Chapter 2
The two walked back towards Rivendell later that day. They had finally freed themselves from the ropes. Elladan refused to speak to his brother, he only uttered a few growls at every word Elrohir spoke.
"I'm sorry, you do know that don't you?" asked Elrohir. Elladan growled. "I'll take that as a yes." He paused. "You won't tell Ada will you?" Once again another growl was heard. "All right…" sighed Elrohir, as his voice trailed off.
After a few moments of silence Elrohir looked over at his brother again, "You're mad at me aren't you?" he asked. Another growl escaped from Elladan as he painfully pulled a leaf out of his hair. "Is that a yes or a no?" Elrohir wondered aloud, he shouldn't have voiced his question however because it finally pushed Elladan over the edge.
"Yes, I'm mad at you Elrohir! It was bad enough that we got stuck hanging there at all but you had to remember that you had your dagger FOUR HOURS LATER!" Elladan exploded.
Suddenly everything was quiet, and even a few birds had flown away. Elrohir walked, his head hung, watching the floor. He couldn't help but chuckle a little though, at the thought that Elladan looked like Elrond when he was angry. It was the eyebrows.
When they had made it back to their quarters Elladan swiftly opened his door and walked in, slamming it behind him. 'Yes, I believe he's mad.' Thought Elrohir as he walked into his room and closed the door behind him. He slowly gathered his things for a bath. When he reached the door to the bathroom, that he and Elladan shared, it wouldn't open.
It had been locked from the inside by Elladan who had no intentions of speaking to Elrohir for quite a while. Elrohir himself smacked his head on the door a few times before setting his clothes down and asking timidly, "Elladan? When do you think you'll be finished?"
From inside the sound of water could be heard and Elladan paused for a moment, trying to think of a good answer. "Oh I believe it could be a while." he answered coldly. The smile of satisfaction that spread over his face was almost scary.
Elrohir found a seat on his bed and as he played with a lock of his dark hair he answered, "All right, Hantanyel."This could be a while.
