Disclaimer: See chapter one
Author's note: Here is the next installment of the story.
Rating: PG-13 for child abuse
Note/ indicates thoughts/ ' indicates mental speaking'
" Then I'll just have to return back to Elladan..." Elrond said and trailed off.
" NO!" Elrohir cried out, and tears of rage formed, but he refused to let them fall. His face burned in humiliation as he shed his robe, and stood bared to all in the room.
Elrond smirked and brought the whip down repeatedly upon the younger twin, and when Elrohir fell to the ground he put the whip back in the box and left bringing the black box back to his room. He locked the door leaving the two half conscious, and bleeding brothers alone with their pain.
Chapter 3
A groan escaped Elladan's lips as consciousness returned to him. He was still sprawled upon his father's desk. He was relieved to find that the restraints had been lifted, but he nearly cried out in pain as he all but allowed himself to fall off the desk. He didn't think it was possible to hurt as much as he did now, but he was proven wrong a moment later. His heart constricted painfully in his chest as he spotted the still form of his twin. Stubbornly the elder twin grit his teeth, and crawled towards the still form of his brother. " 'Ro?" He rasped. On closer inspection he was startled to find his twin's eyes closed. / Why is Adar doing this? He's never been so harsh with his punishments before.../ he thought darkly.
Elrohir whimpered faintly as he too regained consciousness a few short hours after his brother did. He didn't dare try to move, but tensed as he felt someone looming over him. He partially opened his gray eyes, and stared up at his twin. He seemed to have taken the brunt of his father's anger, as his body was more harshly beaten. " Dan?" He whispered softly not trusting himself to speak.
" It's going to be alright... I'm here..." Elladan reassured his brother. He himself didn't believe his words, but he didn't know how else to comfort him when he was in too much pain to do much else. He collapsed next to his brother, and both flinched when they heard the sound of the lock turning.
The door soon opened, and the faint flicker of light from the hall bathed the dark room as Elrond entered his study. His face was one of remorse as he stared down at his two sons, and slowly crossed over towards them. His earlier fit of rage seemed to have disappeared as he knelt down just above their heads. He reached out with slim fingers to stroke Elladan's hair, that was so much like his own, and his heart ached terribly when Elrohir flinched away from similar treatment. " I'm sorry my sons..." He murmured softly in elvish. " I had a talk with the boy's father, and he had forced you two to react.." Sadness flickered in the depths of his gray eyes as he wordlessly started to treat Elladan's wounds with the herbs he had brought with him.
Elladan shivered slightly, and gazed at his father as a mixture of emotions washed across his face. " Why?" he rasped.
" Shh..." Elrond murmured. " rest now... all will be well..." He soothed as he lifted him up, and brought him down to his room. He returned to his study and went through the same process with Elrohir. Instead of bringing him to his room though, he brought him to Elladan's room knowing the two needed each other this night.
TBC...