Hello all. Here be another chapter of this yarn. From now on I'm going to try and answer any reviews that I get; I'll print them off every time I get an email with them on at school. So, here's the next chapter, as I have previously stated. Just so you know, I got this idea at archery today (I love archery) but I haven't really thought it through very well so it may turn out…badly. Enjoy!

Chapter 10

"Now" Aragorn began "This little tale is about my dear brother Elrohir, and is entitled 'the danger of thunder storms'"

The twin in mention groaned at this statement, though he couldn't help but grin at the name the ranger had given to the story, it was rather suitable.

"So, this story begins on a rather dreary autumn day when my brother Elrohir and I went outside to relieve ourselves of the boredom with which we had been struck. Now I hear you all cry 'why was Elladan not with you' but you see the foolish idiot had been overcome with a desire to trip over something and break his ankle, thus proving the fabled grace of the elves."

"Aragorn, talk like a normal person won't you" Legolas groaned in exasperation.

"Very well my dear prince" the man grinned "So Elrohir and I were outside practising our archery, sparring, and generally messing around when it started to rain.

Now I happen to be an extremely intelligent being, as well as being sane and so I went inside. I didn't particularly wish to get a cold you see. Elrohir however insisted that he was an elf, and therefore would not get ill because of this fact unlike humans.

So I went in, and the last I saw of Elrohir for several hours was him standing there in the rain firing arrows at the target, and missing most of them might I add. Though of course, it wasn't your fault was it Elrohir, it was the rain."

"Exactly" the younger twin nodded in agreement. "Why do people always find that so hard to believe? It could happen to anyone"

Aragorn waited for the listening elves to finish sniggering at Elrohir before continuing.

"So, Elrohir was left outside, and when he finally returned several hours later he looked…interesting to say the least. His hair was standing on end, he was incredibly wet and muddy, and he's clothes were bizarrely charred.

Needless to say ada was not too impressed by his appearance and ordered him upstairs to get changed immediately. Well, he came back downstairs looking somewhat more presentable, although his hair still looked ridiculous, and Elladan, who was lounging around on one of the sofas in the Hall managed to weasel the tale out of him.

It turns out that, eventually, he got tired of missing the targets, and the rain was getting a bit uncomfortable even for his superior elvish characteristics. So he gave up and started the rather long walk back to the house.

Sadly the rain made it somewhat hard to navigate and he ended up getting rather lost. By this time the rain was pouring down and he decided to shelter in a tree until the worst of it was over.

The stupid fool however had forgotten that one of the things you should never do in a thunderstorm, and it was thundering by then, was shelter by trees. Luckily his elvish senses hadn't abandoned him entirely as he could sense danger and leapt out of the tree just before the lightning struck it.

He wasn't luck enough to escape the flying shrapnel however, and this explained the charred-ness of his clothes, and his hair. At this point his tale was interrupted as ada proceeded to march him out of the hall and examine him for injuries.

It was a good thing he had in fact, Elrohir had neglected to mention that a particularly large bit of wood had succeeded in breaking several ribs, as well as being burnt and bruised somewhat.

Anyway, after his injuries had been healed father allowed him to come back, but I think he just wanted to hear the end of the tale personally."

"I heard that" Elrond's voice came floating across the hall, interrupting the story, but Aragorn just smiled before continuing.

"So, after that he decided to carry on going again, and came to the conclusion that if he followed the river it would lead him back to Rivendell, and that's what he proceeded to do.

The next calamity to strike however came in the form of several wargs that had, and Valar knows how, managed to catch his scent and decided to attack. Luckily Elrohir managed to slay the first one easily enough, but the next one managed to knock him into the river as it pounced on him. Fortunately the beast had stupidly leapt into his knife and was dead by the time they hit the river.

The current was strong though, and he was swept quite far down the river before he managed to drag himself out. Well, understandably he was quite tired by then, and he lay on the bank for quite a while before he tried to get up again.

The word tried is very appropriate, you see, as he had been lying there the rain had still been falling, and the bank was understandably muddy, and he therefore found it extremely hard to pull himself out, especially in his exhausted state.

He managed it eventually though, and climbed wearily to his feet. There was one advantage to falling into the river though, it had carried him a lot closer to the house and he was now within site.

So he reached home pretty quickly after that, in the state that I described earlier. I must admit that was quite spectacular even by Elrohir's standards."

Well, by the time Aragorn had finished his tale the others, barring Elrohir naturally, where in hysterics, even Elladan who had the story before. Legolas was laughing so hard that he had fallen off his chair and was rolling around the floor in hysterics, in a very un-princely fashion as well, and Arwen was crying with laughter.

Finally though the laughter died down somewhat, much to the relief of the other occupants of the hall who, despite the fact that they were elves, were having difficulty in hearing the rather exciting song that one of the elves was singing to them.

"Well" Aragorn said, somewhat pleased by the effect his tale had had "Who would like to tell the next story?"

"I will" Arwen said, smiling evilly, "It had come to my attention that Haldir here as yet to have a tale told about him, and so I will happily supply you with one"

The elf in question groaned, he had been hoping to escape notice, though he realised that was somewhat unlikely. Sitting back in resignation he waited for Arwen to begin, he knew from experience that it was impossible to stop the daughter of Elrond when she had her heart set on something.

Leaning forward Arwen began her tale, still smiling the same eerie smile.

Well there you have it, another chappie for you. Once again I am sorry for the lateness of this. I have my mock exams coming up which, as any Englishmen/women out there will know, are quite important in deciding what papers I take and thus what grades I can get in my actual exams. Because of this I haven't had much time for writing this story, and I also have several other stories that I'm writing at the mo, and it is hard to juggle more than two stories, and even then it's difficult.

Anywho, all reviews are welcome, and may help me to write the next chapter quicker, and remember, any suggestions are welcome. I have a good idea of a story that Glorfindel could possibly tell about Elrond later on, but other than that I need to get some more ideas, and print of the suggestions that were made in my last reviews, which were very useful by the way, thank you to those who made suggestions.

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