Hello there again, this was supposed to be up by Friday, but beacuse loads was going on, simply it wasn't thaks to all the poeple who's reviwed love you all -huggles reviewers- and all you who just read, please justcomment, I realy need the support, to be honest with you, I think I'm a bit of a crud writer comapred to most . Anyways, here's the next installment.
Sniggering under his hands Rúnya stared in the direction of Elladan and watched his little sister poke his stomach. Táridur curled up a little more in Elrohir's lap and watched his siblings slowly torment Elladan. As for Elrohir, he wasn't helping the situation much, he was going into further detail of the whole 'Mighty Elladan gets kicked in the nuts by a simpleton dwarf' story.
Feeling himself turn hotter than the flames in the fireplace, and feeling his temper raise, Elladan done the best thing he could… he yelled. 'You', he growled, grasping the elfling in his lap, 'If you poke me any lower than you're going, or in any matter, poke me any more…I will kill you'. Kirwen lowered her head, nodded and cuddled the irate Elf Lord in a crushing embrace. Rolling his eyes, and pointing to Rúnya, Elladan continued 'And if you keep laughing at me, I'll show you how much it hurts…and worse'. Giving a smirk Rúnya just shrugged and smiled.
Elladan then turned his attention to his brother, who immediately stopped his tale when he felt Elladan's eyes burn holes in him. Slowly turning his head, he met Elladan's eyes. 'And you, Elrohir, if you EVER bring this up again or EVER go into that much detail again I will tell them the story when you and Sh…. Ai!'
Elrohir threw Táridur to the side, dashed over to his brother and kicked him none to gently in the side to stop him from saying whatever was coming next. Grinning at his brother Elrohir retorted 'I don't think they want to hear about that Gwandur, they are still bit young'. Rúnya and Táridur exchanged curious looks and raised an eyebrow at each other.
Leaving a fuming Elladan behind him and a scared Kirwen, Elrohir went back to his seating place and let Táridur reposition himself.
'Now, that everyone is comfy, I'll continue, yes?' Getting no reply and a just a sour look, Elrohir took that as his invitation to resume the story.
Still clutching his shining possession, Aragorn watched his brothers and couldn't help but feel slightly responsible. He was worried that they wouldn't love him as much anymore, he did cause a lot of trouble to say the least. He scared himself thinking that even worse things might have occurred, and that he may not have been able to get his assailant down. Absent-mindingly stroking the embossed lettering on his newly found treasure he turned his gaze to the floor and kept thinking about possible outcomes, if he would have taken the advice his brothers had gave him; 'Don't drink too much, maybe we should just go now', they may still be sitting in the inn chatting, or even on their way home now. But he had then just told them he was fine and kept drinking, but he couldn't shake the feeling that all of this could have been avoided because of him.
Returning his look onto the twins, he wondered what they were talking about, Elrohir on second thoughts seemed to do most of the talking and Elladan, it actually shocked him to see what his brother was doing, was he crying? Taking a few shuffles forward to get a better look. He wish he hadn't, Elladan was really crying, and was truly upset.
'ELROHIR!', a loud roar echoed in the Hall of Fire and made everyone jump, including Rúnya, which was rather surprising. 'For Eru's sake, I was not crying'. Thinking for a moment and then nodding, Elrohir gave a small smile and a wink to Táridur, and then said ,'Okay then! Maybe you weren't crying but…you were at least weeping'.
'Damn you Elrohir! Where is that scholar brain of yours gone! Even I know that crying and weeping are the same things. And I was doing neither of them!'. He shook his head then continued to calm Kirwen down from his little uproar, that more than likely scared the wits out of the drowsy elfling.
'Alright, whatever you say', then a little more quietly to Táridur and Rúnya, he whispered 'But he was shedding tears'. All three of them grinned when they noticed Elladan didn't overhear them and gave a more sincere smile when they saw him rocking Kirwen to sleep. 'I'll continue then'.
Aragorn noticed Elladan shake his head for the umpteenth time and feebly push Elrohir away from him. Being a little more forceful this time Elrohir tugged his brother up of the sodden ground, and let Elladan lean on him before whispering something into his ear and watched his brother give small nod.
Aragorn must have been day dreaming because the next thing he knew both his brothers were kneeling in front of him and giving him a curious look. Lifting his head, Aragorn gave a weak smile and then looked at the ground once more.
'Is any thing the matter Estel?' Aragorn winced at the pain in Elladan's voice and silently shook his head. Elrohir just shrugged at leant in a little closer to Aragorn. 'Come now, why don't we go home? If we're lucky we can at least make the boarders by nightfall tomorrow.' Aragorn thought on this and then after a little while he nodded his head and accepted the hand offered to him.
