Whooo! I actually posted a chapter before I intedned to! I should put updays on my calender when i need to update huh? I'd be a bit more organinsed then wouldn't I? Anyways here it is, as promised, oh and theres a bit of swearing in here -cringe-

Chapter 10: Elladan's Losing It!

Elrohir was more than concerned. His brother had rushed to the bathroom three times in the last 10 minutes after a coughing fit. He stood outside the locked door, leading to the room his brother now occupied. Elrohir was trying his best to forget about and convince himself that Elladan was alright, but his efforts proved futile. He knew Elladan was hiding something. He knew it!

He heard soft breathing coming from behind him and smiled when he caught site of his other brother's ghost. Giving it a small smile, he then occupied the nearest chair and slumped into a haphazard position. He heard the ghost chuckle some what and then stand in front of him. It stood there, still for a few minutes before continuing. 'Before, when I first woke up like this, I didn't know who you are, and yet, I find myself thinking that I have known you for years. You are Elrohir, right?'

Elrohir gave a definite nod, and his mouth curved into a bigger smile. This meant that Aragorn was slowly remembering, maybe he should remember what he forgot. 'I thought I knew, you, Elrohir, you were always the odd one. You could any position comfortable, even the ones I couldn't even bend into!'

'You always notice the small details don't you?' Both brothers smiled. There was hope. Their conversation carried on for a few more minutes, until an unnoticed Elrond cleared his throat. Both heads shot up and their conversation immediately stopped.

Elrond's head looked from side to side and then his eye fell on his son. 'Elrohir? Who are you talking to?' Aragorn and Elrohir shared a surprised look, and with a quick farewell, the ghost left. Elrohir was dumb silent for a few more moments before answering.

'I was errrr…singing. Yeah I was singing Ada'.

Elrond was more than perplexed, his son most certainly did not inherit that singing voice from him…maybe it was his mother. 'Did not seem like singing my son. But oh well, I can never keep up with the trends in this age'.

Chuckling, Elrohir turned from his sideways position in his chair into a more regal one when he noticed the herbs his father was carrying. Elrond walked over, felt for a temperature, then knelt in front of his son, and began prodding at his leg. 'Has this been giving you any pain?' Elrohir shook his head with not even a wince. 'No, Ada, it seems as if it is healed. I have to hobble sometimes, my leg seems weak sometimes, but there is no pain'.

He felt the bandages slip off his thigh and looked down and saw three red scratches. He looked up to Elrond who had walked over to the bed where he had placed all his materials. Not even turning around to address his son, Elrond spoke, 'It has healed fine, but there is one concern'. He turned around with a dust of his hands, 'Where is that twin of yours?'

With a mere point, Elrohir indicated the bathroom. Elrond shook his head with a small sigh and knocked at the door.

Elladan was in a kneeled position over a bowl. He took in a deep breath and then fell backwards onto the wall behind him, closed his eyes and tried to settle his stomach. Getting away from Elrohir was worse than he could ever believe, the thing was so clingy, he felt bad about pushing he away like he did, but he couldn't help it… if Elrohir found out…

He slowly got up an waited for spinning sensation to go away and then looked in the mirror. He looked more grey than white. With the back of his hand, he wiped the blood which had slipped onto his lips and chin and looked around for something which he could hide his sickly complexion with. He spotted some of Arwen's make-up across the room and was leaning over the bath, reaching for it when a loud tapping out the door mad him screech out loud and fall face first in the bath.

Elrond jumped at the rather feminine noise his son made just after he knocked. He gave another confused glance at Elrohir, who just shrugged his shoulders from where he was sitting. Elrond leaned in closer to the door he asked gently, 'My son? What happened'. A barely audible groan came from inside, and then silence.

Elrond tried the door handle, just to find it was locked. 'Typical Elladan'. Well it was his house, and he still knew a few tricks in his old age. Giving the bottom of the door a firm kick and then pulled and pushed at the door handle a few times until he heard the click of the lock. He turned a smug face a Elrohir who simply stared back vacantly.

When he saw what his son had done, he tried not to laugh, Elladan's body was bent into the shape of the bath, his back in a perfect dipped arch and his legs bent high in the air. In his fall Elladan ha managed to knock the shelf on which most of Arwen's make-up was placed, and most of it was in his hair, turning it from it usual darkness to a bright array of colours, that no black could actually be seen.

Elrond saw his Elladan's hair blow up and heard him curse when his hair fell in his face again. Elrond made a metal note of the picture before him, and went to help his son out.

When Elladan was finally out of the bath and had shook the contents of Arwen's powder out his hair, Elrond gave him a quick check over. He swept back the strands of hair that had fallen over Elladan's eyes and almost gasped at his son's practically grey skin.

When Elladan was finally out of his daze and had gathered all of the dignity he had lost in that fall, he tried to remember where he was and tried to stop the person in front of him swaying. When his vision was finally focused, Elladan wished that it hadn't. His father had the 'What are you doing out of bed, you look ill…again, what have I told you?' look on his face.

'Good, at least you managed to come out of that unscathed. But I can't understand why you are so grey..'

