We Reap What We Sow
Kuramagal
Authors Notes: Okay so this was good right? Only about a week … well I think it's pretty damn good! looks around for large heavy objects Sweet! You'll aren't going to kill me! Today's a good day! On a more serious note, I want to thank you to those of you who reviewed Telcontar Rulz, Calenlass Greenleaf and Viresse! You guys are amazing, thanks for taking your time to review. It makes me so happy! News…oh right next chapter will be out soon, two weeks or less crosses fingers I'll do my best! Ummm…oh yeah, the chapter! Well this chapter is going to feature a furious Elladan, a sneaky Erestor, and a victimized Glorfindel and Legolas. Enjoy!
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Summary: An ordinary day in Rivendell turns to pandemonium when the twins seek to avenge an old grudge. How will everyone survive their wrath? And what is lurking beyond the safety of the Last Homely House?
Warning: None … yet.
Chapter 4: Departing Promises
There was a very pressing matter in the House of Elrond of Imladris. It was a matter that was very dire and would take all of the lord's times and energy, not to mention skill. It was something no other being in Imladris, save the lords Elrohir or Estel perhaps, would undertake. This daunting task was getting Lord Elladan to take maps with him on his journey.
"Elladan!" The Lord of Imladris shouted over the clamor that was once his peaceful courtyard. There were hundreds of elves milling about, each one trying to get their job done the fastest, apparently none of them were succeeding. "I don't care if you and Legolas think you know the way to Mirkwood. I don't care if you know you know the way to Mirkwood. In fact, I don't care if the four other elves you're traveling with could find the way blindfolded with their arms and legs tied together. You're still going to take these maps!" It was the fourth time this argument had ensued this morning.
Elladan, on the defensive, had said that he didn't require the maps and that he wouldn't want to ruin anymore of Erestor's precious handiwork, while Elrond, who was rapidly losing patience, said that if Elladan didn't take them he would send Thranduil a list of punishments to inflict on his obstinate son when he arrived.
"Ada!" Elladan ground out. His tone startled several of the horses including Ainion's rather temperamental sorrel. The large animal pawed the ground nervously, and its owner (along with the rest of the population of the courtyard) suddenly found that he urgently needed to do something far away from the feud between father and son. "The roads are clear! There will be no reason for us to take an alternate route! It's not the middle of winter, for Eru's sake!"
"I will not discuss this with you again, Elladan." Elrond was seriously contemplating rewriting his letter to Thranduil and saying that he'd allow the other to do just about anything to his son, so long as Elladan came back less defiant. "You will be taking some form of map, even if I have to glue them to your forehead. And don't challenge me, Elladan, I will do it!"
"And I won't let you! Honestly adar, the maps will be less useful than you think. Besides, I'd hate to think what Erestor would say if I dared damage one of his priceless maps!" Elladan stated with a little more than a hint of sarcasm.
Elrond was ready to counter it. "Ah, yes pen-neth," he said, using one term he knew his son hated. "But I'd rather you lost or destroyed the maps, than if you were lost or destroyed."
It was the end of the argument. Both Elrond and Elladan knew that, and it was obvious who won. Elrond smiled. Yes, he thought, It was a low blow to pull the worried card, but it was worth it. After all, in the end his son was going to end up taking the maps, whether he realized it or not.
Elladan also know who won. Thus why he choose that exact moment to storm off. Perhaps he would later say it was to check on his horse which had just been brought into the courtyard, or but most likely it was to go a nurse his wounded pride. He knew he would be taking the maps.
Elrond sighed. Elladan had always been the more fiery tempered of his two sons. Elrohir had a far less obstinate personality, he was much more complacent. Although, Elladan was far better at debates within councils; there were few who could beat him when he set his mind on something. Elrond appreciated it in a council, but why did his son have to be so obstinate towards him? And speaking of his middle son, where was Elrohir? He had seen him earlier, he was sure. It had been during the most heated part of his and Elladan's debate which had taken place, thankfully, in his office. He shuddered to think just what the other inhabitants of Imladris would have thought of his argument with his son if it had been in front of them.
Elrond shook his head. That was something he would refrain from letting anyone see, especially not those who were supposed to look up to him. Elrond sighed and looked around the courtyard. Regardless of what his son said, Elrond knew that maps would be useful. Knowing his son's luck, he would definitely need them. It was just then that Legolas entered the courtyard.
