elf cursed inwardly. During his life, he had encountered several snow-storms, and some of them had been far worse than this one. But in those times, he hadn't been with a human, and he hadn't had to worry about two other elves who were stuck somewhere in the wilderness, one of them grievously hurt.
Legolas stopped as he noticed something on the ground, and kneeled down. There was a dark patch, nearly covered by fresh snow already, but the elf slowly wiped it away. It was difficult to make out the color, but he already knew what it was - blood. It was still fresh, though, that meant that the twins weren't far ahead. Their pace was slower than that of Aragorn and Legolas, and they would probably reach them before they reached the caves.
If we don't miss them, he thought wryly and stood up again, In this storm, we could walk past each other and not notice.
He whispered soothing words in the ear of his horse, trying to tell him of warmth and sunshine, reassuring the animal that they would reach safety soon. Legolas hadn't told Aragorn about the new blood trail; the human was worried enough. Although they always bickered and fought when they were together, the twins and the ranger shared a deep bond.
Even Legolas himself had to admit that he had grown fond of the two stubborn Noldor elves. They were good friends and fierce warriors, and with them, one always had fun. The idea of one of them being hurt tore at his heart, and he promised himself to do everything to help the two.
Elrohir was cold. That alone was strange, because usually he wasn't cold, not even in deepest winter. But now he was freezing and felt the numbness creeping up his fingers. Added to that was the pain in his head, which proved to be quite uncomfortable. With every step Elladan made, a hot pain shot through his head, and he desperately wished to lie down and sleep.
But every time he closed his eyes, every time the welcoming darkness wanted to embrace him, Elladan nudged him, pleading him to stay awake. Elrohir started to become irritated with his twin and didn't notice the edge of worry in the other's voice anymore. He just wanted to sleep, why wouldn't his brother let him?
A tiny voice in the back of his head kept telling him that it was important to stay awake, but he couldn't remember a reason for this.
A sharp wind blew past him, brushing his hair into his face. Elrohir could hear the ragged breathing of his twin, revealing the fact that Elladan was exhausted, and could strangely feel the pounding of his own heart. His vision was coming in and out of focus, making it impossible to concentrate on one object.
Elladan stumbled, and his twin winced as another sharp pain shot through his whole body. Every time he thought that the pain couldn't grow any more intense, it came back with the force of a big dwarven hammer, convincing him of the opposite.
"I'm sorry," Elladan apologized. "I think we will reach the cave soon...I hope."
Had Elrohir been more aware of his surroundings, he would have noticed the strain in his brother's voice, the barely hidden fear. But he was too tired to even concentrate on the words that were spoken, and so he didn't reply.
Elladan sent one more worried glance at the barely conscious elf, a look mixed with despair. He was alone, he was tired and he knew that he couldn't go on any further, for his legs were already trembling with exhaustion. Elrohir's weight seemed to grow heavier with every second that passed, and the snowstorm didn't make their current situation any better.
"Don't go to sleep, 'Ro," he called over his shoulder, nudging his twin again, as he had done for the last hour.
Elrohir forced one eye open and stared at his brother. His vision was swirling and the face of Elladan was swimming in front of his eyes. He dimly noticed the fear on his brother's face and wondered where it had come from, but he didn't care much. All he wanted to do was sleep; his twin was strong enough to stand on his own.
"Let me," he mumbled softly. "m'tired..." Elrohir's eyes were drifting shut, as his body was unable to stay awake any longer.
"Just a few more minutes, Elrohir, then we will reach the cave and find shelter of the snow. Stay awake, don't fall asleep...it won't help you, believe me." His fear only increased when he didn't receive an answer. "Elrohir? You can't do this to me...You can't leave me alone like this!" Elladan gently shook his twin brother, turning him around so that he was holding the elf in front of him. Elrohir's face was pale, only the dark spot on the bandage sticking out, and his eyes were tightly shut.
