#99 The Flag of Surrender
"Say Orcs Uncle, Elladan!" Elrond heard his youngest son yell out. "NEVER!" He heard his oldest yell back. What are those two up to now? He asked himself rushing to his sons' rooms. Looking in, he saw them on the floor, their limbs tangled, each one trying to make the other surrender.
Chuckling quietly to himself, he sat and watched to see which one would give in first. Oh, how this brought back so many memories of him and his brother. For hours they would wrestle with one another until one of them gave in.
Elrond didn't have to wait long to find out which of his son's would surrender for he saw his eldest finally wave the white flag indicating he was giving up. Smugly, Elrohir let go of his brother. "Told you I would beat you!"
Elladan glared, his ego hurt more than anything else. "I let you win. I could beat you easily."
Elrohir came forward ready to accept the challenge. "Care to try again. Best three out of five."
Elladan smirked. "You're on."
Elrond rolled his eyes and walked away to prepare his healing rooms for the soon to be arrival of his injured sons. "Too bad they don't have healing herbs for pride and bruised egos," he thought out loud.
