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.
Notes: Another un-dramatic chapter, at least nothing serious happens. Some conversations, a little bit angst, but that is all. But honestly, why are you all complaining about cliffhangers? *g* That wasn't a cliffhanger in the last chapter, at least in my opinion...if you want, I can write a real, evil cliffhanger, but then I probably wouldn't live to see the next day! And don't ask me why I invented this, ehm, story out of the twin's past...I probably thought about the slash fics which are on ff.net and wrote it as a kind of reply...*shrugs* It was kinda funny! Anyway, thanks a lot for the reviews, and enjoy!
by Kaeera
Chapter Five: Recalling old stories
Legolas stared out of the cave, as the storm slowly died down, inwardly sighing in relief. They had been here for quite some hours now, but it finally seemed as if the power of the storm had diminished and they could return home.
The blonde elf patted his horse's neck, frowning slightly as he looked back at the inhabitants of the cave. Elrohir's face was still as pale as the snow, the only colour the bloodstained bandage wrapped around his head. He looked weak and exhausted, ready to fall asleep at any moment, and was only kept awake by the constant prodding of his brother.
Aragorn had developed a cold over the last hours, sniffling slightly and rubbing his nose. It didn't seem to be very serious, but Legolas knew how fragile men could be and promised himself to pay attention to the ranger's health.
"How's the weather?" Elladan asked softly, not daring to get up from his place, for Elrohir had leant his head against his shoulder.
"It's getting better. I believe we can leave soon," the prince replied, sending the older twin a questioning glance. Elladan hadn't been sure if they could transport Elrohir on the horse as that could make such injuries worse, but after the disturbing sounds they had heard not that long ago, indicating that they weren't the only ones out there, they had agreed that they had to do it.
"Home…" Aragorn's eyes became dreamy. "A warm room, something to eat and a nice bed to sleep in."
"And Elrond, who sends us his death glare because we have once again managed to get hurt." Legolas chuckled amused. "At least it isn't me this time!"
"Yes, Elrohir is destroying our track record!" Elladan joked. "We haven't been injured on a trip for the last three years, and we had nearly convinced Ada that we are indeed grown-up elves now and that he shall treat us like those, but this will throw back everything!"
Elrohir grumbled something which wasn't quite understandable, but for that Legolas was glad. He had learned that the twins' vocabulary could be rather…harsh at times, and as much as he liked it, he knew that his father wouldn't approve if he returned home with a new stack of colourful words to use.
Although, he thought with a smile playing around his lips, it would surely be funny to see how his father would react.
He whispered soothing words into the ears of his horse, which once again became aggravated as it sensed the same dangerous presence Legolas had been feeling the last few minutes. He couldn't pin down his feeling – it wasn't orcs, that was sure – but the elf suspected strongly that it was either wargs or wolves. Both alternatives were equally bad.
Behind him, Aragorn and Elladan were bickering quite loudly. The prince turned his attention back to them, realising that the danger was still far away and wouldn't reach them during the next hours.
"Grown-up, ha!" Aragorn grinned despite the cold air in his face. "I've met many grown-up elves in my life, and believe me, you are *not* one!"
"Oh, really?" Elladan raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you think that, my dear brother?"
"Well, first of all the fact that none of the other elves play pranks on innocent servants." The ranger started counting on his fingers. "Then they don't sneak into the kitchen and steal the food because they don't want to wait for dinner; they don't put spiders into the bed of a particular Lady they can't stand. Ah yes, and usually grown-up elves don't build snowmen when it's snowing."
Elladan faked a pout. "That's all a way of expressing our unique personalities!" he claimed, crossing his arms.
"And it was different with that Lady," Elrohir added, wincing slightly as the words echoed in his head and caused more pain.
Aragorn and Elladan, both glad at the fact that Elrohir felt well enough to join the conversation, shared a relieved glance and continued their talk.
"He's right, Estel, we were just taking revenge!" Elladan agreed, his eyes twinkling. "She was telling lies about us behind our back, and we don't appreciate that."
"As far as I know," the human replied wistfully, "She only did that because you, my dear Elladan, didn't want to go dancing with her."
The older twin shrugged. "I didn't like her. She is beautiful, but she does not have a kind heart."
"What are you talking about?" Legolas, having become quite curious, walked back to the trio and leant against the rock wall near them. "Elladan? And an Elf maiden? That sounds like an interesting story…"
Elladan sighed. "There's nothing interesting there, really…"
But Aragorn was already grinning at the prince, ready to tell the story. Maybe it would distract him from the terrible, hurting cold, and it was always good to embarrass Elladan.