"No," Elladan whispered, tears shining in his eyes, but the warrior refused to let them fall. "Elrohir! Wake up!" Once again he shook the lifeless body of his brother, but there was no response. Elrohir's head lolled lifelessly against his brother's shoulders, and the color of his skin resembled more the snow than his usual healthy skin tone.
Elladan held his brother close to him, struggling with the worry, fear, and his own exhaustion that threatened to overcome him as well. "Don't give up," he whispered into the other's ear, "Don't leave me...I swear I will break your bow if you do that!"
Once again he gathered the lifeless form of his brother on his shoulders and started his path through the whiteness of the snow.
The wind was blowing with enough force to throw him off his balance if he didn't pay enough attention, and he was slowed down even more than before. With every step Elladan made, the cold wind along with the snowflakes stung his eyes. More than once he fell on his knees, stumbling although there was nothing to stumble over.
Only his fierce determination kept him upright; the determination and the knowledge that his brother would die if he fell down and didn't get up. Elrohir was his brother and best friend; they had been together for their whole life and one couldn't imagine living without the other. Even as children they had been inseparable. Losing him would be like losing a part of himself; and Elladan was certain that he wouldn't survive it.
He kept his eyes fixed onward, praying to the Valar that the cave was near, that he would be able to reach it in time. Nothing else seemed to matter and he blacked everything else out: the howling of the wind, the bitter cold and the tiredness in his limbs.
Elladan had done so very often during his life: concentrating on one task, ignoring the pain and the emotions. It had kept him upright during the most difficult situations, although sometimes he had had the impression that he would burst because of the suppressed feelings.
The elf lost track of the time; if someone had asked him, he wouldn't have been able to tell if he had walked for minutes or hours now. It was like a trance, his own mantra going on in his head: I can't give up, Elrohir needs me, I must continue, I can't give up...
And so he nearly walked into the stone as he finally reached the hill he had been aiming for, the hill in which he knew a cave that would shelter them from the storm. Elladan rested his head against the dark material, sighing in relief. Now that he had reached the hill, it was fairly easy to find the cave - he had just to go around until he found the entrance. The twins had discovered this particular cave on one of their trips into the woods, but hadn't used it very often because neither of them was very fond of caves. Today, however, it was a blessing that this cave existed.
"We are nearly there," he whispered into his brother's ear. "I just have to find the entrance and then we can rest. Doesn't that sound good?"
Elrohir, however, stayed motionless, his pale face pressed into his brother's shoulders, the bandage on his head bloodstained. His dark hair was an extreme contrast to his pale face, and the eyelashes were tightly closed, as if he was in great pain, even when he slept. At least Elladan hoped that his brother slept and wasn't lapsing into a coma.
He walked along the rock wall, one hand tracing along the stone so that he could feel the entrance. The snow was falling so heavy that he wouldn't have seen it even if he had stood directly in front of it, so he took the safer method.
"Just a few meters," Elladan muttered merely to himself, trying to convince his stumbling legs that they had to go faster, that they couldn't rest just now. "Just a few meters, and I'll find that damn cave. Come on!"
The minutes that passed seemed like an eternity for the elf. He struggled forward over the knee-deep snow, nearly thrown off balance by the wind, swaying dangerously. Then his free hand finally didn't touch rock any more, but sweet nothingness, a clear sign that he had - finally - found the cave. "Thank the Valar," he said breathlessly, while entering the cave.
As soon as he stepped into the interior, the sound of the snowstorm died down, for he was in cover from the wind now. Elladan blinked slowly, wiping the snow out of his eyes and his hair, and ventured deeper into the cave. The silence was a sharp contrast to the loud storm; although the howling of the wind could still be heard, the sound was a lot of softer and more in the background.
Elladan breathed a sigh of relief and laid his brother on the ground. He fell on his knees, resting for a moment, as the emotions and the exhaustion finally overtook his body, making his hands tremble.
Lord Elrond walked through his study, a book in his hands, reading the latest reports of the guards in the northern area. At least he was trying to read it; however, the elven lord interrupted his study every five minutes to throw a worried glance at the window. A strong wind was howling around the building, and although the weather wasn't near as bad as it would be in the mountains, Elrond was surprised by the force of the storm.
