Disclaimer: Does it look like I own any of this! Nope, didn't think so. It's all Tolkien's genius work.
A/N: Here's chapter 3. It's another short one. I didn't realize how short my chapters were when I separated the chapters. Enjoy!
Also, I've again changed my format, and I've found one I like.
To my only reviewer:
Shadowfaxgal7: I'm glad to know that someone is still reading this, and thoroughly enjoying it. Thanks.
Chapter 3
Waiting
Five years had passed since their foster brother's death and the two twins were discussing how much longer they would remain in Middle-Earth.
Suddenly, Glorfindel burst through the door, looking as if he was being chased by a Balrog. The fact that he was still in his riding clothes told them he had just come from the stables.
Both twins stopped suddenly and whipped their heads around to look towards the doorway, where Glorfindel was standing noting the panic written across his face.
"Orcs!" was all the blonde elf-lord was able to say.
Both twins jumped to their feet and all but flew out of the room to get their weapons, the golden-haired elda following closely behind.
Within minutes the three elves were in the stables, and were leading their horses out.
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"'Dan, you go around to circle from the left, Glorfindel, you go the other way, I'll take the ones on this side." Elrohir commanded.
When all three elves were in position with their bows, ready to shoot, Elladan looked over at his brother. Feeling a sense of foreboding -- and possibly a hint of foresight -- he felt that it was possible that one of the elves surrounding the orcs was not going to walk out of this alive.
Elrohir waited until he had the attention of both his brother and Glorfindel before nodding his head and mouthing the word "now" to signal for them to release their arrows.
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Elrohir searched frantically among the bodies of the orcs, trying to find his companions. At that moment, Glorfindel appeared behind him. "I know where he is." The blonde elf said.
TBC...
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