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Chapter two
"Sigh, again." muttered Elrond, watching his sons depart on their steeds, proud with their heads held high, "I hope that golden haired hag won't be too hard on them."
"Knowing Galadriel she might just torture them." Glorfindel mused. For that he received a sound thwack on his head.
"Do you not find this strange?" asked Elladan absently, "why would grandmother call for us within such short notice? She is not one who will take slipshod work nor last minute agreements."
"Yes, most unusual for the old bat." replied Elrohir evenly.
The twins cantered along in amiable silence for hours. Happy to simply be in each other's company. Suddenly, an figure rolled out from the bushes, moaning and writhing. Without hesitating, Elladan leaped off his horse and sprinted to the seemingly injured person. It was a human man. Clutching his ribs and groaning in pain. Elladan called out to his brother, who was still mounted, but Elrohir shook his head.
"No, something is wrong. It doesn't feel right." Elrohir warned in Elvish, not wanting the stranger to comprehend.
"Help…m..me…or…orcs….kill…a..attack." ranted the man through his pain filled moans. Ignoring his brother's caution, he pried open the man's hugging arms and lifted his tunic. The flesh was unharmed and not discoloured. Elladan frowned at the man. So it was a trick. He begun to get up and walk away but too late, a sharp pain filled his head and he knew no more.
Elrohir watched in horror as the man pressed his filthy fingers deep into the soft spot at the back of his brother's head. Oh no, he thought, the point of weakness. All elves possessed that weak spot, if on which pressure was applied, the elf would be temporarily stunned. That proved helmets very useful in combat. Elrohir started to dismount but when he turned around, the pair has vanished. As if they had disappeared into thin air. Elrohir slump to his knees and let out an anguished cry.
"I should have done something. I should have! Elrohir you fool." wailed the elf. But there was naught to do now. He weighed his choices. He could go after them alone in the forest, approaching dusk. Or he could ride home and retrieve help. But that would sorely decrease his chanced of finding his brother. Throwing caution to the wind, he decided to go with going after his brother. Scribbling a message for Glorfindel, Elrohir sent Elladan's horse back to Rivendell. Remounting, he patted his horses' smooth flank.
"Go, Niendel, noro lim. Follow Elladan's scent." Elrohir urged his horse. Sensing his urgency, Niendel cantered into the forest, following a clear trail of someone dragged across the forest floor and a scent identical to her beloved master's.