"There was this particular elf maiden which had an unusual fondness of our older twin and followed him everywhere. Unfortunately her feelings weren't returned, and Elladan refused politely to dance with her, telling her that he wasn't interested in her romantically and didn't want to raise wrong hopes."
Legolas raised an eyebrow. "So far, there's nothing bad in this story."
"Patience, my friend, patience," Aragorn's eyes twinkled in mirth, as Elladan scowled at them and Elrohir grinned faintly. "The story continues. This particular elf maiden felt insulted that she was being ignored by our dear Elladan, and so she looked for a way to take revenge. Since it wasn't, ahem, fitting to a Lady to play jokes like the twins would have done, she instead started telling a nasty little lies about Elladan and Elrohir…"
Aragorn's grin had broadened with every word he had said, and Legolas feared that his head would fall in two halves if it got any broader. "She told everyone available that the two were…ehm, romantically involved and therefore weren't interested in women."
"What?" Legolas' eyes nearly bulged out and he started laughing. "Oh Ilúvatar! And what did the others say?"
Elladan sighed. "We didn't even know at first. But then every time we went into the dining hall together, some girls would snicker and many elves whispered behind our back. After some days, one of the guards asked what we had been up to when we came out of father's study, and that was the first time something dawned to us. He was grinning rather…ehm, provocative." The older twin rolled his eyes. "Really…it took us AGES to convince them otherwise. I didn't think that gossip could spread that far!"
The human laughed. "It was very amusing for the rest of us to taunt them with meaningful comments!"
Elrohir glared at the ranger. "Yeah, well, it wasn't funny for us. I don't even know why people believed that! We are twins, after all…" He looked disturbed at the sheer possibility.
"As if anyone could fall in love with such a stubborn elf." Elladan pointed to his brother, shaking his head. "That's why we decided to take revenge on this particular maiden, and collected various frogs and spiders to put into her bed at night. I will never forget that scream!"
"And I will never forget the rather lengthy tirade from our father which followed after that." Aragorn shook his head.
He had been fourteen years old back then, and had enjoyed it immensely that his brothers were getting a lecture and not him. The rumours had soon died after that and life at Imladris had returned back to normal – well, as normal as it could ever be with the twins around.
Legolas just laughed. He loved to hear the twin's antics – although he had known them for quite a long time, there were always stories he hadn't heard yet. Although he himself hadn't been a peaceful elfling, it always surprised him how *much* trouble the two Noldor Elves had caused in their childhood and their formative years. And not only then, they were still up to mischief.
With them, so the fair-haired elf mused, it was never boring. He glanced at Elrohir out of the corner of his eyes. It seemed as if the younger twin was relatively well again – he still seemed to have trouble staying awake, but he had participated in the conversation and had even laughed at the jokes. He assumed that they could travel back to Rivendell as soon as the storm had fully died down, and sent an inquiring glance towards Elladan, pointing to the two horses.
Elladan immediately understood what the prince meant and looked thoughtfully at his brother, a frown crossing his features. Then he nodded hesitantly, knowing that they really had no other choice.
Elrohir leaned his head against the cool stonewall, seeking relief in the cold material. The short exchange had exhausted him, and the pounding in his head was increasing again. He was quite glad that the air was that cold – warmth would have made everything even more unbearable.
The other three were conversing quietly, standing at the entrance of the cave. Elrohir found it quite annoying that there were talking about him when he couldn't listen – and he knew that they were talking about him, because they kept glancing at him when they thought he wouldn't see – but he was far to tired to fuss about it.
The only thing he had realised was that the storm was dying down and they would return as soon as it had totally stopped. The younger twin stared at the two horses who were occupying the cave with them, wondering if the animals were able to support two riders at once. The idea of riding didn't please him at all, for he knew that with every jolt his head would hurt again.
Elrohir simply wished that he could fall asleep for the journey and wake up in Imladris, but he knew better than that. The last time his eyes had closed, Elladan had been near panicking, and he didn't want to worry his brother like that. Ah well. As if he could prevent Elladan from worrying…
He sighed and closed his eyes. To be honest, he was worried a bit himself. The fact that he was unable to get up, the never ending pain in his head and the dizziness were symptoms he hadn't experienced for a long, long time and he didn't like it. The elf had been hurt countless times in his life, and many of those injuries had been worse than this one, and that annoyed him…It was just a simple head wound after all, he shouldn't be this weakened by it!