'Ada, when you fall into a bath and land how I did, onto what I did, into what I did, I think you would loose most of your colour too'.

'Well, at least he still has his humour, not much can be wrong with him then'. Elrond looked around when he heard soft footsteps approaching and greeted the second twin when his head popped precariously in the doorway. Elrohir knelt down beside him, an shook his head at his brother. 'You can't keep yourself clean for 10 minutes can you gwandur?' He dodged a swipe made at his head, ruffled Elladan's hair slightly and then left the room.

Elrond, while the twins were doing what they usually were doing, he checked on Elladan's arm, and was happy what he saw, but also somewhat disappointed. The evil looking red swelling was going down, in fact it had almost disappeared, the cut had almost finished healing itself, but there lump he had seen earlier was still there, and it appeared to have no intention in moving. Gently grasping Elladan's chin in his hand, he turned his head and examined the cut on his face. He narrowed his eyes on what he saw, the gash had healed, amazingly fast, but a soft grey mark was left behind. 'Elves do not scar. 'Tis rather rare for half-elves to do so as well' Keeping this to himself he helped Elladan off the floor.

He lead him to the bed, forced him to sit on it, although Elladan kept insisting that he was fine, and he was older than few hundred years which actually made the Elf Lord chuckle. 'May be in body, son but not in mind.' He cleaned and re-wrapped the room, gave a silent 'Keep him there' request to Elrohir, and with that, left the room.

When he was sure that the new Elf was out of the room, Aragorn slipped out from the walls, and tried to dust down the white smudge he left behind. Getting rather frustrated when his hands kept going through the wall an leaving more of a mark, he turned around and made his way over to his brothers. They were sitting there chatting quietly, and seemed as if one was berating the other. He kept his distance for a little while before moving in slightly more and listening on their conversation.

'But you would tell me if there was something wrong wouldn't you?'

'Of course I would! You mean I would keep something from you? I never have, have I Elrohir?'

'You seriously want me to answer that? Remember the last time you hid something from me and Ada? You almost ended up in Mandos!'

'Well I'm so sorry! Listen Elrohir, I'm fine! Ada, didn't say anything did he?'

'No, but that is besides the point! I don't want you ending up like Aragorn! I couldn't deal with that.' his voice hiccupped slightly, but still continued speaking. 'It's hard enough for me to think that he may never come back, not after how I looked after him and when I saw him move in the woods. I knew I saw him move. And he…'

Elladan immediately gathered Elrohir into his arms and soothed him. 'Its going to be fine. We'll make it out of this, like we have done so many times before, 'Ro. Just hold on for a little while longer. W have come too far to give up'. He rubbed his brother's back gently up and down, trying to make him stop crying, he hadn't cried so much since when they had found Naneth in the Orc den. Besides, he was trying to hold back his tears too, the last thing Elrohir wanted was for him to cry. He needed to be strong, for all of them.

Through hiccups, Elrohir was trying to say something, but Elladan was fixed onto something else. His eyes were burning deep holes through the person he saw. 'The nerve of that bastard'. (N/A: See?)

He had rode for days, trying to find some sort of shelter, and he was lucky to find this one. He went through rain and wind, he was tired and hungry and was very low on weapons and man power. The one thing he was trying to hide from was those two mad Elves. He knew that they would be out for his blood.

But Fate it seemed was giving him one of the worst days of his life, here he was, standing in the courtyard, of the House he thought accepted all travellers, flanked by 2 rather scary looking Elves. He was about to rant more to himself when a richly robed Elf, stepped out from the large doors of the house and made his way graciously over to him. 'This must be the Lord of the house, that Elrond guy'

The Elf bowed and rose again, and set his searching eyes on the man. The man itched and squirmed under the stare, and as thankful when the gaze was averted from him, when a commotion sounded near the door. But when the man looked as to what was causing such a noise, he had wished the Elf had kept his scrutinizing gaze on him.

Elladan had rose form his position on the bed, that Elrohir who was content on his brother's shoulder and drawing the warmth from him suddenly found himself in a mess of covers. Elrohir pulled him self up shakily an saw his brother run out of the room. He glanced around and frowned when he saw Aragorn. Had just heard all that?

Elladan was running at full speed and had to skid round a corner, just to miss from colliding with the wall in front of him. He was running for the window, about to throw himself out of it, before he gave himself time to think. 'What am I doing? I can't jump out of a window. One. I'll kill myself and two; I have already found out through painful experiences that Elves cannot fly! He looked around for a quick way down and ran towards the stairway. He was blind with rage. 'How can he just walk in here? Didn't he even recognise us? Well, I hope he bloody recognises me! I will be his worst nightmare yet'. His stomach protested greatly, but he pushed all that aside, but when his vision began to blur again, he slowed up slightly. When he came to the stairway,he jumped onto the railing and holding it onto it slightly, he let himself slide down it, jumping off it before the end, he ran full speed towards the door.

Erestor could swear to Valar that could hear pounding feet upstairs but he didn't believe it until an Elf ran past him. He just had time to grab him by the shirt and pull him back. But what he didn't expect was a struggle and a chain of curses, that would have made Saruman blush. Another thing he didn't expect was for the elf to be Elladan.

