OMG! I finally updated! Thankies for all of my reviews,I was really amazed. I really have to apologise though withmy late update and all, I was realy planning to get it up a week after, but with school and all, I couldn't, so evryone I'm really sorry. And I''l be emailing my review responses ASAP.

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

To say that the inn was smoky was like saying that Mt. Doom was a tranquil mountain, and free of all evil. Quiet an understatement. In the corner of the inn, two hooded elves and a human sat, awaiting their 10th round of drinks. The human, lets call him Aragorn, shall we, had his feet crossed on the table and leaned back on his stool and leant against the wall. He had the look on his face saying 'yes I'm drunk, and I am damn well pleased about it!'.

The elves, Elladan and Elrohir, stared at their brother as he drank, and he drank, and he drank. Drink after blessed drink. A pile of beer mugs accumulated in the middle of the table in a haphazard mess, and Aragorn was laughing to himself, or perhaps at himself, whilst swaying around his half empty beer mug, and splashing, to much disgust, over Elladan, who foolishly sat next to the ranger.

Wiping the umpteenth splash from his eyes with one finger, he glowered at his brother, who just responded with a crooked grin. Groaning and turning to his other brother he whispered, 'can't we go yet? I took a bath not too long ago, and I am really not ready for another one.' His eyes widened and he frowned as another splash ran down the back of his tunic.

Rolling his eyes, Elrohir grinned 'I wish we could go, but you heard Ada…', Putting on his best Elrond accent the raven haired elf imitated, 'If he comes back drunk, I will personally hang you two. I want this Solstice to be at least a little peaceful. A ranger with a hangover is the last thing I want'. Elladan sighed heavily and picked up his mug of beer the bartender just left. 'But, what if we sneak him inside and', taking a momentarily sip from his mug, Elladan thought. Setting down the cup and leaning back on his seat, he continued, 'Yes, we could always sneak him in, lock him in his room, and keep Ada and anyone else for that matter away from his room. It's easy'.

Elrohir shifted his away from his brother and shook his head. All of a sudden he jumped. Thinking something was wrong, Elladan jumped out with his seat and managed to tip the table over with a large din, garnering all attention in the inn. Grinning slightly, and turning a deep shade of red, Elrohir turned the table back to it's correct position and re-seated himself. Looking up at his brother, and noticing a dagger in his hand. He grabbed his brothers arm and yanked him back into his seat. 'What is wrong with you?' he hissed into his twin's ear.

Elladan blanched. 'What's wrong with me? Why did you suddenly jump like you sat on a Morgul blade?' Elrohir just simply pointed to Elladan's left. Giving his brother a weird look, he slowly followed the direction his brother was pointing at… and almost fainted. Aragorn was gone.

Both twins, more carefully this time jumped out of their seats, and went in search of their little brother. Almost immediately they found him, talking to the barmaid, and simply putting it, he was talking to her breasts. Wide-eyed and basically drooling, Aragorn continued to mumble in alcohol provoked language, but still managed to elicit a few giggles from the barmaid. Elrohir was about to stride over there, apologise and grab his brother, until the barmaids boyfriend showed up.

'Ro could see his brother's head keep inching upwards until he couldn't look no more. And what did the pest of the human say? 'Whoooo…you're, big. Aren't you?'. The big burly man looked down and raised one of his bear like paws. That was when Elladan dashed over to his brother, knocking over a few people in the process, and… took the brunt of the force. He went crashing into Aragorn and they both fell into a table which was occupied by a couple of dwarves. Anther fight ensued. Of course, Elladan lost.

A cough came from Elrohir's left and grinning to himself, he turned in that direction. Elladan sat there with narrowed eyes and a deepening frown. 'Now, dear brother, you can't say that I lost, 'twas the dwarves. All we had was a uh… friendly chat'

Laughing in spite of his brother, Elrohir rolled his eyes. 'Indeed, yes, you put up some sort of a fight. If that's what you want to call it, that is'. Slightly easing Táridur of his shoulder, and turning so he was now leaning on Elrohir's chest, he slowly rubbed some feeling back into his now dead shoulder.

Elladan, still bouncing Kirwen on his slowly tiring knees glowered and glared at his brother with hard, grey eyes, and continued the story.

Getting up and brushing himself down, and helping up the day-dreamy Aragorn, Elladan quickly apologised to the dwarves. Elrohir quickly joined his side, but soon was flying back in the same direction he came. Quite complexed, Elladan let his hold of Aragorn go and turned around. There stood, to much regret, the barmaids boyfriend, who Elladan proudly dubbed 'BigFeet'. Putting on the most innocent look he could muster, Elladan opened his mouth to say something, but a fist filled it. Again knocking into the dwarves table and sending one crashing to the ground, Elladan tried to clear the spinning sensation in his head, before he was grabbed by the ankle and was hanging upside down in BigFeet's iron grip. Twisting his body around, so he could just about see the man's mouth, all he could do was watch it flap opened and closed, in what it seemed, in some sort of threat. Before he knew it, he was falling back towards the ground and landed in an ungracious heap. Though, on top of the poor dwarf who was trying to pull himself off the floor from being knocked down the first time.

One dwarf, as Elladan could guess, was the leader of the small group, pounced on Elladan's back and started to hit him in the back of the neck with his small fists. Spitting out blood from his mouth onto the already dirty floor, Elladan bucked out backwards and managed to dislodge the leader from his back. Thinking was all over, he stood up only to fall back down. 'Aiya! These dwarves are insufferable. Now what?'. Wheezing slightly, and looking towards his chest, he soon found the problem. A rather large and bulky dwarf was sitting atop his abdomen and chest. Shutting his eyes, and trying to wiggle the dwarf off his efforts were soon cut off when a harsh tug of his hair made his head jerk backwards and hit floor, and for a few seconds all went blank. 'Why is this happening? All I wanted was to get Aragorn back'. A giggle to his side brought him out of his thoughts and momentary blindness and glancing in the direction of the giggle, Elladan almost fainted for the second time in 5 minutes.