Rubbing his eyes wearily, Elrohir looked at his brothers, hoping that they would decide what to do soon. He was getting bored, and he didn't like that.
It hadn't been that bad when they had been talking and laughing, for he had been able to forget his pain, but now that the silence crept over him once again, he felt the darkness tug at the edges of his awareness.
"'Ro?" came a soft voice, and the younger twin was startled to realise that he had been on the verge of falling asleep again.
Elladan was crouched in front of him, and Elrohir blinked confused, as he hadn't heard or noticed his brother approaching. Deciding not to let the others know this particular information, he covered his insecurity with a lopsided grin. "Yes?"
"We should prepare us now – the snow storm is nearly over, and we will leave soon. Do you think that you can ride with me?"
Elrohir rolled his eyes. "Really, Elladan, I have a bump on my head, it's not as if I am be paralysed. Of course I can ride!"
He feigned a look of mock hurt and noticed with satisfaction that he had convinced his brother, because Elladan started smiling. "Riding? My dear brother, you are clinging to the horse, yes, but nobody can call that *riding*…"
"Well, at least I am able to stay on the horse and don't get dragged behind it because I've fallen off and my foot caught in the harness!" Elrohir countered, knowing that bickering was their method of stress-reliving.
Elladan rolled his eyes. "I was barely one hundred years old when that happened! Honestly…"
"Still, I was always the better rider and will always be….am I right, Estel?"
Aragorn raised his hands, laughing slightly. "Oh no, you won't get me to participate in your fighting, I know where that leads. You are both equally good – or bad – riders."
"You're making me sad, little brother." The older twin broke out in fake sobs. "And here I was, always thinking that you liked me, but obviously I was wrong…" His gaze shifted to Legolas, who just shook his head, a smile playing around his lips.
"No way, you won't drag me into this. I stay on the safe side with Strider!"
Elladan shrugged and turned to Elrohir. "They are against us, dear brother."
"That's not good, my lovely twin."
"We have to teach them a lesson."
"So we shall."
"When we are back in Imladris."
"I have nothing against that."
They both grinned, and Elrohir was quite pleased with himself. Although his head was hurting and he felt like death warmed up, he still managed to annoy everybody senseless. That was good, wasn't it?
Aragorn just groaned and turned to Legolas. "See what I had to suffer through my entire childhood? They either played pranks on me, or they bickered with no end, nudging me to take one's side – and as soon as you take a side, they partner up and talk you in the ground."
"I know my friend," Legolas laughed, "It must be something with twins; no other elf I know is like that. Maybe it runs in the bloodline."
Elladan grinned. "Don't tell that Ada – he has never figured out from whom we have inherited our, err, mischievous character traits…But Glorfindel once told us that Ada and Elros were no better."
He smiled as he remembered that particular day, but quickly became serious again as he realised their current situation. Glancing out of the cave, the elf stood up, a sudden determined look on his face. For once, he was really eager to return home and hand his brother into their father's care.
"I believe we can start now," he announced, pointing outside, where the snow had stopped falling and only whiteness greeted them.
"I just hope the snow isn't too deep for the horses," Legolas mumbled under his breath as they went to saddle the animals.
Aragorn threw him a worried glance. "It has to work," the ranger said quietly. "Elrohir won't be able to walk that far, and we will be slowed down if we carry him!" He ran a hand through his unruly dark hair. "You know what we heard…"
Legolas nodded curtly. "Wolves, I know. Or even wargs. We just have to hope that they have retreated in their caves and won't come out so soon. I don't want to fight when one of us is injured."
They both shared a sigh and started to prepare themselves and the horses for the journey. If everything went well, they would be in Imladris in five or six hours. Maybe a few more hours if the snow was deep, but they should be able to make it in one day.
Aragorn took one horse and led it out in the snow, followed by Legolas. The ranger immediately sank more than knee deep into the snow and ice, groaning inwardly as he once again saw Legolas walking over the snow with a wicked grin on his face. "Having some problems, human?"
"Just keep your mouth shut, elf." Aragorn huffed and tried to mount his horse, which proved to be quite a struggle. "Elrohir, Elladan, are you coming?" He called after him when he had finally managed to mount the beast and was sitting on horseback, trying to get the snow out of his already wet and cold boots.
The twins were already walking out of the cave, Elladan helping Elrohir, who seemed rather unsteady on his feet, walking as if he was drunk. Legolas led his horse to them, attempting to hold it so that they could get on it.
