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A/N: Ok, I've decided that each six month period when the twins are away will be written as 2 chapters with Elrohir and then 2 chapters with Elladan. Is everyone following me?

And I apologize for the delay in this chapter. I'm trying to work on this story plus two others and a series while trying to manage all my school work, so I'm a bit overwhelmed. Expect the next chapter sometime during the next week though!

ladyofthecelticland- Hmm... yes, I guess that was a bit of a darker chapter. Luckily there won't be too many chapters like that... just a few.

Elrohir sighed and looked out the window in the healing wing, trying to remember what it was exactly that had gotten him stuck in one of the beds here, being bored to death. Oh yes, that's right, it was all during his last archery lesson... where he had accidentally shot himself in the foot.

It wasn't his fault it happened; he was waiting for his turn to shoot when a dog ran by, startling so much he had accidentally released his bow. That had led to the creation of his fifth rule:

RULES ELROHIR ELRONDION MUST OBEY AT ALL TIMES WHILE IN THE FOREST OF LOTHLORIEN

1) He must never play pranks of people of Lothlorien

2) He must not wander off by himself

3) He must not chase the dogs around Caras Galadhon

4) He must not climb the tallest trees in the forest

5) He must not have an arrow in his hands unless it is his turn to shoot

Elrohir sighed, wondering how many more rules he would get by the time this 6-month stretch was up. Well, at least there's only four months left until I get to see Elladan again. He thought. Only four months...

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One month later...

"Go amuse yourself! Find something to do..." Elrohir didn't pay attention to what Celeborn was saying. He'd heard the speech too many times before, he had it memorized already.

How am I supposed to amuse myself when I'm banned from doing practically everything in Lothlorien! He sighed and tried to come up with something to do. I could... nope, I'm not allowed to go swimming anymore. What about... no, it's not fun without Elladan...

"Elrohir? Elrohir! Are you paying attention?" Celeborn glared at his grandson. Sometimes I really worry about him. He thought.

"Huh?" Elrohir suddenly snapped out of his thoughts. "Oh yeah, of course..." He mumbles. "Can I go now?" Celeborn sighed. Elrohir was obviously not getting this, but he had better things to be doing now.

"Yes, you can-" He started. Elrohir ran off before he finished. "Elflings." He muttered, walking in the opposite direction. "They never listen..."

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2 months later

Elrohir wandered around Lothlorien, trying to come up with something to do. His list of rules was now expanded to include no swimming, going near water and sword practice. That left... school work. And he was NOT in the mood to do math right now. It was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for doing anything an elfling wanted...

That is, if he could come up with something to do.

Elrohir sighed... and accidentally wandered into a tree. "Ouch!" He yelled, rubbing his head. He glared at the tree and continued walking. Up ahead he saw a smaller tree, but still large enough to climb. He quickly scrambled to the top and leaned against the trunk. In his hand he held a small pile of stones. He smiled and casually threw one out, trying to hit the top of a nearby tree. He missed, but that didn't bother him. He threw another and another until-

"Ouch!" A voice below him yelled. "Elrohir? That had BETTER not be you up there!" Elrohir's face paled. It was Haldir. "Come down right now!" He was yelling.

Elrohir climbed slowly down the tree, trying not to shake too much. The last time he had injured Haldir had been last week during sword practice. He had accidentally stabbed him in the leg. It wasn't a deep wound, but enough to keep him off of patrol for awhile.

Which was why he ended up underneath the tree.

And that was why he was not pleased to be seeing Elrohir standing in front of him.

Haldir tried to keep the anger out of his voice, something which was almost impossible with the blood dripping down the side of his face from the gash above his eyebrow. He tried not to get too mad at Elrohir, it was an accident after all. He tried to stay calm and not blow up.

And he failed.

"Why were you throwing rocks?" He yelled. "You couldn't even see who was below you! What if you had hit Celeborn or Galadriel instead of me? Out of all of the stupid, pointless things you could've done to amuse yourself, why were you throwing rocks out of the top of the tree?"

"I don't know." Elrohir mumbled, looking down at the ground. "I guess I just felt like it..." He winced as he realized how that sounded. You just felt like it? Oh great way to stop him from yelling at you... He thought angrily.

"You felt like it?" Haldir's voice was deadly quiet now. Elrohir gulped and ran towards Caras Galadhon, Haldir's voice echoing behind him. "I am going to kill you!"

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One month later

Elrohir sat in a pile of clothes and other odds and ends, trying to figure out what he had to bring back with him. He had been told just this morning that it had been six months already. In Elrohir's mind, it had been the longest six months and elf ever had to endure.

If he strained his ears he thought he could hear the people of Lothlorien celebrating deep in the forest. But that's not true... he thought, shoving some more clothes into his pack. Is it? I mean, maybe I was a bit of trouble at times, but not enough for them to be celebrating my absence for two weeks...

Galadriel slowly opened the door to his room, wondering how she was the one ending up doing this. Oh yes, Celeborn was still packing, Haldir was still furious, and everyone else was still celebrating. That left her... She sighed and walked in.

Elrohir was sitting on the floor, surrounded by all his belongings, a sock on his head and a shirt dangling over one shoulder. He looked up as she entered and smiled weakly.

"Will you help me pack?" He asked, trying to stand up. His foot got caught on something in the huge mess and down he went.

Galadriel tried not to laugh and she walked over to he grandson. "Of course." She said, pulling him up. "After all, you need to be all packed up tonight. We leave for Rivendell tomorrow."

Elrohir smiled and bent down to pick up an armful of clothes. "Then we better get started then!" He said gleefully, shoving them into a bag.

Galadriel laughed. "Yes, let's get started!" She said. "We have a lot of work to do…"