1"Well, I warned you." Elrohir said as Legolas told him and Elladan of his encounter with Tari. "I told you she wasn't the same. What with you leaving, and being betrothed to someone else. Not to mention that Archiwen and Aralon are gone."

Legolas almost choked on his bread. "What? Why? When did they-?"

"A few months ago. They wanted to go back to their families before they thought they had died. Archiwen was torn between staying here and living a new life, or going back to her old one and leaving one of her best friends behind; never to return. Aralon had the same dilemma. But Tari hid her true feelings; wanting their happiness before hers. She told them that she would be alright, and that their families were probably worried about them." Elladan explained, taking a sip of some red wine.

Legolas nodded in understanding, and cradled his head in one hand. "Ai! Elbereth!" he groaned. "I should never have gone..."

"'Tis not your fault, Thranduillion. You had an obligation to fulfill." Elrohir said in a comforting way, his grey eyes (I know I said that the twins had green eyes, but due to complaints and a long elvish history lesson, I learned that Elrond's children had grey eyes. Though, I will keep Tari's eyes and hair the same as they always have been because she is MY character, whether she be a Mary-Sue or nor) somber with pity.

"I had an obligation to fulfill to her as well! Love reigns over duty in my eyes, and yet I left her in the darkness to be pulled out against her will, and not be there when she woke to comfort her." Legolas said in exasperated tones.

"Do not burden yourself with grief, Legolas. She'll come 'round eventually." said Elrohir with a smile.

"And who are you, brother, to tell me what I will or will not do." said a waspish voice.

Elrohir reluctantly turned in his chair to look behind him. Tari stood there in black breeches and an evergreen silk tunic. Her blade was at her belt, and her bow and quiver were slung across her back.

"Just where do you think you're going?" asked Elladan, standing up as though he was a father asking where his little child was wandering off to.

"Hunting." she answered blandly as she snatched a single piece of lembas from the table while walking toward the end of the hall.

"But you went hunting yesterday!" proclaimed Elladan, catching up to her, "Surely there are enough deer carcasses to keep the cooks happy?"

"What makes you think I was hunting deer? I've been hunting orcs." Tari said, walking out of the halls, leaving a stunned silence in her wake.

"She's what?" Elrohir nearly shouted. "All those times that she's been out 'hunting', she's actually been chasing orcs! Putting her life at risk! Tari! TARI! Get back here!" he yelled, running out of the hall doors after his younger sister, his brother and Legolas in tow.

Tari was already seated upon her horse by the time they caught up with her.

"Tari! Stop! You're staying here!" Elladan shouted, grabbing hold of her horse's reins.

"You have no authority to tell me what I will or will not do!"

"I do! I am your elder brother, and you will listen to me when adar is not here to tell you instead!" he retorted, glaring up at her.

As Tari glared back down at him with the utmost hatred in her eyes, not moving an inch to follow his orders, Elrohir acted. He pulled her out of the saddle, and slung her over his shoulder. "Elrohir! You put me down this instant or I swear by the Valar I shall gut you like a yrch!" (Orc)

"Temper, temper..." Elladan tutted, wagging his finger threateningly.

Tari beat her fists against Elrohir's back, kicking and screaming for release. Her brother opened the door to her chamber saying, "You are going to stay in here 'till adar get's home, so he can decide what to do about your orc hunting." He tossed her upon her bed where she promptly got tangled in the unmade blankets and sheets as she tried to get up. Elrohir quickly retreated from her room, making sure to lock the door behind him.

Legolas stared at him, torn between amusement and anxiety.

"She'll be alright." Elladan said reassuringly. Bold words, for at that very moment, the blade of Tari's dagger pierced the door; quivering inches from Elladan's nose.