Look Over the Hill
Rating: G
Summary: An elven twin thinks about his little brother.
Set during the LotR books.
The morning was cold and the dew still covered the grass as the first rays of the rising sun began to battle the lingering proofs of night. The sun was beautiful this morning the lone figure mused, one of the few things that Sauron had not yet made dark and hideous. The elf let his eyes slide slowly higher, looking over the hills that rose all around the valley, hiding Imladris from unwelcome eyes. Estel and the rest of the fellowship had departed that way. He worried for them.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he finally turned his eyes away and made his way back to the house, but the sun had risen high on the sky and dried away the wetness of the grass, erasing every reminder of the night. If only the night that was even now growing darker in the east was that easy to erase.
He sighed. He would have to speak to his father; he wanted to help his brother; not sit idly here while the fate of Middle earth was decided. Yes, he and his twin would somehow have to persuade their father to let them go.