Elrohir steadied Aragorn and then said 'Since neither of you are in a position to do anything, I'll go fetch our horses.' And with that he walked off and left his two brother's alone'.
The silence and maybe the crickets chirping in the night were deafening to Aragorn. He lifted his head and stared at his brother who was just ogling at nothing in particular. Having a closer inspection on his brother, Aragorn flinched when he caught site of his brothers split and swollen lip. Chewing on his reflectively, he thought 'that there should be mine, I can't believe he took that for me. I deserved it!'. When he looked at Elladan again he started when he noticed his brother giving him a questioning look. 'Are you sure that you are okay?'. Aragorn just replied with a meagre 'yes'.
Silence once again filled the void and it was driving Aragorn crazy. ''Dan?' Said brother took his gaze from the distance and turned it Aragorn, not saying nothing, but Aragorn knew he was waiting. 'I…I…I and er… you, I'm sor…sor'. Aragorn became frustrated at not trying to get his words out and waited to at least be berated by his brother. Elladan noticed he was struggling and cut him off. Elladan embraced him and shook his head. 'There is nothing to be sorry for gwandur nin. What's done is done. At least you know your limitations now.' Leaning into the hug, and giving a sigh of relief, Aragorn relaxed more.
After a few moments, Elrohir returned with the horses and beamed at the sight he saw. 'I really thought Elladan would have at least hit him. I'm just a tad disappointed actually.' They were so consumed in themselves, when Elrohir tapped his brother on the shoulder, Aragorn jumped sky high and smacked Elrohir in the face on reflex.
Aragorn started to utter the words 'sorry and you okay', over and over again, but Elrohir just passed it off with a wave of his hand, 'I guess I deserved that Estel, no harm done honestly. I will just have a nice bruise on my cheek bone.' Aragorn smiled but still said sorry again and spun around twice trying to look for his other brother. Suddenly stumbling over, Aragorn turned around once more and found the brother he was looking for gritting his teeth and giving evils to both Elrohir and Aragorn. 'How many more times must I be dragged to, dropped to, pushed to or slung onto the damned FLOOR! You had might as well drag me home, tied to the horses' saddle'.
Elrohir turned from tightening his packs on his horse, 'Brother dear, I wouldn't say things like that as it can be arranged'. Snorting in response, Elladan unsteadily pulled himself up off the floor and hobbled to his horse. Stroking the pure black coat of the horse, he pulled himself up onto it, and much to Aragorn's worry, a little less fluent that usual.
Biting his lip to keep down a yelp. Elladan read his brother's face and just smiled to reassure him that he was fine. Aragorn wasn't convinced, and still not all that sober, he shambled over to his horse, tried to pull himself over, but slipped and landed on his belly across the saddle of the horse. Elrohir berated Elladan for his outburst of laughing and went over to assist Aragorn. After a few minutes of slapping, pulling and screaming at each other, Aragorn was finally seated properly on his horse. Elrohir was just grateful that the horse was patient enough to go through all that.
The trip was a slow one, Aragorn had fallen of his horse a few times and Elladan was finding to horse riding so excruciating, he resorted to sitting on the horse on his knees. But that was a bad idea when he almost fell off it trying to dodge a branch of a tree. So here he was now, sitting on the horse like a maiden.
Elrohir was bored, and was getting tired and frustrated. When he said that they were to be lucky, he really didn't mean it. He thought he'd reach the boarders. But at the rate they were going there was no way that they could. When Aragorn tumbled off his horse again. Elrohir decided that it was time for them to stop. Gently pulling on the reigns, he got off his horse and tried not to laugh at the scene before him. Aragorn lay face down in the mud with his legs in the air, and Elladan was sitting sideways on the horse, and Elrohir noticed that if you stuck some apples in Elladan's tunic and replace it with a dress, you'd have Arwen.
Helping his brother down from his horse and saying ,'There you are milady, hope the ride wasn't too strenuous', he then left Elladan to rant and rave to himself and went to go and assist Aragorn.
When he got there. Aragorn had pried his head out of the mud with a sickly sucking noise and was trying to dislodge the rest of his body out of the thick mud. But when he couldn't, he gave up and just fell back to the floor defeated. Standing so he feet were either side of Aragorn's waist, Elrohir grabbed the back of Aragorn's coat and pulled him up and out and slowly dragged him backwards. Finally when Aragorn was out of the mud and was sitting on the floor, staring at the mud in some sort of staring contest, Elrohir rubbed his dirty hands on his breeches, untied all of their belongings and let the horses go, ready to be called back when needed.