It was too early for a real winter storm, and usually they weren't that strong. He couldn't help but worry about his sons, knowing that the snowfall would be much heavier out in the woods.
Elrond sighed. He was being irrational; the twins were old enough to take care of themselves, and elves weren't bothered by such weather - normally. They would surely seek shelter and come home as soon as the storm died down. Or so the lord assumed. No reason to worry.
He sighed once more. It wouldn't be any reason to worry, if this weren't the twins he was talking about. The two managed to bring trouble upon themselves even in the most peaceful of times, and usually it was Elrond who had to patch them up. He was just glad that Legolas and Estel were safely in Mirkwood - *they* would certainly run into some serious trouble out there. Elrond never knew how they managed it, but the prince and the human attracted trouble like nobody else. Even the twins couldn't compare to Aragorn and Legolas' ability to find adventures.
Or would be, if one just counted the last 25 year of their life. While it had been relatively rare for the twins to sustain serious injuries, Estel had taken a great deal of broken bones, illnesses and various other injuries home.
However, if one regarded the history of the twins, considering that they were over 2,800 years old, Elladan and Elrohir still counted as the biggest troublemakers. Elrond could have written a book about all the escapades and all the injuries the two had sustained, and if he had lost a hair every time he had worried himself sick about them, he would have been bald by now - several times over!
He was just glad that elves didn't get gray hair like humans. He was pretty sure that his head would be covered with it.
The Lord of Imladris once again looked out the window and closed the book with a final thud. Glorfindel always said that he worried too much, but the fact was that there was always a reason to worry when one of his sons was out there!
Legolas shielded his eyes from the wind. "There!" he shouted towards his human friend. "I think we may have reached our destination!"
Aragorn glanced ahead and nodded as he saw the dark shadow rising in front of them. They had long ago given up searching for the trail of the twins, for the snowstorm had wiped away every track, covering it with new snow. Instead they had agreed to go to the caves in the hope that Elladan and Elrohir were managing it so far. The horses were struggling forward, the snow was nearly too high for them to walk now.
Legolas lead his horse through the trees until they reached the rock wall that grew out of the ground at a very steep angle. He turned his head, narrowing his eyes as he searched for the cave, but gave it up quickly enough. It was impossible to see in this snowstorm, and his eyes were already hurting from the wind and the cold snow.
The ranger dismounted when he reached the wall as well and also removed the harness of his horse, soothing the beast that was scared out of its wits by of the storm. He immediately sank into the snow to his knees and grunted in irritation. After seeing Legolas walk so easily over the white substance, Aragorn had nearly forgotten that he himself, as a human, wasn't able to do this. He felt the snow enter his shoes and melt on the inside, and groaned even more. Great, just what he needed.
But he gritted his teeth, the worry for his brothers overcoming every personal distress, even the biting cold. He shielded his eyes and followed Legolas, who was already leading his horse along the rock wall. The prince turned around and winked at him, signaling that he had found something.
Aragorn scrambled nearer, as quickly as he could while standing knee-deep in snow, and mouthed a question at his friend.
The elf pointed with a finger to a darker spot on the wall. "There's a cave," he shouted into Aragorn's ear. Although he was merely a few centimeters away, it was nearly impossible for the ranger to understand him, for the wind was howling so loudly. He could barely make out the next words Legolas was yelling.
"We have to be careful; we don't know what is in there!" the elf announced, and Aragorn paled. He hadn't even thought of the possibility that they would not only face his brothers, but maybe orcs as well. Orcs loved holes, so it wouldn't be a surprise if they had had the same idea and ventured for shelter into such a cave.
He nodded curtly and gripped his sword harder, showing his friend that he had understood and was on guard. Legolas nodded and turned around, his bow drawn. He had never been overly fond of caves, and although there were no spiders in Imladris like there were in Mirkwood, he knew what evil could linger in such dark places.