Elrond smiled and strode up to the prince, who was checking his horse's packs for all the necessities. He was very surprised to find Lord Elrond standing behind him.
"Good morning, Lord Elrond," he greeted, as he patted his horse's flank. The large bay turned his head and whickered softly when he saw his master.
"Good morning to you as well, Legolas," Elrond said. Then he added. "I was wondering if you might do me a favor."
Legolas froze, partially because those words coming from anyone, but especially Elrond, were very dangerous ones and also because he could see Elladan glare daggers from about ten feet away. "A favor?" He asked with trepidation.
Elrond nodded. "Yes," he said, and then he reached into his pockets. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind taking these maps with you on the journey."
Legolas stared at the Lord of Imladris for a few minutes. What? He looked at Elladan, expecting the other not to look as murderous. On the contrary, he found that Elladan's glare had escaladed to a look of pure fury and he saw Elrond's eldest son marching towards them.
"Lord Elrond," Legolas said hastily. "I'm very bad with maps," That was the worst excuse ever! His mind told him. "I'm sure Elladan would be much better with them." And with those words the Prince of Mirkwood fled.
Elrond sighed, and turned to see his eldest marching towards him in a hazy of fury. Round two, Elrond thought dully as his son stopped in front of him and opened his mouth.
Elrohir thought that he was a very wise elf indeed. After all, he had survived his numerous encounters with orcs and whatnot that seemed to find him at every corner; the fact that he had survived living with Glorfindel and Erestor was another major accomplishment as well. And because he was this superior intelligent being, he was taking his time making his way over towards his father and Elladan, who, he'd heard from a terrified Ainion, were currently trying to rip one-another's throats out about … what had Ainion said? Ah yes, maps.
Elrohir shook his head. His father and brother were far too alike. He was lucky he didn't possess any of those … less desirable characteristics. At least they had the decency to keep their voice low in public. Elrohir shook his head. He had walked in on the argument in his father's study that morning. It had been rather awkward, for both his father and brother, and they had ambushed him and told him just what they thought of the whole situation and why the other was completely wrong.
Needless to say, Elrohir had hurried from that room as fast as he possibly could. He, for a time, had actually been afraid they might pursue him. But as the shouts behind him grew dimmer and dimmer, he realized that they had probably began another round and were far more interested in one-another than him.
That was hours ago, and now he was going to be brave again and venture out into the courtyard, where he knew his father and brother were still going at it. Elrohir looked through the crowd. Several feet (and elves) in front him, he could see his stubborn brother and equally stubborn father going about their own business. From what he was able to hear over the clamor of the courtyard, his father was now trying to give the maps to a very frightened looking Legolas, whom Elladan was giving a dark glare from behind his father's back.
Elrohir actually felt bad for the prince. Legolas really had chosen the worst time to enter the courtyard. His sympathy was short-lived, and Elrohir watched with mild amusement at Legolas who was shake his head and mumbling excuses as Elrond pressed the maps into the fair haired elf's hands. Elrohir smiled wickedly as he saw his father's eyebrows begin to arch. Elrohir sighed, and was about to undertake the impossible, namely rescue the prince of Mirkwood, keep his father and brother from killing one another and attempt to stop the chaos that was once his father's peaceful courtyard, when something familiar caught his eye.
Elrohir's eye saw a slightly speck of copper, and when he turned his saw tiny Alassiel. She was trying to push her way through the sea of elves. Of what he could discern, she was just barely succeeding. Elrohir smiled, and very glad to have a reason not to go to his brother and father, he pushed through the crowd, and made his way to Alassiel.
"Hello, my lady," he said giving her a half bow. He would have bowed fully, but he knew that if he did the crowd would surely overtake him.
"Good morning, Lord Elrohir," Alassiel said, inclining her head. Elrohir smiled.
"It appears you might require some assistance getting through this crowd," Elrohir stated.
Alassiel smiled, "I do believe so. But don't you have more pressing business?" she asked, tipping her head slightly towards where his father and brother were continuing their debate of sheer will.
"Ah, but ladies first," Elrohir quipped, gently taking her upper arm and guiding her through the mass of elves. "Do you have any belongings that I need to get?"
Alassiel shook her head. "No," she said slightly breathlessly as they hurried through the crowd. "It's all by my horse, over that way."
Elrohir looked in direction she pointed, which was in a relatively calm section of the courtyard. He guided them through the mob, and…
"Where's Maeron?" Elrohir asked, noticing for the first time that the tall captain wasn't with his wife.
