Elladan and Elrohir smiled smugly to each other over the limp form of Allarah. They finally had what they were after. Allarah looked from one to the other, before slapping them both hard across the face.

"You both do that again and I'll make you suffer so much you'll wish you were never born!"

"What?" complained one, holding his hand to his aching cheek.

"I thought you enjoyed it!"

"We enjoyed it!"

"I meant leaving the blind fold on you two half bred rascals!" Allarah leant back in to the circle of their arms, a smile upon her face. The other two smiled down at her tenderly, serious for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.

"Allarah…" Elrohir began, somewhat cautiously.

"Yes?" She asked, holding their hands to her, one over the other over her heart.

"Would you consider…"

"I mean, we want you to but, it's up to you."

"Elladan, let me finish!"

"Well, I had to say that, otherwise she didn't know we wanted her to stay!"

"Well now she knows anyway and I didn't even get to ask her!"

"So? Then what's the problem?"

"I was supposed to ask her!"

"Ahhh…Elladan? Elrohir?"

"What!" both of them asked, turning to her too frustrated with each other to realise that Allarah was watching both of them, highly amused.

"If you two are done, then I'll tell you what. if you can convince me to stay, I'll stay!"

"How are we going to do that?" asked Elladan, unsure of were this was going.

"If you want me to stay, you'll figure something out."

"But what can we do that we haven't already done?" asked Elrohir, not having the slightest clue as to how they were going to get Allarah to stay with them.

"Yes! We've already given you our undivided attention, our affection, ourselves, our…"

"Thankyou Elladan!"

"I'm sure you'll think of something," said Allarah, smiling, before settling down between the two of hem to sleep. The two brothers looked at each other, confused, before settling down beside her, their arms firmly wrapped around her, content for now to have her in their arms.

Glorfindel sighed in exasperation, for what seemed like the thousandth time since the night before. He had been summoned to Elronds chambers early that morning, and, (thanks to Lorasar, he might add!) he was late. He continues up the long corridor, before knocking on the door to Elronds study.

"Yes?" came the sound of Elronds voice from within the room.

Glorfindel opened the door, coming to sit by Elrond in front of the large table that occupied a large part of the room.

"You wanted to see me old friend?"

"Yes, but first, I hope Lorasar is well?" he asked, some concern in his eyes.

"Yes, she is fine," Glorfindel answered confused. "Why wouldn't she be?"

"It's just not like you to be tardy is all Glorfindel."

"Oh…ahhh…she is very well at the moment my friend."

"I see. Ahh…to be newly wed, hm? Now, as happy as I am for the two of you, I was wondering if you had seen my sons, or the Lady Allarah?"

"No, Elrond, not recently, I have been…preoccupied."

"They haven't been seen since yesterday afternoon."

"And Allarah was with them?"

"As far as I know."

"Well, my friend, I think you have just answered your own question."

The two Lords looked at each other, and laughed. Both were well aware of the twins extra curricular activities, and it was something of a joke between the two.

"So," continues Glorfindel, pouring Elrond a glass of wine, "What was the real reason you called me to you this morn, old friend?"

"I thought you would get to that. As I'm sure you of all people are aware, Glorfindel, Lorasar and Allarah are wardens of Lorien."

"Yes?"

"Well, I had wondered if you have given any thought to where the two ladies will be staying, given their responsibilities to the fences of Lorien, and the Lord and Lady, and your responsibilities to Imladris."

Glorfindel looked downcast. This very question had oft plagued his thoughts, and he wondered just what the final outcome would be. One of them would have to leave their people, their home, for neither would leave the other, and he knew that in the end, it would all come down to what Lorasar wanted, for he hadn't the heart to make her unhappy.

Galdrion rolled off of the limp form of his youngest wife, ignoring the tears that threatened to spill from the corners of her eyes, and the look of blind hatred she gave him. He ran a hand down her side. "I should think of a name for you, unworthy one, for it is becoming tedious indeed to have nothing to call you." He glanced at the tears that ran from her eyes, wiping one onto his finger, before tasting it. "Yes," he murmured to himself. You shall be She Who Weeps Pale Tears. Go and join the other wives now, make me something to eat. Wake me when it is prepared." She left him then, and ran as far in to the forest as she could, her breathe coming in short gasps, until she heard footsteps behind her, and a hand grabbing her shoulder, throwing her to the ground.

"You try to escape my ruling, woman!" snarled Galdrion, pulling her hair back to face him, and ruthlessly dragging her to her feet. His other hand whipped around to slap her hard across the face, and she gasped in pain at the sting of his heavy hand. He rained blows upon her twisting body, enjoying her small screams of agony, until a hard voice, one that could cut through steel or freeze a mans soul to the core cut through the clearing.

"Daro"

Daro- Stop (according to another story I read)

A/N lol. I laughed reading Your review Crecy, almost as much as I laughed writing this chapter. I love playing with the twins. They're such versatile and humorous characters. I can really have some fun with them.

Let me know what you think. I need your opinions. Do you think that Galdrion could change for the better, or do you think that he'd always remain the scoundrel he is? Personally, I think he is incapable of change, but what do you think?

And what of Allarah and the twins, what are your bets for what she wants from the two twins? Three guesses, first two don't count.lol

Enjoy (and 3 guesses as to who stopped the horrific beating on the fences. Here's a hint. His name begins with H. lol