His steps were light as he entered the cave, momentarily blinding him as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, already exhausted from the snowstorm. As silently as they could, the ranger and the elf softly walked deeper into the hole, the horses following not as softly, glad that they had finally a place where they wouldn't be disturbed by the snow and the wind.
The light was dim, the two friends could barely make out shadows in the interior
of the rock. However, it was much warmer here, when the wind wasn't freezing
their ears off, and Aragorn inwardly breathed a sigh of relief, moving his numb
fingers. He hated to be cold, and he hated it even more to be cold *and* wet!
But the ranger didn't forget the danger, following Legolas closely. The elf was listening carefully, head tilted slightly. He and the human stepped forward, both anxious and worried.
"Elrohir?" Legolas finally shouted, deciding that whatever evil was lurking here, it had noticed them long ago, and that waiting wouldn't help them any. "Elladan? Are you here?"
His voice echoed through the darkness, thrown back by the stone walls. Then, a noise could be heard. Both friends tensed as they heard the shuffling of feet. Aragorn grabbed the hilt of his sword, preparing for an attack, knowing that he wouldn't be able to fight very well with his numb and frozen fingers.
Legoals aimed an arrow at the darkness, narrowing his eyes. A shadow stumbled into their view.
"Legolas?" came the surprised and perplexed shout. "Legolas!" The figure stepped forward, revealing that it was indeed Elladan and not a monster that would dig its claws into their throats. Legolas and Aragorn lowered their weapons and quickly went to the twin's side.
Elladan looked like hell, to be quite frank. He seemed to be exhausted, using his left hand to steady himself on the stone wall. His usually braided hair was messy due to the storm, soaked with melted snow. A makeshift bandage on his arm told them that he hadn't come away unscathed; but what worried the two friends the most was the expression on Elladan's face. The older twin seemed to be near panic, worry evident in every feature of his face.
"And Estel!" The elf had noticed his human brother as well and quickly scrambled over to hug the human. "I'm so glad to see you!"
"Elladan, what happened?" Legolas inquired, after hugging the Son of Elrond as well. "Where's Elrohir?"
Elladan's eyes immediately saddened, and he motioned them to follow him. "We
got attacked by orcs," he explained. "Elrohir was hit on the head
and I had to carry him here."
He lead them a bit further into the interior of the cave, but now that their eyes had grown used to the grayish light, both Aragorn and Legolas were able to see more. At least enough to make out the motionless form of the other twin lying on the ground.
"Elrohir!" Aragorn exclaimed, as the worry swept over him again. Quickly he jumped over to his brother and kneeled down beside the unconscious elf, followed by Elladan and Legolas. The ranger noticed the bloodstained bandage and the pale face of his brother, and his worry increased.
"Does he have any other injuries?" Legolas wanted to know, casting a concerned glance towards the younger twin.
"Not as far as I know," Elladan seemed to calm down, now that he wasn't alone anymore. With the help of Legolas and Aragorn, he would probably manage to reach Imladris and bring Elrohir into his father's care. "But his head wound is a serious one; he couldn't remember what had happened, wasn't able to stand upright, and then dropped in and out consciousness. He wasn't able to stay awake, and I fear that he might lapse into a coma."
Although Elladan spoke calmly, Aragorn could hear the slight edge in his voice, indicating that the twin had almost reached his breaking point out of fear for his brother. He himself knew how nasty head wounds could get, especially if the victim was moved. Elladan hadn't had any choice, but the ranger was sure that he would blame himself if something serious happened to Elrohir. Aragorn suspected that the elf was feeling guilty even now, but there were more important issues at the moment.
"But he did recognize you?" He asked, remembering the numerous lessons with his father. For once he was glad that Elrond had forced him to suffer through the endless lessons of medical care.
"Yes, but he didn't talk very much, and when he did, it didn't make sense," Elladan glanced at his brother, his eyes tired and exhausted. "His pupils are of unequal sizes, Estel, he had lost his sense of balance, you know what that and the other symptoms mean!" A look of despair crossed his face. "I couldn't keep him awake," he whispered and stroked over his brother's hair.
