A/N: It is the next chapter! I have nothing else to do today so I decided to write this and really get the story going. Neways,
Sielge: Wow! He's my fav to! (Blush)
Othrilis: Is the next day soon enough? I could, but I'm not the best beta… actually I'm trying to find one to.
Nautika: And they usually take me longer to write, too. J/k j/k.
Viresse: We shall see, we shall see.
Chapter 2
The force of the wolf's jump threw Elladan to the ground. He felt the animal's claws bite into his shoulder, raking off foot-long strips of skin. It sunk its teeth into the right side of his jaw, and for a moment he was to stunned to move. Then he shoved it off of him by kicking it in the chest, and it yelped, flying into a tree.
The second wolf jumped him, biting deeply into his left bicep, sending waves of pain through Elladan's body. The beast used both it's front paws to rake the small of his back, and before he could throw it off, the third attacked his right leg, snapping viciously at his foot, trying to make the elf fall down again.
But he was unable to react, as the first wolf had just recovered and ploughed into Elladan's chest, winding him and knocking him flat on his back. As he felt the starved creature dig its fangs into his stomach, his vision began to grow black.
And, to his surprise, all he could think about was how harsh he had been with Elrohir. A tear rolled down his cheek as he realized he would be on bad terms with his twin when he died.
Elrohir was sitting on the window seat in his chambers, looking out over Ilmadris, when a sudden, cold, wave of fear hit him. He stood, and then there were flashes of pain mixed in with the fear, and he cried out, falling to his knees. Shaking, he looked down at his body. It was covered in terrible wounds, and blood was seeping all through his clothes. But they were not his clothes. For a moment he was utterly confused. Then a single word escaped his lips, like a hiss: "Elladan."
He leapt to his feet, despite the intense pain and ran down the steps to the great hall as fast as he was able. As he ran, the pain suddenly vanished into a cool darkness. Elladan was unconscious. Or dead. Elrohir shook his head, clearing it of morbid thoughts. No, he thought, I would know if he was dead. He all but flew into the great hall.
"Ada! Ada!" The younger twin cried, practically colliding with his father.
"Ai! Elbereth!" Cried Elrond, grabbing his frightened son by both shoulders. "What is wrong, Elrohir?" He looked into the young elf's wide, fearful eyes, and saw nothing but panic there.
"S-s-something's wrong!" Elrohir gasped, shaking. "Something's wrong with El-"
At that moment the door crashed open. Irelen, the captain of the guards, rushed in. "ELROND!" He cried. "Your assistance!"
"Valar!" Elrond exclaimed.
But all Elrohir could see was what Irelen had in his arms. It was Elladan.
A/N: Hee hee cliffie! R/R and I'll write the next chappie A.S.A.P!