Dragging Aragorn to a tree he set him there and went to the fuming Elladan. 'Now, brother, don't get mad, but I'm going to need your help setting up camp. I can't do it all alone, and Estel, well he's preoccupied.' And he was, if you call wavering on the spot doing something. Sighing and nodding his answer, the twins set off to set up camp.
During the time they were working, Aragorn felt more light headed and soon, he was slumped on the tree in an easy slumber. Turning from his work when he heard a soft snore, Elladan glared when he noticed his brother just sleeping. After a while, the camp was set up and Elladan and Elrohir were around the small fire. Elrohir was just staring off into space and Elladan was resting on a rock. Aragorn soon stirred and garnered the attention of his brothers and returned their looks with a grin. Easing himself up off the floor, he went and sat next to Elrohir and rested on him.
He was about to doze off again when his brother tensed and saw him turn his head in the direction of their older brother. He was about to copy his brother's action, but was soon cut off to think other things when he heard a hiss come from behind Elrohir. 'I told you that you would regret it boy'.
Elrohir was about to continue when he heard a screech come from the left of him. Jumping and sending Táridur falling forwards off him. All attention was turned to see Kirwen kneeling in a rather uncomfortable place for Elladan. Squeaking out the best he could, 'Don't people want me to give babies? I think I am seriously damaged there now'. Elladan was in a tight spot. He knew from last time that waking Kirwen from her sleep wasn't the best thing to do, but it really hurt.
Turning a pleading face to Táridur and Rúnya, he silently pleaded them to do something. Rúnya was scheming something Táridur just knew it and his guesses were confirmed when Rúnya spoke out. 'Say what Elladan, you want us to move Kirwen right? Well how about saying a please or something?'
Narrowing is eyes and cringing when Kirwen moved a little, Elladan answered, 'Something'. Rúnya growled at his own joke being turned around, 'That isn't going to help you much, being so cocky. If you want our help, you're going to have to earn it'. Lifting an eyebrow and turning to his brother he continued. 'So? Do you yield?'
Elladan knew he was going to have to say yes. But he didn't want to. And as if on cue, Kirwen shuffled a little but so her knees were directly pressing down on his crotch, not very gently at all. Gritting his teeth, he let out a muffled 'yes'. Turning his head, pretending not to hear, Rúnya asked, 'what was that?'. Again through gritted teeth, either because of pain or annoyance, Elladan answered again, 'Okay!'. Enjoying this game Rúnya asked just once more for fun, 'Say again'.
At the top of his voice, Elladan let out a string of curses that surprised Rúnya to say the least, but he calmed down a little and replied 'I said for the third time, you deaf brat, yes, okay, alright, just get this spawn of Mordor of me!' He punctuated each word just to get it through Rúnya's head.
Elrohir watched this exchange with great amusement but did feel a little remorse for his brother. But if he was in Elladan's place he was sure that his brother wouldn't even bat an eyelid for him.
Rúnya got up from his place near the fire, stooped down in front of Elladan and his sister gave him smug look, and slowly eased his sister off Elladan and placed her on the chair that Elladan was leaning against. Giving and arrogant sneer once more to Elladan he slowly walked off back to his seat.
To much discomfort of his own, Elladan stretched out his leg and brought it swinging up right in between Rúnya's legs. With an 'oomph', Rúnya fell to the floor whimpered. Feeling no remorse for the brunette, Elladan scoffed. 'Y'know I've always wanted to do that.'
Spinning around on his knees, Rúnya crawled forward to the raven haired lord and scowled at him. This time with a smug look of his own Elladan asked, 'Can I help you?'. Quite taken aback when Rúnya grabbed his tunic collar and pulled him closer to his face he watched as Rúnya's face turned as red as a tomato. 'You will be so sorry you done that. Mark my words.' Pushing Elladan back into the chair Rúnya got back up and waddled over to his seat and plopped firmly down on the floor.
Táridur and Elrohir, stared as both their brother's threaten each other, it wasn't long before Elrohir mentioned, 'So, it's not only me who has an yrch for a brother'. Táridur gently shook his head, and for the first time in ages he calmly spoke out. 'Can we now please listen and not fight?'. He directed his gaze at both Elladan and Rúnya when he had said that. When both sore and defeated elves just sighed and crossed their arms, Táridur turned to Elrohir and nudged him to continue. Brought out of his stupor, Elrohir shook his head to clear the cobwebs and then went on.
Yay! Another update, don't you all love me? ANwhos, you know the drill... Namaarie for now.