"He left yesterday at about midmorning," she replied sadly. "I believe you were slightly busy when he departed, but he asked me to tell you that he said goodbye."
Elrohir smiled innocently. "Ah, busy … yes."
Alassiel shook her head a smile gracing her fair features. "Your pranks always made me laugh when we were younger." Then she gently reached out a hand and placed it on his cheek. "I'm glad you haven't changed that much," she murmured.
Elrohir gave her a reassuring smile. "And let Glorfindel and Erestor think they won? Never. I'd rather continue working as Erestor's slave for all of eternity."
Alassiel smiled, "I'm sure that can be arranged. I'll just go ask your father-" Elrohir caught her arm.
"No," he said, and then he reached out a hand to her round belly, "For then I wouldn't get to see this little one," he said lightly touching him belly. Then he added. "Have you come up with any more names?"
"No, none yet," she said shaking her head. "But maybe along the journey one will sprout up. At least I hope so," she sighed.
"Very well, you'll have to write us when the baby comes. I think father might permit us to leave of our prisons if you would only send him a letter," Elrohir said temptingly.
Alassiel laughed. "Very well. When the baby is born, I promise I will send word to your father asking for you to travel to Lorien," and then in an undertone she added, "Besides, there are other people who would like to see you as well."
"I'll keep that in mind as I wait in the lair Erestor calls his study," he said, giving his friend a smile.
"You're terrible," Alassiel said appalled. "Besides, Lord Erestor can't be all that bad!" Alassiel insisted. Elrohir wanted to tell her just how bad he knew the lord was, but decided not to. It wouldn't endear the other advisor to him.
Elrohir smiled, "Hopefully, you will never know," he said with a wink and then he assisted her on to her horse. Once she was comfortable he led her to the where the rest of the party was preparing to depart. "'Till we meet again," he said, inclining his head slightly.
"Until then," she replied. Elrohir stepped back as a stable hand took the horse's reins from him. Elrohir was about to leave when he saw Ainion about to mount his horse. Elrohir stepped forward and grabbed the reins to hold the horse.
"Thank y-My lord!" Ainion burst out, looking shocked when he saw who was holding his horse's reins. Elrohir smiled at him.
"Peace, Ainion," Elrohir said. "I have no tricks up my selves, you're safe." Elrohir couldn't help but feel slightly amused when he saw the other visibly relax. "I come only to ask a favor."
"I'm listening, my lord," Ainion said looking intently at him.
"You see that she-elf?" he asked, inclining his head ever so slightly to Alassiel. Ainion nodded, "She is a dear friend of our family, and if you had not noticed, she is with child," Elrohir's voice was light enough, but seconds later it became far more somber. "I want you to watch out for her. Don't let her come to any harm."
Ainion nodded, "I understand, my lord, and I will do as you ask.".
"Thank you, captain," Elrohir said, and then he handed the captain his reins. "Navaer ." Ainion inclined his head and then turned to one of his seconds.
"Let's go!" he said and then the sound of the footfalls of elvish horses sounded through the courtyard as the first party left the Last Homely House. Elrohir watched as Alassiel's horse trudged forward. Just before she disappeared from view, she turned and waved goodbye to him. The younger son of Elrond smiled and waved back, and watched as she and her horse disappeared from view.
Then humming a little tune, he went off to assist his brother with their father.
From a window that overlooked the courtyard, Erestor watched with mild amusement as Elrond chased several of Elladan and Legolas' party around with maps. Those people included the prince himself, who was currently being pursued by a rather un-lordly looking Elrond. Erestor actually felt bad for the prince, it wasn't his fault that Elrond's stubborn elder son refused to take the maps.
In his opinion, madness and chaos had seemly overtaken Imladris. And if he was honest with himself, Erestor knew that he should not be getting this much enjoyment out of it. But now that he was properly rested, things seemed much funnier. In fact, he'd truthfully never had a better time. Especially since he didn't have to be in that mess of a courtyard trying to make sure everyone had what they needed and everyone was where they needed to be.
Normally, he deemed it one of his duties to see off all parties leaving the Last Homely House. But today he had decided it would be more useful for him to stay in his chambers. After all, it wouldn't be he who killed Elrond's heirs and the Prince of Mirkwood. No, Erestor thought, King Thranduil might have something to say if I killed his only heir. Then again, would I really care? Erestor mulled that thought over for a few moments, judging in his mind how Elrond would take it. He almost didn't notice the tall elf that slipped into his rooms. Almost.