'Erestor for what is right in the Valar, let me go!' Elladan was mad, he wanted to get to that criminal. He Didn't dare to hurt the advisor, but he was wasting time. He tried to pry his hand from around his waist, but Erestor was quite stronger than he had expected.

'Master Elladan, calm down. I am not allowed to let you out of the house!' Elrond had told him that Elladan was sick, but the way he was struggling, it seemed as if he had tonnes of energy to spend. He was suddenly brought out of his thoughts when a soft, but hard enough to wind blow fell on his stomach, his hold was immediately relinquished. Elladan shot off his mind already planning a fight.

He blanched. He couldn't fight, he didn't want to. But some relief came from impending doom when the Elrond, halted the mad elf. Now that the Elf that had come closer , he was able to see who the elf was. Al the colour that was in his face drained. It was that elf from the forest, well one of them at least. When the Elf turned slightly, he could see the little cut on his neck, where his blade had left a mark. This one was the elf that had attacked him in the first place when they were in woods. But, he was soon shivering when the mad Elf who was battling against Elrond called him Ada. 'This guy is his father? Damn I am in trouble. That means that kid I….Oh gods no.'

Elladan was fighting the best he could against his father. He again didn't want to hurt him, but if his father was the only thing between him and his death, then it would be well worth it. When the opportune moment came, Elladan wrapped his leg around on of Elrond's and before he knew it, Elrond was on the floor, dazed.

Elladan didn't think twice and leapt for Edomir.

Edomir saw it coming but was too surprised by the whole thing that he was only aware that he was battling when the fuming Elf was sitting on his chest, hands wrapped around his throat, and applying increasing pressure. 'You damned Edan what do you think gave you right to come back here?' When Elladan was giving no reply, the patience that was on short fuse, got even shorter, he applied more pressure on the man's throat giving him just about enough space to breath. 'I asked you a question. Now answer me filth of Mordor!'

Edomir was trying to pull the Elf's, his legs frantically kicking. 'I…I… didn't know'. Edomir lost all of his composition. 'I…I…please.'

Elladan's anger rose a notch, if that was possible and cut of the man's breathing passage. 'SORRY? Sorry for what? Destroying my little brother? Destroying my twins peace? Destroying my father's FAITH in his own SONS? Destroying ME? Oh, you don't know it all! You aren't sorry enough!' Elladan hissed with a snarl and angry eyes. He firmly pushed down and watched as the humans mouth parted just like a fish out of water and his lips turn a shade of blue. He could feel the man's hands that were firmly clenched around his wrists slacken slightly. He looked down at the man, and he suddenly realised what he was doing. 'This isn't the revenge I want…'

He was about to let go, but instead he was pulled abruptly off by two guards each at one arm. With all his energy spent, Elladan's legs crumbled underneath him and he fell to his knees, he head hung. The guards still kept their hold on him and he could feel the intense burn of his father's glare. He closed his eyes, and under his dark lashes he could feel the tears spill.

Edomir, lay there for a few moments, letting his lungs gain back it's starved oxygen, with help of Elrond and Erestor, he was eased off the ground. Erestor took him inside, profusely apologising.

Elrond stared bemused at the son in front of him and watched in slow motion as the overcame running out of the house and stood staring when he saw his brother flanked by two guards. Elrond felt sorry for Elrohir at that moment, what things he should be going through right now. Mutely, he dismissed the guards and watched as Elladan's arms fell limply at his sides. After a few seconds, both Elrohir and Elrond watched as the emotionally strongest member of their family broke down.

Watching from above, a ghost turned from the scene and vanished.

Rúnya sat transfixed to their story and Elrohir could just about detect some sort of sympathy in his eyes. Rúnya was about to say something, but at that very moment, Kirwen decided she was going to wake up and didn't only make Elladan jump when she started screaming for her Naneth, but also woke up Táridur who groaned and wiped the sleep from his blue eyes. Elrohir gave him a reassuring smile.

They all watched as Elladan tried to coax Kirwen into being quiet, and so when that didn't work, he stood up with the wailing Kirwen in his arms and done exactly what he did when Arwen started to cry. He threw her into the air, caught her and then repeated the process all over again. In a few moments, Kirwen was giggling again, and sniffling a little from her wasted tears.

She clapped her hands at the joy, and when Elladan knew he had better stop or get puked on, she pouted, but still smiled. He then resumed his seat, placed Kirwen lying down on his drawn up legs and gently rocked her with them.

Elrohir could see that his twin would make a great dad some day, but it still bugged him on what Rúnya was going to say. He decided to ask him later, as he seemed a little anxious to carry on with story, as he kept looking into Elrohir's direction and when the elder Elf met his gaze, Rúnya pretended he wasn't bothered. Obviously he was, Rúnya was rather jerky and impatient.

With that Elrohir pulled a cushion from the settee, placed it underneath him, settled and then began story-telling.

Yay! I actually fitted in Rúnya and his little gang...awwww! Seems like Rúnya there is having different feelings towards the twins. AND NO! Not in that way!

R&R and tell me what you think! BTW BIG KUDOS TO VIRESSE!