"You did everything you could," Legolas reassured the depressed elf and put a comforting hand on Elladan's shoulder. "And now we're here to help you. You will see, Elrohir will recover. You know him, he's as stubborn as you! I bet he will be up in no time and annoying everyone else with his inane comments!" the fair-haired elf smiled slightly, hoping that his words helped a bit. They couldn't work if Elladan was drowning in self-pity.
"Legolas is right," even Aragorn smiled, despite the worry he felt in his heart. "We just have to keep him awake. He hasn't lapsed into a coma yet, he's merely sleeping, so if we manage to keep him awake until the storm is over and we can head for Rivendell, everything will be fine!"
Elladan laughed dryly. "Keeping him awake, that I tried, but it proved to be more than difficult, for like you said, Legolas, my brother is as stubborn as me, and when he wants to sleep - he sleeps!" He gently shook Elrohir's arm. "Come on, wake up!" he prodded, for the umpteenth time in the last hour.
"Yeah, Elrohir, wake up," the ranger joined in, "It isn't polite to sleep when somebody is visiting you!"
Voices haunting me, Voices entering my dreams
I'm engulfed in the darkness
Like a blanket covering my body
And it will never stop
I listen to your cries, I listen to your pleas
But I can't reply
somehow
can't reply //
He could hear the voices and couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed at the
fact that he was being disturbed *again*. Didn't they have anything better to
do than disturb him in his dreams? Didn't they know how tired he was, and how
much he wished to sleep?
Obviously not, for they continued poking him, talking to him. His brain was far too foggy to make out the words, but he sensed the urgency in their voices, telling him that there was something serious going on.
If he had more control over his body, he would have frowned, but he just
felt confused. He was merely sleeping, what was the problem? They didn't have
anything to worry about. He would wake up when he was ready for it, not when
they wanted.
Maybe he should tell them that. Yes, maybe he should open his eyes and tell them to be quiet and not to disturb him anymore. Maybe then they would understand After all, it could be that they just hadn't know, and that they would leave him in peace after that.
A wave of pain welcomed him as he struggled towards awareness, and he groaned. That was exactly why he *didn't* want to wake up!
'They certainly have a lot to explain why they make me do this,' Elrohir thought grimly, as his mind finally came back from the safe place it had spent the last hour in. 'And it'd better be a good explanation, or I will be *very* angry!'
To be continued...
Poor Elrohir....*winces and looks at readers*...Don't kill me...I *know* that it's another cliffhanger, but I warned you about it...*ducks under her chair*
Salara - Die Zwillinge gesetzt? *lol* Wohl eher nicht...ich jedenfalls stelle sie mir immer als zwei Elben vor, die nie aus ihren Teenager Jahren herausgewachsen sind! *g* Die beiden sind mir so ans Herz gewachsen, und da ich wie so viele andere hier die Angewohnheit habe, meine Lieblingscharaktere durch die Mangel zu drehen....*teuflisches lachen*...Och, ich hab gar nichts gegen Spekulationen, oft ist die ein oder andere Idee darunter, die ich selber aufgreifen möchte, und außerdem ist es lustig zu sehen, was andere Leute denken!
Nili - Wahrscheinlich liest du das erst wieder mit Verspätung, da du ja demnächst aufbrichst, aber ich erwähne dich trotzdem^^ Ich find die Elben auch so putzig, wenn sie sich umeinander sorgen, deshalb schreib ich diese Geschichte *breeeiiites Grinsen* Naja, und ich mag es eben, den armen Elrohir leiden zu sehen!! MWAHAHAHA!
hoellenwauwau - Naja, ich weiß ja nicht, ob sich an den Stuhl fesseln wirklich eine so gute Lösung ist - du könntest dir was abschnüren, und du weißt sicherlich, was für eklige Dinge passieren, wenn der Blutfluss stockt...*g* Leider kann ich deine Qualen nicht erleichtern, denn diese Geschichte kommt eher schleppend voran - zuviel zu tun, zu wenig Zeit, und dazu noch tonnenweise anderes Zeugs zu erledigen (unter anderem bei Silver weiterzuschreiben. Obwohl da das nächste Kapitel schon ziemlich weit ist^^).
