Hyperactive forever: My minions apologise in advance for anything they might (will) do to Elladan. I haven't quite matched your cliffie, but just you wait. Please update B.C soon because my spiders are teething and you know how much they like to bite elves………… Enjoy
Elrohir bit his lip, calling out immediately would only attract attention. Silence fell about the bidders; no one wanted the shivering half-dead human. Elrohir broke it cautiously. "I bid." he said firmly. "How much son?" someone asked, almost kindly.
Son thought Elrohir in disgust I was on this fair earth before your forefathers had graced it. However he controlled his anger and said calmly "20,"
"Anymore? Sold!"
They threw Estel down; Elrohir steeled himself and grabbed his little brother roughly, even without a glance down he could tell he was hurt. With a determinedly blank face, he let Estel crumple to the floor beside him, keeping only hand on the collar of Estel's tunic.
Elrohir waited quietly until his twin was too moved from the wings. Elladan stood proudly, yet fear flickered in his eyes and he was desperately searching for Estel. This time a few people raised meagre bids. Elrohir could not stand the now ever growing fear in Elladan's eyes as they looked in turn at every person who shouted out bids and curses.
"I bid." called Elrohir confidently. Silence one again reverberated off the filthy glasses. "Sold!" The auctioneer cried again. Elladan's arms were tied behind his back, someone handed Elrohir a frayed and harsh piece of rope attached to his brother's wrists. He made toward the exit. "You'll not be wanting a room then son?" an old man -probably the landlord- inquired good-humouredly peered at Elladan and Estel. Elrohir shook his head. He was about to step out into the snow when a man stopped him by placing a filthy hand on his shoulder. He had an evil look about him. "Yes?" said Elrohir tersely, wishing to get away from this place as soon as possible. "Something you should know," the man growled, "There're brothers, these two. Shouldn't have bought them. Family's bad. But if you threaten the young one, this one," he jerked Elladan forward, roughly snatching the rope that was bound around his wrists "He'll do whatever you say." He handed Elrohir the rope and, grinning nastily, walked off. Elrohir stared after him then he was brought back to the present by Estel's soft moan.
He walked out the door doing his best to growl at his twin and ailing foster brother. They made their way up the hill; thankfully the inn was surrounded by no more then a quarter of a mile of open land before it clashed with the snow-laden trees. Many stood in the cold and watched them go. All too aware of the eyes on his back, Elrohir turned sharply uphill; Estel stumbled and fell to his knees. Elrohir cringed as his brother let out a dry sob; Elladan stooped next to him and shot a venomous glare at Elrohir. He growled at his little brother mentally berating himself. Elladan was still next to Estel, his eyes flicked up onto Elrohir's face for a second then down at Estel again as he muttered a curse in elvish. Elrohir stopped in shock; he knew Elladan did not know whom he was talking to, but pained his more then any orc wound to hear Elladan curse at him with such hate.
True they had squabbled before, but they had never waged outright war on each other. Elladan's harsh words played in his head as they trudged through the unrelenting snow. Elrohir turned; most onlookers had returned into the relative warm and comfort of the inn. "We will go faster if you let me carry my brother." Elladan said adding a few more curses to the list unaware of the toll they were taking on his brother. "Yes," said Elrohir softly "Yes, you do that."