Author's Note: Yes, I realize that this took me a while to write. I just totally wanted to write more in this, but I couldn't think of it. So I am posting this, and then I will continue on with whatever -Coughs- torment I am about to place on the dear elflings. R/R and tell me if I should keep going.
"Hey, Elladan! Elrohir bit me!" Legolas tattled quickly on Elrohir as he held his red finger with an abashed look. "That was so gross."

"Elrohir, what did father tell you? Just leave him alone right now or I'm going to throw you down the waterfall—again," Elladan snickered as he looked his brother up and down. He was soaked rather thoroughly, not having had the proper time or sun to dry the water off him.

Sticking his tongue out in response to his twin, Elrohir shook his head. "No way! I've already been pushed in that river twice, thank you very much," he protested, holding his hands up. "Besides, it's his fault! We don't need him playing with the fire."

Rolling his eyes rather dramatically, Elladan shook his head before turning to look up towards the sky with a grin. "It's getting dark. We should finish setting up camp…and I'm sure that if you hadn't been biting Legolas you could have been done lighting the fire already. I mean, honestly, if you want to do the traditional camping tales…we must hurry up."

Legolas' pointed ears perked up as he heard mention of camping tales. He didn't know what sort of camping tales they told, but his father told really good ones where good triumphed over orcs and other such beasts.

"What kind of stories do you two tell?" he questioned eagerly, bouncing on his toes. "I want to hear one now…"

While Elrohir sniggered behind the young prince's back, Elladan managed to keep a straight face while sending his technically younger brother a look. "Well, just a few of the normal stories. About Kings, Princesses, and stuff like that," he reassured the younger boy…although it was far from the truth. In fact, there was so much horror inside the stories, the two twins knew that they themselves would have a hard time getting back to sleep. But in order to scare Legolas, it was worth it.

As the Prince gave an eager look and bounced off in a hurry to finish setting things up, both twins laughed silently before pulling themselves together, bustling to help the younger elfling to set it all up.

It didn't take them much longer, now that all three of them were looking forward to something—Legolas hoping for a story he could enjoy, and the twins hoping to scare him within an inch of his life. In fact, for their age, they had a rather brilliantly set up camp site.

"So, who's going to tell the story?" Legolas questioned, jumping up and down. Literally, in fact. His excitement even caused a few raised eyebrows before Elrohir cleared his throat.

"I am. Now sit down or I won't tell it," the boy threatened, smirking as the prince immediately obliged.

"Well…it started eras ago, even before both our fathers were born!" he began, enfolding a story about a balrog. A terrible one, worse than any other to have lived on Middle Earth. He went into great description in a made up story in which the balrog devoured anything in it's path, leading up to the death of a prince that seemed like it had many uncanny similarities to Legolas himself.

"And as the boy squirmed, the fire burning his hair entirely off, the balrog swallowed him whole."

"The end!" Elladan finished for his brother, trying to stifle a snicker at the expression on Legolas face. He looked paler than Galadriel herself.

"Is that true?" Legolas questioned, looking around him furtively. For all he knew, a balrog could be behind him right then, waiting to strike. "Did it really happen?"

"Not sure," Elrohir shrugged, laying down. "But I guess I don't really care. I'm going to bed."

"Yeah, me too, goodnight Legolas," Elladan added, laying down as well and watching Legolas as he was the only one still sitting upright. The prince looked around himself in fear, gazing at the trees before he leapt up.

"What was that?" he questioned out loud, but was only met with Elrohir's pillow in his face.

"Go to bed, Legolas," the other elf groaned, but the blonde elf wasn't so sure. Something was out there.