Stoffpferd - Wie kommst du denn darauf, dass ich meine Lieblingscharaktere denn gerne quäle? Nein, sowas würde *ich* doch nie tun....*lacht* Ich hoffe, deine Fingernägel sind noch in Ordnung und haben sich nicht vollständig verflüchtigt, nachdem du dieses Kapitel gelesen hast. Und klar, ich bin mir der schweren Verantwortung bewusst, die auf meinen Schultern lastet *ernsthaft nick* und gebe mein bestes, doch oft lässt mich mein kreatives Hirn (Hirn? welches Hirn??) im Stich und ich muss ohne auskommen! Das sind die Momente, in denen ich verzweifeln möchte...Und es stört mich nicht, dass ein gewisses Stoffpferd ein wandelndes Paradoxon ist - immerhin bin ich in meinem vorigen Leben eine Zwangsjacke gewesen, da darf ich ja nichts sagen! *irres grinsen* (PS: Und falls dir ff.net meine Geschichte mal wieder vorenthält, kannst du einfach auf meine Homepage gehen - wenn ich nicht grad zu sehr im Stress bin, erscheinen dort neue Kapitel ziemlich pünktlich!)
Emma - You learned German? Cool....it's such a hard language, or at least they say so. I have no idea, since I've spoken it since I was little, but the spelling is pretty awkward at times. Hey, don't worry, I've had French for five years, but now I wouldn't be able to hold one conversation with it - I have forgotten everything, although it's barely half a year ago. Duh, I absolutely adore Elrohir, and Angst is the only thing I can write *snickers* I'm glad that there are a few others who share my opinion!
Celestra - You looked at my artwork? Cool! *beams* Thanks for the compliment! It makes me so happy! *smiles happily* The parody was amusing^^ I sooo can imagine Glorfindel looking very pleased with himself *chuckles*
melissa greenleaf - Well, seems as if there will be a lot of suspense in this story, so you should like it. I just can't write other genres, my hands are bound! And thanks for the compliments! *blushes* There are so many writers who are much better than me, and I admire them (Writers who can think of a really twisted plot - not such easy stories like mine -.-). But anyways, your comment made me happy! Thanks!
Erothwen - Everybody who likes elves seems to adore elf-angst; that is quite interesting. We could start a research about it *ponders* But then again, then we wouldn't have the time to read/write fanfiction anymore, and that we don't want, do we? *laughs* And by the way *coughs* Elrohir is mine! *glares at Erothwen* I borrowed him for this story and I have no intention of giving him to someone else until it is finished....
Ciria - Another breathtaking review...how do you do it? *shakes head
in awe* Don't worry, a review can NEVER be too long for my taste. And yes, my
favourite twin - you already realized it - is Elrohir. Why? I have simply no
idea - maybe because he's the younger one, and I'm a younger sibling myself.
Added to that I just like his character - in all the fanfics I read, he's potrayed
as the more sensible, while Elladan is the typical warrior with suppressed feelings.
I guess I like his attitude more; although no one can really say what his attitude
is like. *shrugs*
You visited my site? Cool! Yes, the eye was drawn by me. It is a pencil sketch
which I did in school, and I just scanned it in and put it there. It really
wasn't that much work and it looks a bit messy in my opinion. By the way, you
can find my HP stories (only two so far) on my homepage - in the fanfiction
section - or under the name 'Karisha' on ff.net. One is co-written with
another friend^^
I'm glad you liked the last chapter - I simply love scenes where the twins worry
for each other, because they share such a strong bond, I find it amazing. And
since they usually bicker and don't show it, it's even more interesting. So
there will be much more twin angst! *smiles*
Firnsarnien - *hides in fear* NOO! Not the wargs!!! *looks frantically around*I must admit that the next chapter is a tad late, but I did my best...uhm....*glances at approaching wargs* Uh...yes...