Elladan mounted at first and then helped his brother, lifting his twin on the horse and steading him with his free hand.
Aragorn watched worried as he saw how pale the younger twin looked – the dim light in the cave had hidden most of it, but now in the daylight he could see how pale his skin was and how exhausted the elf seemed to be. He although seemed to have some problems coordinating his limbs, an after effect of serious head wounds, as Aragorn remembered.
He suspected strongly that Elrohir was feeling far worse than he let on, but right now he couldn't do anything about it. The twins were extremely stubborn when it came to their own health – as much as they cared for others, when it came to their own body, they never said anything, because they didn't want to worry the others. With the only result that it was worse in the end than it had before.
A certain fair-haired prince, so thought the ranger grimly, had exactly the same habit. And he himself, too, he had to admit quite sheepishly. He never wanted to admit when he was hurting, because he hated to worry the others…and it was even worse when Elladan fretted over him. Aragorn could only understand too well why Elrohir was staying silent.
Still, that wasn't helping them any. The human sighed deeply and wrapped himself in his cloak, as the bitter cold once again began to make him feel uncomfortable. 'A fire would be nice', Aragorn thought longingly, 'A nice, warm fire along with a bed and something to eat.'
However, he knew that they still had to return back home before he could enjoy this. He looked back at the others, realising that the twins were ready and Legolas was heading towards him, preparing to mount the horse. Since they had only two horses, they had to share them. Luckily none of them were very heavy, and the horses were strong, so they would manage it.
Legolas had already suggested walking ahead, but Aragorn had not wanted to even discuss it. With the danger lurking in the woods, it was best to stay as close together as possible.
"Are you ready?" He asked the twins, after Legolas had climbed on the horse and was now sitting in front of him.
Elladan simply nodded, holding Elrohir in front of him with one arm, using the other one to guide the animal. Elrohir had his head leant against his brother's shoulder for support and his eyes were half-closed. Aragorn saw the fresh blood on the bandages and couldn't help but worry – the gash should have closed by now.
"Then let's go," Legolas announced, sharing the same worry, but deciding that waiting wouldn't help them at all. Their horse made the first hesitant steps and immediately sank into the snow, but it wasn't too deep for walking, and they quickened their pace.
Aragorn sighed in relief and put his hands around Legolas' waist. One worry less – he wouldn't have known what to do if the horses had been unable to walk.
He sniffed quietly, annoyed by the fact that he had caught a cold again, and wiped his nose. At least it wasn't bad and he didn't feel the lingering headache which usually accompanied the more serious colds he had endured.
Still, there were enough other things to worry about, and Aragorn listened closely as they made their path through the silent woods.
Everything was covered in snow and no animal could be seen, for they all had found shelter during the storm. The sound of the horse's hooves on the soft snow was the only sound audible for miles. And for once, Aragorn was glad about that.
Elrond glanced out of the window of his study as the snow-storm slowly died down. Here in Imladris it hadn't been that bad, only the wind blowing harder than usual and the snow falling heavier so that the whole area was covered metre deep in the thick, white flakes.
However, the Elf Lord knew that it had to be much harder in the woods, for Rivendell was always sheltered, and he felt worry tug at his heart.
After all, his sons were out there, and although he knew that they weren't children anymore and were among the best warriors at Imladris, he still felt the fear of a father.
Sighing, the dark haired elf walked through the corridors, smiling slightly as the sight of the snow brought back many memories. Since they had been little, the twins had enjoyed snow immensely, and Aragorn had shared their love from the first day on.
Back then, when the twins had been tiny little elflings, they had never wanted to return to the house, even though it was getting darker and darker with every minute that passed, claiming that they wanted to stay in the snow. They had hit everyone and everything with snowballs, had built snowmen in the corridors (annoying the servants with it, because the snow was melting and left a giant puddle on the floor) and had done everything possible and impossible one could think of.
Elrond could almost imagine hearing their laughter, as they ran along the corridors, covered in snow, shoving him and Celebrian out of the door to show them their new creation…
Alas, Celebrian. There were times like these when he missed his beautiful wife immensely. When Aragorn was away with Legolas and the twins gone on one of their usual trips, Imladris seemed too empty, at least for Elrond. He preferred it when his sons were at home – of course, it mostly brought much stress and worry, but also much fun.