Erestor raised an eyebrow to the elf that entered his room. Glorfindel was wearing a hood and Erestor eyed it skeptically. He'd heard about what the twins had done to the military advisor, but he hadn't realized it would be this bad. "I thought you were to be 'unavailable?'" he asked dryly, using the exact word Elrond had used when he described Glorfindel's condition.
"I was, but since all of Imladris' inhabitants are currently packed together in the courtyard, I decided to pay you a little visit." Erestor nodded.
"Ah, but you're still wearing a hood?" he pressed.
Glorfindel's eyes narrowed. "So what if I am? Believe me, my friend, I'm doing you a favor. You don't want to see what is under this," he said, pointing a finger to the cloak which covered his hair. Then completely out of the blue he said, "I fancy some wine, you?" He didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he stood and went to pour himself and Erestor a glass.
Erestor smiled inwardly, Ah, so this was a challenge. Very well, he knew how to play this game. "I don't believe it," he said flatly.
Glorfindel looked at him. "Pardon?"
"I don't believe it," Erestor repeated, tapping his foot lightly against the ground.
Glorfindel pursed his lips and ground out, "I heard you before, but I was questioning what you don't believe."
Erestor smiled, "Why, I thought that would be obvious." Erestor found, that it was apparently not, so he added. "I don't believe they actually dyed your hair green."
"Pink," Glorfindel corrected, before he could stop himself. Erestor's smile widened.
"Pink?" he asked, as Glorfindel handed him a glass of wine. He noticed the other had a very firm grip on the glass.
"Did I stutter?" the confirmed ex-blond quipped as he sat in the chair opposite the chief advisor.
"I was merely questioning," Erestor said innocently, as Glorfindel raised his glass to his lips.
The hooded elf glanced over the rim of his cup to give the other an incredulous look before taking a sip. Glorfindel finished his sip before he replied. "No, I know what you're doing. For the record mellon-nin, it won't work."
"Really? Like the last time, when you refused to tell me why you were drenched and splattered with pond scum? Oh wait, you did tell me!" Erestor exclaimed, pretending to be momentarily surprised.
"You wouldn't let me inside!" Glorfindel protested. "I was cold!"
Erestor gave him a dubious look. "In case you forgot, elves don't feel the cold and don't blame me for the fact that you are a gossip and can't lie for the life of you."
"I do not gossip!" Glorfindel protested, sounding like a small child.
"Really?" Erestor responded, "Weren't you the one who told me about the honey incident a few years ago?"
"…"
"As I was saying, now why don't you just show me what those little demons did to you?"
Glorfindel glared at him. "No. And I can too lie!"
"Prove it."
"What?"
"Prove it, make me believe they didn't dye your hair," Erestor stated.
"What? You want me to do what?"
"Did I stutter?"
"You're enjoying this tremendously, aren't you?" Glorfindel said grudgingly.
Erestor smiled. "Yes, I am."
"Fine, they didn't do anything to me. I'm merely wearing this cloak because I'm cold," Glorfindel said, trying his best to lie.
"We've already been over this, elves don't get cold. Besides, it' summer. Try again."
"How can I lie to you when you already know the truth?" Erestor merely shrugged, so Glorfindel continued. "They didn't do anything to me. I'm merely wearing a cloak in case I have to go on patrol … immediately."
Erestor stared at the other advisor. "Can't you come up with anything that might be believable?"
By now Glorfindel was running low on patience and weary of the argument. He was a warrior, warriors didn't need to know how to lie; they needed to know how to fight. As if lying would have been useful against the balrog! He thought.
"Well?" Erestor pressed, trying to hide the smile that was forming in the corners of his mouth. He knew he was going to win this.
Glorfindel sighed. "If I just show you will you let this rest?" Glorfindel asked. Erestor nodded, and so, resignedly, Glorfindel pulled down his hood.
No matter what Erestor had prepared himself for, this was definitely not it. He never thought Glorfindel's hair could be so pink. He never thought anyone's hair would get that pink! Apparently he was very wrong. Glorfindel didn't seem to share in his fanacination about his pink hair, as was to be expected he was rather embarrassed.
"What were you just saying?" Erestor asked smugly drinking from his glass.
"You do it everytime," Glorfindel said glumly, lifting his hood back up. The duo sat in silence for a few more moments. "Any idea how we're going to get back at them?"
