A/N: Simply a filler chapter to get us to the wedding of Arwen and Aragorn.

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Me And Not You 1001

The better twin

"Mae govannen, penneth! Said pent tol ennie lehai o el. ', I heard Celeborn laugh before he caught me up from behind and twirled me around in a high arc.

"Daerada!', I squeaked as I recognized the voice.

"Hello ilfrith!', he grinned, setting me down gently and spinning me around to face him. "Care to tell us how these odd stories we have heard have come into being?"

"Uh... vivid imaginations?', I offered with a wry grin.

He gave a low chuckle, squeezing me tight in an embrace of familial welcome.

"I believe I am also entitled to embracing my granddaughter, meleth? You cannot have her all to yourself!"

I stood on my tip toes, peering over Celeborn's shoulder to see Galadriel smirking in our direction.

"Grandaughter?', I heard someone huff. "You are entitled to embrace your grandaughter? If anyone should have the right to do so, it should be me— her ada!"

"Silence!', Celeborn shouted back, grasping me and tugging me behind him. "I share my niel with no one!"

"Hardy-har-har!', I said, picking up on the teasing tone the entire conversation had taken. "You guys are hilarious."

"Why is it that everyone always fights over Riley?', Elladan sighed dramatically as he appeared with his twin in tow. "They never fight over us!"

"Why would we ever fight over you?', Celeborn teased, wrinkling his nose in mock-disgust.

While Celeborn was distracted by his grandson, Elrohir winked at me and nodded to the my left. I took it as a signal, looking over in the direction he had motioned to.

"Ada!', I shouted gleefully, all but flinging myself into his outstretched arms.

"What is this evil tiding?', my grandfather moaned, earning him a small glower from his wife, which he obviously ignored. "My Riley chooses someone else over her poor old daerada?"

"Hey!', I managed to splutter amid the laughter. "I can't be in a million places at once!"

"Indeed!', he chuckled. "Though I believe you have others other than your family who wish to greet you again."

I hummed in agreement, finally leaving my foster father's firm hug to take in those around me.

Arwen was smirking, looking like a female version of the twins, and behind her stood several well-known figures from Rivendell and Lóthlorien, as well as some who I did not recognize.

Glorfindel was standing beside Lindir and Erestor, a wide grin splitting his face.

"Hello, Lady Rielásse!', he greeted. "I have not seen such an amusing scene unfold as this one has in quite awhile."

"Make that never.', Erestor snorted.

"Oh come!', Elrond snipped. "We are not always the boring rulers we seem to be!"

"As you have clearly proven.', Lindir chortled.

The sound of excited whimpers made several elves scoot hastily out of the way as a grey blur sped past them.

"Look out!', someone shouted moments before I was knocked to the ground by a bundle of writhing movement.

"Ouch!', I moaned, slowly sitting up to find my lap full of dog, or rather, Duke.

"What the heck you crazy dog?', I laughed, rubbing him behind the ears as he did a funny little dance of excitement around me. "Hey!', I yelped as he licked inside my ear, pushing him off of me hastily. The twins were howling with laughter as they watched my protests.

"Wet willy!', they bellowed, holding their stomachs as they laughed.

"I'm regretting ever teaching you two that.', I sighed.

"What is this... wet willy?', Arwen inquired curiously.

"I will show you...', Elrohir offered with a toothy smile, drawing closer to his sister as he licked his pinky.

"Nay!', she laughed. "I would rather draw my own conclusions."

"Care for a song, Lindir?', I grinned.

"I would rather perish.', he huffed in response, rolling his eyes. The large escort of Arwen had gathered into one of the main halls of Edoras, and I was surrounded by those who I had grown to love and care for.

"Too bad!', I said in a sing-song voice. "You are immortal."

"I pity you, my lord.', Éomer said with a smirk as he appeared behind me. "For you have to share the Undying Lands with Lady Rielásse!"

"May the Valar save us all!', Lindir moaned theatrically.

"Oh come on!', I protested. "I cannot be as bad as you guys are making me out to be!"

"It is not the voice, my lady, it is the song!', Lindir retorted.

Éomer gaped at him for a moment.