The elf laughed quietly as he remembered the last time it had snowed in Rivendell. Of course, Aragorn had caught a cold, which annoyed the human to no end, and the twins had tried to cheer him up with their old method – building a snowman in his room. Surely, it had only been a small one, but the puddle had been rather large, and Glorfindel, who had been the unfortunate elf to step and slip on it, hadn't been very happy.
Sometimes it was hard to believe that the twins would be about 3000 years old in a few years.
"Are you worrying?" a sudden voice asked, and Elrond turned around.
"Ah, Glorfindel." He said slightly surprised, greeting his old friend.
The blonde elf leaned in the doorway, a smirk on his face. "You are worrying again, for the twins, am I right, Elrond Peredhil?"
The Elf Lord smiled amused. "You know me too well, my friend. I can't help but worry; I know that they are old enough, but I also know how they tend to get into trouble, and as long as they haven't returned safely, I shall worry."
Glorfindel's grin widened. "You can be glad that Aragorn is with Legolas in Mirkwood, otherwise you'd have to worry about him, too."
"I'd rather think not about them," Elrond remarked dryly. "They have probably been bitten by a spider by now, caught by orcs and dragged through the woods until they are unconscious. I'm just glad that Thranduil has good healers in his palace, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep at all!"
The blonde elf laughed. "True, it's really remarkable how they can attract trouble."
"Let's just hope that for once nothing happened." Elrond sighed, as Glorfindel shook his head, laughing even more.
"We are talking about the twins and Aragorn, old friend. 'Nothing happened' probably means for them that they are well enough to ride on their own!"
"Alas, the troubles of a father." Elrond scowled and left his study, walking along the corridors with his friend, leaving his worries behind for a while as they recalled old and fond memories. He would have time enough for worrying when the twins returned, that was sure.
To be continued...
Ciria - I think both twins are responsible in their own way...Elladan
is probably feeling more responsible since he's older, but I am not really sure.
Oh, and yes, I know the feeling - everytime I want to describe something, I know
ten words in German, and I probably know the word in French, but the English
word just won't come into my mind (although I have had French for only five
years). It's annoying, and there's always a dictionary lying on my desk.
Writing
a fic about young Aragorn? Well...I don't have anything planned....I am writing
a fic about Elladan and Elrohir as children, yes, but Estel? I don't
know...maybe someday, when my muse inspires me^^ Oh, and the Finnish...looks
really very interesting, but I don't understand a word. Gosh, how do you
pronounce this? I tried to read it aloud...ahem, and I am quite glad that there
was no Finnish person around to listen to it! Well, but German probably looks
the same for people who do not know the language...
Ryoko - Well, I must disappoint you...the nicknames 'Ro and 'Dan are not my creation, I saw them first in one of Dragon's stories and found them so cute and fitting that I used them myself. I love them as well^^ Like I love my twins! Aww! *cuddles* I'm glad that you liked it that much...angst is a wonderful genre, I think, although too much is depressing!
Emma - I love getting backstory as well^^ Especially when Aragorn or the twins are potrayed as children...My cousin is studying medicine, and she has already dissected a corpse, that must be disgusting. But somehow, it also sounds interesting...I once dissected a heart and thought it was cool. Oh, I'm rambling, too. Figures. But I like rambling in reviews, then they aren't boring, so ramble as much as you want! Putting Elrohir in a coma? *weighs head* I still must decide...hmm...*wicked grin*
ThE iNsAnE oNe - Killing my dear Elrohir? Well, I don't think I could do
that...although...*wicked gleam*
Elrohir: DON'T YOU DARE!
Elladan: I DON'T WANT THAT TIO WRITES A FIC ABOUT ME WHERE I DIE BECAUSE OF A BROKEN HEART!
Kaeera: Well, I would like it...much angst, and you know that I love elf angst! *rubs angst*
TIO: You. Won't. Kill. Elrohir.
Kaeera: Err...*coughs* But it seems as if you aren't any better...after all, Elladan hasn't
stopped whimpering since he took a look in your latest script!
Elrohir: What have we done to earn this?
Elladan: *shakes head: I do not know, my brother.
Kaeera: You are just too cute for this world!! And TIO....I am very interested in this new script...write it fast, please?
