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A/N: Hopefully, this will make up for the shortness of the first chapter! Review please! Here's number 2! Things will be getting a bit more . . . Exiting this chapter. The Elvish: .I will put all the translations. Let me know of any mistakes. I'm getting all of this from different Elvish/English dictionaries, except for the measly amount of words I've memorized. So here goes! Hope ya'll like it!
Silvertongue: Thank you my first reviewer! Here is what happened! I'm very glad this interests you.
Joee1: I'm glad you think this is interesting! Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Namarie02: Thank you for mentioning my stupid error. That's what I get for entering words into the computer at two a.m.
Chapter 2: A Blood Curdling Shriek
The three elves walked up to the door, Elrohir leading the way. "Guests first!" He cheerfully proclaimed, gesturing towards the door. Legolas gave him a glance, looking back at Elladan. He knew. The two smiled at each other, the course of action decided.
"Why don't you lead the way?" Legolas said, a devilish grin creeping across his fair face. He had Elrohir trapped and he knew it. Elladan also smiled as he watched his likeness step into the trap he'd set for others.
Warm laughter rang through the halls of The Last Homely House. Elrohir stood near the door to the main hall, soaked to the skin. He frowned bitterly as Legolas and Elladan struggled to hold back tears of mirth. 'My own prank!' he though bitterly. This was the moment the Lord of Rivendell chose to appear to greet his guest.
Elrond did not seem pleased. He muttered something about a new record under his breath as he beheld the sight, not overly unusual for the company, but all the same . . . A very soaked and very bitter Elrohir stood, arms folded while Legolas and Elladan laughed their hearts out Not exactly normal. The three of them did not notice the angry figure for a while. Elrohir caught sight of him first, Elladan looked up, the connection he shared with his brother alerting him to his father's presence. Pale blue eyes met stern silver ones barely moments later.
"Quel re Brannon Elrond" Thranduil's heir managed, his pale face flushed a shade of crimson from laughter and embarrassment alike. (Good day Lord Elrond.)
The Lord of Rivendell returned the greeting "Quel re Cund Legolas" (Good day Prince Legolas.)
Elladan's silver eyes glazed his duplicate's dripping figure as he fought back yet another wave of laughter. "Ada!" He finally uttered between deep winded breaths. (Father)
Elrohir frowned bitterly, arms still folded. "It's not that funny!" He fumed. This only caused Legolas and Elladan to laugh harder. "Auta miqula orqu!" he exclaimed. (Go kiss an orc.)
Elrond frowned at his younger son's remark. Yet even the stern Lord of Imladris could not resist a smile at Elrohir's soaked and infuriated form.
He was not granted the time to react to the words.
A piercing scream echoed through the halls of the Last Homely House. A scream of pure terror and shock. Then, the acute hearing of elves heard a silvery voice they knew only too well mutter the words "So much blood . . . So much blood." The collapse of a slender form was audible.
"Arwen!" The younger twin called out, his soaked state forgotten. Elladan and Elrohir sped off towards from whence their sister's cry came, Legolas following them closely. The kitchen, it had to be the kitchen, Elrohir was certain. He ran ahead, the other, following him.
He came to the room in question, stopping abruptly and looking around. What he saw brought terror into his heart. "Aiya!" He called out. Two prone figures lay on the ground, soaked in crimson, one of them the blood-drenched Evenstar. (Oh!)
A/N: MUAHAHAHA! Evil cliffie! Is Arwen dead? What happened? Stay tuned for the next chapter! If all goes well it might be up by tomorrow, but to be safe I'll say no later than Thursday.