Lay it Down for Love
Psalm 136
Two warriors fell from grace into darkness and hell. The one woman they loved so desperately and so purely was killed by evil. Their devastation was endless, but they hid it cleverly behind a mask of anger and rage. Their blue eyes, once so playful and cheerful, were dark and filled with an emotion they could never hope to describe, but neither did they want to. Their anger gave them a way to escape from the painful reality their mother was gone.
Elladan and Elrohir wandered the lands with one purpose and one purpose alone: to kill Orcs. Their hearts were set on and none, not even their father, could stop them from returning to the wild. They gave no thought to danger or fear of death. In their rage, there was no place for fear.
The twins took all they could from the Orcs, their lives, trying to find satiation for the endless want for blood. Perhaps somewhere in their hearts, they thought that if they destroyed the killers, their mother would return to them. It was a naïve thought, but they couldn't move past their pain.
Soon, their killings of Orcs almost became a suicide attempt. They would take on groups of Orcs bigger than thirty. The wounds they accumulated were life-threatening, but the sight of their own blood almost felt good, that their blood was compensating for the blood that would have been shed if they had not killed the Orcs.
One night, they came upon a horrible scene. Rangers dead all around them and Arathorn was dead with an arrow through his eyes. Gilraen lay not far off. Elladan and Elrohir were consumed by their grief and shook with rage. This was it. They would kill every Orc on Middle Earth and they would not return until they had.
Elrohir's keen ears picked up a sound of a sob, and he found an dead Orc laying on top of a baby, but not killing it. He pushed the body off the small being and picked him up. He could tell just by looking into the child's eyes that he was Arathorn's son. He shushed the child and walked over to his brother.
"We must take him to Ada." The twins nodded to one another and then rode to Rivendell.
They had found a brother. They laid down their weapons for the most part, to care for their new sibling. Estel, they named him, and waited for him to grow to take up his destiny. All the while, they watched over him and protected him, ready to spring if danger reared its ugly head at their brother.