The last thing Elrohir knew was flying through the air. 'Ha! And Ada said that Elves cannot fly'. Easing himself up of the cold floor and trying to bite back a groan of pain, he scanned the room. He couldn't find Aragorn anywhere, but what he did find was he poor brother. 'He always had something with dwarves…'. Rubbing his aching back and wincing when he came along a bruise with his fingers, Elrohir forgot all about Aragorn and went to help his brother.

He didn't get too far that is, only a few steps away from his landing spot, when he decided that Elladan could hold his own for a few minutes. Running a hand across his face and growling, he menacingly strode towards his little brother.

Aragorn was having the time of his life; he had managed to chat up a girl, managed to escape a fist, and he flew! But still, for the new King of Gondor, this wasn't enough. He wanted to buy at least something to remember his escapades. Though buy, wouldn't be the word I would have used. Aragorn stumbled under a table of some drunken Rohirrim, took a spear from one of the gang, and then crawled his way out of the door… until he got stepped on that was.

Aragorn got his newly found spear and managed to jab the leg of his assailant a few times before feeling a hard kick to his rump and he found himself skidding a few metres across the floor and out of the door. He dizzily pulled himself up off the floor, and stood there for a few minutes trying to get his balanced. Then, from in front of him, eight fuzzy blobs materialized out of the door, and headed towards him.

Elrohir was torn he knew he should have gone for his elder brother first, but Elladan might be in one of his moods, and he would only aggravate the situation, so gathering his wits, he went after the four men who got up and went after Aragorn.

He only managed to push is way to his brother, and saw him grappling another man for the spear. Muttering to himself, Elrohir went over and pried Aragorn's hand off his end of the spear. But he didn't realise that Aragorn wasn't only holding the spear, he was pulling, and so, the man on the other end of the spear stumbled and splashed into a pile of mud, not only getting himself dirty, but a few of his group, also. He was humiliated.

He got up and squelched to the pair of brothers. Elrohir pushed Aragorn behind him and set his jaw. By what Elrohir could guess, and what he could smell, this man was even more drunk than Aragorn. He was soon cut out of his thoughts went a fist crashed into his stomach. He feel to his knees and he doubled over in pain. Clutching his stomach, he tried to regain his breath, but soon he was held fast to the floor by two muscular men holding him down. Elrohir struggled, but that only rewarded him with a smack upside his head.

Aragorn seriously didn't stand a chance, but still he smiled when the man hit him. This was agreeably infuriating for the man, so he kept raining down punches to Aragorn. Letting out a yelp of surprise, Aragorn fell to the floor flat on his back and stared up above him. With his hand, he probed his aching face and grimaced. Grabbing the nearest rock, he chucked it at his foe and grinned when he hard a 'thunk', a cry and then a crash. Pushing himself up, so he was sitting, Aragorn smiled as he saw his foe sprawled out on the floor and sleeping.

The men holding down Elrohir, pushed their captive forward and rushed over to their leader. 'Eomer? Eomer? Are you okay?' They were given a groan and a stir as a response. Turning to face Aragorn, the men hauled him up by his tunic, so their faces were only a few centimetres apart, and roared. 'You had better watch your step, you had better be regretful for what you have caused'. The man dropped Aragorn to the floor and pulled Eomer up from the floor and walked off. Giving a squeaky retort, Aragorn bit back 'Yeah? Yeah… well, your… your breath smells bad! You mean man!' Folding his arms and giving a firm humpf, Aragorn watched them disappear into the night.

Hauling himself with one hand and still holding his stomach, Elrohir grunted and made his way up to his feet. Walking over to his brother, slightly hunched over, Elrohir hoisted his brother up from the floor, and held him steady. He was making his way over to the inn before a dwarf cam flying out of the door and zooming past them, and landed on a heap on the floor. Closing his eyes and then opening them again, Elrohir tried to remember when dwarves had the ability to fly. He was soon answered when a red-faced Elladan stumbled into the doorway, and leaned against the frame with one hand and with his other hand gently grasping his crotch. Elladan took deep breaths, he then took a shaky one in before straightening up and limping over to the downed dwarf.

Towering over the small dwarf Elladan boomed, 'Kick me there again Dwarf, and I swear to the Valar that you will not even have legs to do it again, and you will be missing a part of your anatomy.' He shook his dagger in front of the dwarf's face just for emphasis. Turning and noticing his brother staring at him gaping and wide eyed, Elladan gave them a cocky shrug, then collapsed to his knees, bent over and then whimpered.

A trail of dwarves came running out of the inn with their bellies wobbling, noticed their unconscious companion, shook their heads simultaneously, pulled him off the floor and then marched off.

Settling Aragorn down on the floor, and leaning him against the inn wall, Elrohir went over to his brother. Kneeling down in front of him, he gently touched his brother's shoulder. Elladan raised his head slowly and turned his watery gaze to his brother. 'Ow', Elladan whispered unevenly, and then slumped his head forward onto Elrohir's chest and sighed heavily. Elrohir felt sorry for his brother, he knew oh too well what he was feeling, but he still couldn't help but laugh. Stroking his brother's hair, soothing him a little, Elrohir sat there for a while.

Aragorn sat in the shadows huddling a golden thing to his chest, and chuckled.

Bad, good? Need changing.
Real sorry it took so long to update.

-Dae