Chapter 12
The twins sat silently in a trance together, hoping Elrohir's idea would work. Elladan was worried he was abusing Vilya's powers, he felt weak and faint, the Ring was draining so much of his energy; he barely had enough to break the trance before collapsing on the floor.
"Elladan," Elrohir saw his mirror image crumpled on the floor, his eyes were closed. Fear surged through him, loosing father, Estel, he could not bear to loose his twin as well. 'I should not have talked him into it' he thought; then a slight movement calmed his fears as he noticed the steady rising and falling of the elder's chest.
"Are you alright?" Legolas burst into the room, hearing the twin's cry, "Elrohir, what happened? Is Elladan alright?"
"He is just much drained..."
"I am not surprised," a sharp voice spoke up from behind. The two Elves turned to see Gandalf glaring at them, Glorfindel close behind.
"Ai Gandalf thank Elbereth you're here..."
"Just what do you think you are playing at? Do you know how stupid and dangerous that was? You could have been killed, both of you, let alone Estel. What do you think your father will say?" Elrohir froze, of course, he did not know.
"Gandalf..." he started.
"Don't interrupt me young one. Why did he give it to you anyway?"
"Gandalf...father...he's dead..." Elrohir choked, still finding it hard to accept the truth, "he gave it to Elladan just before they...I wanted to help Estel...I...I...talked him into it..." Glorfindel who had heard went straight to the twin, placing a comforting arm around the younger; the grief of loosing a great friend weighed heavy on him.
"You would replace the loss of one brother with the loss of two?" he fumed, "if the enemy were ever to learn where they were you would not see the new day."
Elrohir lowered his head, tears spilled over his eyes.
"No use crying over what has happened, it cannot be changed."
"That does not make it hurt less." He whispered, Glorfindel nodded and pulled Elrohir closer to him.
The wizard's mind backtracked, "You said Elrond was dead?"
"Yes. I know not how, I was not there, Elladan was..." he broke off, seeing the wizard was no longer paying attention to him.
"It was not your fault Ro," Legolas came to his side, placing a reassuring hand on the twin's shoulder, "come, Mithrandir knows what he is doing, you should try and rest." Legolas led the half protesting Elf away to their own rooms.