Hiya! I'm starting a new series—Almost Last Journeys. No specific characters, only short anecdotes…ok maybe not so short…of Almost Last Journeys. All stories are highly AU.

This story contains character torture and near character death. Mwahaha.

Disclaimer: I own no one except the bloody (literally) plot and my fantasising.

Almost Last JourneysI

Revolves around  Elladan and Elrohir
Co-starring  Glorfindel

Chapter One

Elladan and Elrohir pored over a large map. A map of Imladris to be exact. Their twin brows furrowed with twin frowns as they marked out Imladris's external defences.

"I told you gwanur-nin, this will not work! There will be a bottleneck here, and here, and HERE!" yelled Elladan for the 40th time, very much exasperated.

"Elladan Peredhel, can you NOT see the clearings here…"

External defences at always been the Peredhel twins' job. They had a knack for knowing where and when to attack, almost an uncanny reminiscence of their father in his early warrior days.

Glorfindel happened to chance upon the twins starting a shouting match. He grinned as pushed open the carved door, this happened almost every single time they re-planned the external defences. Nonetheless, the plans were flawless each time. Imladris owed its safety largely to the intellect and capability of the twins.

"Now now children, don't bicker." teased Glorfindel, "you'll need all the little maturity you can get on this trip your father is sending you on."

Twin glares fixed themselves on the golden haired Seneschal. Glorfindel stared back unblinking.

"I am NOT immature at all, Glorfindel of the Golden Flower House. Regarding my not so bright nitwit of a brother, that's another matter." snapped Elladan.

"I beg to differ!" huffed Elrohir.

"Well, technically both of you are twins so if Elrohir is immature, so are you, Elladan." Glorfindel replied.

"Your reasoning is screwed up." shot back the twins.

After a silent minute, Glorfindel carried on to explain the journey that they would have to undertake to Lothlorien. As usual, it was to discuss military affairs.

"The old bat Galadriel probably wants to steal our defence plans. Old hag." mumbled Elladan under his breath.

The twins were not very fond of their power-hungry grandmother. But their grandfather however, brought them joy whenever they went to Lorien.

"Who sent for us? Or are we being sent?" enquired the more level-headed and sensible Elrohir.

"A messenger from Lorien arrived an hour ago. He left as soon as the message was delivered. Strange fellow he was, hair all over the place and slightly large-set for an elf. Probably the result of the old ba- I mean Galadriel's, lembas…" said Glorfindel rather detachedly, absently rubbing the back of his neck.

"Er Glorfy…hey Glorfy! Come back to your senses will you?" Elladan agitatedly snapped his fingers in front of Glorfindel's face.

"Huh what? Oh er…go back, you leave this evening." Glorfindel carried on, "Very rushed eh…strange, the old hag is getting weirder every century…Did I say old hag?"

"Go sleep Glor, you are mumbling unintelligible sentences. Elrond must have tired you out last night." quibbled Elrohir, grinning slightly.'

more to come soon! please R and R!