Firnsarnien - *wipes sweat away* Wow, thanks for putting the balrog away, he
was really getting on my nerves with his staring. Alas, I fear that I will see
him more than I'd like to during this fic...And really, there was NO cliffhanger
in the last chapter. If you all think that that's a cliffhanger, then I will
write a REAL one and leave you hanging for two weeks! So be warned! *evil grin*
To be quite honest, I couldn't have the same will power as Elrohir as well...I would have
fallen asleep in the first chapter and never woken up. *laughs* Which proves that we are both humans...
xsilicax - Ehh....there will probably a lot of delays during this story, because my life will be VERY busy for the next six weeks, so don't expect regular updates. Sorry....but maybe I'll be posting a bonus story soon, so that the wait between chapters isn't that long...
Lily Frost - Well...hope this stupid conversation was silly enough. I must admit in shame that I can't write silly or funny scenes, so it probably totally sucked...*sighs* Well...you can ask as many questions as you want, but I certainly won't answering stories concerning the ongoing of this story...wanna keep you in suspense! *g* Extra hours for fanfiction time? That really sounds great...hmm, what a pity that it doesn't exist. *sighs* Life is so mean...
Kia - Jaja, das Wetter gerade ist echt verrückt...an einem Tag läuft man im
T-shirt rum und am nächsten schneit es, wirklich verrückt! Yo, ich denke,
unserem Aragorn wäre eine globale Erwärmung ganz recht, aber ob unsere Elfen das
so schnell mit ihren vier Sprühflaschen schaffen...*zweifelnd zu den vier wie
verrückt sprühenden Gestalten schau* Naja, vielleicht in eintausend Jahren oder
so...
Jaja, unsere Zwillinge für eine Weile getrennt, das hab ich mir auch
gedacht...ein ziemlicher Schock, wenn man sein ganzes Leben so zusammen ist.
Deshalb hab ich auch angefangen, diese Geschichte zu schreiben! Irgendwann
demnächst erscheint wahrscheinlich das erste kapitel auf ff.net...hach, ich
liebe es, von den Zwillingen als Kinder zu lesen/schreiben!
Nili - PC-los wie du im Moment wahrscheinlich gerade bist, kannst du das
bestimtm nicht lesen, aber ich schreib's trotzdem - irgendwann wirst auch wieder
mit dem Internet verbunden sein und dieses Kapitel nachlesen^^
Also, ich ein Zwillings-Angst-Junkie? Nein...ehtrlich nicht...das ist pure Verleumdnung...*sabber sabber* Ich bin nur..eh...äh...uhh...
Okay, vergiss es! Ich geb's ja zu, ich bin abhängig, ich schäme mich ja so!! *heul*
Elrohir betrunken, das hört sich wirklich interessant an...vor allem, wenn ein
Zwilling betrunken ist und der andere nicht....*ggg*
Warum tue ich das eigentlich, DAS frage ich mich auch oft. Und ich finde keine
Antwort...aber wenn ich eine neue Geschichte entdecke, dann weiß ich wieder,
warum ich es tue...ES MACHT VERDAMMT NOCH MAL RIESIG SPAß!!!! So, nachdem das
geklärt wäre, hoffe ich, dass du bald wieder einen PC bekommst! Viel Glück!!
Salara - Der unentdeckte Hinteringang wäre zwar eine gute Idee gewesen, aber ich hatte diese Lösung schon im Sinn...eigentlich ist ja schon klar, was kommen muss, aber naja, irgendwie spannend gestalten werde ich es schon noch (hoffe ich)! Die POV-Wechsel find ich gerade bei dieser Geschichte unglaublich schqwierig, vor allem, da Elrohir alles immer verzerrt und anders wahrnimmt als der Rest, da er durch seine Verletzing doch irgendwie 'geschädigt' ist. Deshalb freu ich mich um so mehr, wenn ich Komplimente zu hören bekomme! Ich hoffe, es ist mir in diesem Kapitel auch einigermaßen gelungen, obwohl es da jetzt nicht so extrem war...aber immerhin ist Elrond aufgetaucht, und den kann ich immer nie schreiben! *seufz*
hoellenwauwau - Hallo! Lang nicht mehr gesehen, was? *gg* Was von meinem Schreibtalent abschreiben? Kannst du gerne tun, vor allem, da ich es sowieso nicht so toll finde...ich würde mich gerne verbessern, bleib aber immer auf dem gleichen Niveau *snüff* (naja, das liegt vielleicht auch daran, weil ich immer das gleiche schreibe..drama und angst!) Jaja, der Aragorn ist schon toll...bei mir kommem an oberster Stelle die Zwillinge, dann Aragorn, und dann Pippin (hach! Mein lieblingshobbit!). Muss mir doch glatt mal überlegen, ob ich was über den schreibe...*g*