Erestor smiled broadly, something that Glorfindel rarely saw on the other's face. To be quite honest, it actually scared him when the other looked like that. "I thought you'd never ask!" The chief advisor stood up and strode over to a cabinet, from which he produced a stack of papers. Glorfindel eyed the large pile, which, seconds later, was dumped in front of him with a resounding thud.
Glorfindel eyed the plans in front of him. "You've been busy," he observed, and setting his glass down, he reached for the topmost paper. His blue eyes scanned the paper for few moments. Then his brow furrowed and he looked up at the other advisor. "Feathers?" he asked.
Erestor smiled, looking pleased. "I though it would be a nice touch," he responded, as though they were discussing a room's interior. Glorfindel set the paper back down and reached for another. He only read half-way through this one before he looked up at Erestor once more. "When did you write these?" he asked.
"Oh, a day or so ago, before I went to discuss my feelings with Elrond about his sons. So, before I got any sleep. I was feeling … rather upset and felt the need to vent."
"Apparently," Glorfindel said with a smile. "We'll have a lot of time to get this ready."
"Of course, it will be amusing to see their reaction when they return."
"Very."
There was more silence and then: "I can't believe they actually dyed your hair pink."
"…"
Estel was not happy. Well, that was the understatement of the year. He was, quite frankly, very angry. Why did he have to stay home while his brother and best friend left to go to Mirkwood, where they would get to hunt spiders and drink and party … and drink some more and party even more? It simply wasn't fair!
It didn't matter that Elladan hated envoy work; he'd only have to be an envoy for a day at most. Then, if Thranduil didn't throw him into the dungeons, he would be free to spend time with Legolas … if he wasn't thrown in the dungeons as well. Estel had to admit that there were a lot of if's in that sentence.
"I can't believe you're leaving me here!" Estel whined to the only person who would listen, Legolas.
The prince smiled. "Believe me, if I had a choice in the matter, I'd be staying here," Legolas said. "I'd rather face a very well armed Glorfindel with a small knife than my father with the letter I've been entrusted to give him."
"You know he'll forgive you," Estel said grudgingly.
"Yes, but I'm debating whether it will be in this millennium or the next."
"Please, you're his only son. It would look bad if he threw you in the dungeons for more than a century."
Legolas nodded thoughtfully. "Perhaps you're right. At any rate, you only have a few more days before Erestor throws both you and Elrohir out of his office and insists on doing it himself."
"I can only hope so. I don't know how many more envoys I can write."
"Plenty and you'd best enjoy it," Estel turned to see his elder brother standing there. Elladan didn't look very happy. On the contrary, he looked like he wanted to go and kill something. Estel felt Legolas shift beside him. It was obvious the prince was not looking forward to traveling with an irate and temperamental Elladan.
Estel eyed his brother. Though he knew that his eldest brother hated envoy work with a passion, he never acted quite so … infuriated about it. It was then that his eye spotted a couple of papers clenched tightly in his brother's hand. Smiling with realization, Estel proceeded to goad his brother. "I see father convinced you," he said.
Elladan was spared answering by another voice. "No," the voice interrupted. "I did." Estel looked to see Elrohir come up behind his brother.
Estel watched as Elladan glared out of the corner of his eye at Elrohir. "You betrayed me!" he said hotly.
Elrohir looked innocently at his brother. "I did not, I merely suggested taking the maps, or I'd tell father where you were last year during the Summer Solstice."
"Exactly! You blackmailed me! Perhaps I should tell father what you were doing this year's Winter Festival?" Elladan suggested maliciously.
Now it was Elrohir's turn to get angry. "Maybe if you weren't so stubborn and defiant, I wouldn't have to blackmail you!"
"Oh?"
"You heard me! You always have to do things your way! And the pranks on Glorfindel and Erestor were your idea!" Elrohir snapped.
"My idea which you agreed to!" Elladan retorted. "If I may quote, I believe your exact words were 'This is perfect'!" Elladan glared at his brother. "I think I got them right."
Elrohir looked like he wanted to add something, but Estel got between them. "Enough, both of you!" Estel said coming to stand between his brothers. "Can't you both just say goodbye like normal people? Do you always have to fight before you separate so I have to console the one who I'm with and tell him that the other forgives him?"
Elladan smiled at his youngest brother, his previous anger forgotten. "You've learned well."
Estel nodded. "I've been doing it since I was old enough to talk."
Legolas stared at the three brothers, completely befuddled. "I'm very glad to be an only child," he stated fervently. "If I ever understand the dynamics between you three, I will consider myself completely mad."