"I believe that we shall get along quite well!', Rohan's king quipped. "For I said the exact same thing!"

"Did you now?', the elf said, raising an eyebrow. "And pray tell what songs were foisted upon you?"

"Something odd... singing vegetables, I believe."

"Then we have been subjected to the same tortuous tunes!', Lindir laughed.

"Oh pickle chips!', I sniffed. "You two just can't appreciate good music when you hear it!"

"Do not even begin, my lady!', the bard warned, wagging a finger in my face. "We do not need you singing about 'cheeseburgers' or 'Barbara Manatees'."

The odd words rolled off of Lindir's tongue in such a hilarious way that I cracked a grin at the both of them before waltzing off to find someone who actually appreciated the infamous songs of Larry the Cucumber.

"Rielásse!"

"Oof!', I breathed as an unidentified object flew through the air and tackled me.

"What the— Faelas?', I groaned as I recognized my friend from Lóthlorien. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"You're okay!', she managed to gasp out before she squeezed me tightly. "I was so afraid that you were going to die!"

"Great.', I muttered underneath my breath. "I have an overly attached elf for a friend!"

Her blonde head popped up to stare at me worriedly.

"I thought you liked having a close friend?"

"I do! But I mean you are literally overly attached!" I squirmed underneath her to prove my point.

"Faelas! Get up, pîn gwathel! You are sitting on the lady's granddaughter!"

I peered up from underneath my eyelashes at the elf who held a close resemblance to Faelas.

"Rúmil?"

"Aye, 'tis me.', he smiled. "Though I'm afraid that Faelas and I are the only ones who have come; Haldir and Orophin have remained in the Golden Wood in order to protect our borders.

"Mmh.', I acknowledged before turning my attention back to the elf atop of me. "Faelas! Would you please get off of me?!"

"Oh!', she exclaimed, standing up quickly. "Díheno enni, mellon nin!"

I gave a small nod and breathed deeply as the weight was removed from my stomach. Rúmil offered me a hand up, but before I could accept Elladan's laughing face appeared above me.

"Penneth? What are you doing on the floor?"

"Have you ever noticed how it just sits up there?"

My brother turned his head to squint up.

"What sits up there?"

"The ceiling, duh!"

He chuckled, giving me a hand up.

"I believe I fell right into your trap, sister.', he grinned.

"Only fair after what you and Elrohir put me through over the past weeks.', I replied with a saucy grin as I dusted off my tunic.

We rested for a week in Edoras before the escort was once more assembled (with Éomer and Éowyn added to the mix of course) and we left for the two month journey back to Minas Tirith for *squee!* Arwen and Aragorn's wedding!

Aside from a few pranks that were pulled on Arwen by the twins— I'm not even going to tell you what they did to me— the return trip went smoothly. I grew closer to Ada and my grandparents (not to mention my siblings) and as I did not have to ride a horse this go-around I enjoyed the trip much more than I thought I would. I also learned more about bonds and fëar in the two months I spent in the twin's company, though part of the credit for my studies go to Elrond and Celeborn, who both insisted on helping me along.

"I wonder...', Elrohir began as the gates of the city appeared. "...if Aragorn realizes that you are going to be related to him yet."

I wrinkled my nose in thought for a moment before I finally understood what my sibling was saying.

"I can't wait to see the look on his face when I tell him! Mwa ha ha ha ha!', I cackled evilly, rubbing my hands together gleefully.

"Penneth!', Celeborn shouted grumpily from up ahead. "What have I told you about that laugh?"

I gulped.

"Do I need to make good on my threat to send you to a healer?', he said seriously, though I could tell he was teasing by the small smirk he was wearing.

"I'm not insane, daerada!', I howled back, much to the amusement of the elves. "I'm simply special!"

"That's debatable.', Elladan snorted, earning him a glare from my direction.

Guide...

Mae govannen, penneth! Said pent tol ennie lehai o el.— Well met, little one! Strange tales have come to my ears concerning you.

Daerada— grandfather

ilfrith— dear heart

meleth— love

ada— daddy

niel— granddaughter

pîn gwathel— little sister

Díheno enni, mellon nin!— Forgive me, my friend!