The three brothers laughed and Estel replied. "I don't understand what you mean, mellon-nin, you wood-elves are already the craziest of the immortals, you should be used to behavior like this."
Legolas shook his head, "Whoever made that assessment has never met the Noldor. Either that or they are Noldor," Legolas said crossing his arms lightly across his chest.
Elladan pretended to be abashed by Legolas' words. "Are you implying that one of my people would say such things about yours?" he asked skeptically.
Legolas nodded. "Yes, I am. Only because I've heard the three of you saying them my entire visit. And every visit in the past," the prince added for emphasis.
"Would we do that?" Elrohir asked. Then he and his twin smiled identical smiles. "Perhaps…"
"Perhaps you'd like to get ready to leave," a voice said from behind them, all three turned to see Elrond standing there. "I would hate for your trip to be delayed anymore." Elrohir pulled his twin away before he could open his mouth. It was obvious from the look he was giving his father that forgiveness for the maps was still a long way off.
Legolas and Estel followed behind the twins, Estel turned to his best friend. "Well, I guess you're going to have to keep him in line."
"I look forward to it," Legolas replied glumly. "I have a feeling he'll listen to me no better than he would Erestor or Glorfindel."
"Nay," Estel said, "It will be even less." The mortal turned to look towards where his brother was checking his tack. Elrohir was still arguing with him, though he was obviously being ignored.
Estel moved towards his best friend. "Please, for the love of all that is holy, hurry home. I can only stand being with Elrohir for so long!"
Legolas laughed and grabbed the reins. "Of course. Unless I'm quite wrong, I'm going to have to try very hard not to kill Elladan on this journey."
Estel nodded in what could be considered an understanding fashion. "Try my friend. That's all you can do. If all else fails, you can always say he just accidentally fell down a cliff."
Legolas' smile widened. "Don't tempt me Estel!" Both laughed at the thought. Estel's face turned serious.
"Watch out for him. He can be hot-headed and protective, even of you," the mortal said seriously.
Legolas smiled and nodded. "Of course. I promise I'll bring your brother back, Estel," the prince swore.
Estel's relief was evident in his face. "Thank you. Navaer, mellon-nin."
"Navaer, Estel," Legolas replied back, inclining his head. Then he led his horse forward towards Elladan's and the rest of the parties'. The four other members were also saying goodbye to their loved ones. Estel spotted Beinion, Rilien, and Rissien among them, the fourth member of the quartet, a flaxen haired elf, he didn't recognize.
Beinion and Rilien were brothers, they were both dark hair while Rissien, who was older than the other two was flaxen haired. Rissien, who was older and more experience worked as a lieutenant under Glorfindel. While Beinion and Rilien were lieutenant for Elrohir. Estel had patrolled many times with Rissien. He found him to be much like his older brothers, tolerate of his inability as a mortal, and kind in his instruction.
He watched as Rissien embraced his wife and tiny daughter, Beinion and Rilien embraced their sister. While the elf he didn't know the name of stayed to the side by himself. Estel couldn't help but wonder why no family came to see the elf off. Estel would have pondered this longer, but his brother was demanding his attention.
Estel stepped forward to embrace his brother, while his father said formal goodbyes to Legolas. "May your journey be a safe one, Elladan," Estel said embracing his brother. And so only he could hear, he whispered, "Watch out for the wood-elf. Despite what you may want to push him off of."
Elladan smiled at his little brother. "Of course, I'll only shove him off the small cliffs," he whispered back and then aloud he said. "Navaer Estel."
Elrond then came forward and embraced his son. "Navaer, ion-nin," he murmured in his son's ear. "Please be safe."
Elladan smiled at his father. "Navaer, adar," he responded back. And then he and Legolas mounted their horses, and with the rest of the party, they set out towards Mirkwood.
This was pretty short…sorry! Anyway as a poll, would you rather have a super long chapter (8000 – 12000 words) every 3 to 4 weeks or an average length (5000 to 8000 word) every 1 to 2 weeks? Please let me know so I can schedule.
Anyway I'm thinking that this is going to be about 18 chapters, but don't quote me cause I'm not sure. As usual I would appreciate reviews for this chapter!
Thanks again to my beta, Kalisona! (We have below freezing temperatures but still no snow!!!!) Oh and your own personal Glorfindel® is on his way, FedX! (best company ever!)
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Kuramagal