A.N: if you want to see a picture of Neige and El. P.M me please

Chapter2: Gone, gone like the wind

Neige! Legolas cried out in shock, the white haired boy looked at him silently. And Legolas felt a wave of shock, for his normally blue eyes that usually crackled with annoyance now were dull and lifeless, dead and lost to the world. He stepped past them and knelt by El's side, reaching out a hesitant hand to stroke his brothers messy black hair out of his eyes. A unfathomable hole opened in his chest and pain erupted he tossed his head back to the skies silently yowling his grief, his rage and his pain. After what seemed like hours Neige lowered his head and picked up his brothers limp body, no tears fell from his eyes yet snow flakes fluttered to the ground. With silent feet we walked past the fellowship fading into the dark.

Neige set his brothers body down next to the other dead of the pack. He stared around tacking in the dead bodies and the grief stricken faces he remained there all through the funeral until some human idiot asked him if he wanted to speak. Neige stepped up unto the platform, he stared at his twins body and tears well in his eyes, but the words that he spoke were emotionless. When you enter the halls of the Valar, el tell mother that I'm sorry that I couldn't be her son. And I'm sorry things had to turn out this El, I really am. I would have loved for you to be my baby brother one more time. He spun around on his heels and ran.

Neige ran sprinting through the silent city as fast as his tired feet would carry him. The words what if tore circles in his head. A strangled sob escaped his tightly clenched teeth, and his throat heaved. He finally came to a stop staring at the powerful gray stallion who blocked his path. Neige lifted a thumb and jerked it up towards the inner city, it's up there he muttered. Storm lowered his head and stretched out towards his master's brother he nuzzled his face then trotted past. Neige walked back up towards the gates, his hands stuck in his pockets and his head bowed. He entered the room where they had set his brothers body and slumped down on the covers automatically arranging his body and his brother's so they looked like they did when they were younger and sometimes shared a bed. Neige closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall into a death like sleep.

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Frodo opened the door hesitantly and peered in he instantly wished he hadn't. The other 3 Hobbits were crowding behind him so he walked in feeling like he where invading someone else's privacy. El was lying underneath the covers, his right hand resting just above his brothers head while his head rested on his elbow. His left hand was fisted and it looked like he was biting his index fingers knuckle. His black hair pooled around his head in a big mess, his twin lay on top of the the covers, slightly curled up his left hand fisted near his brothers and they both looked like they where sleeping. Frodo felt tears slid down his face as he a thought entered his head that they had stolen Neige's brother and that it was they're fault he was dead.

Do you remember Pippin asked suddenly that time we where in Rivendell during the counsel of Elrond and El appeared out of nowhere with Gollum just cause he wanted to Show Elrond up. Yeah, Merry said quietly it was rather funny. Sam nodded in agreement and the Hobbits started telling each other tales about what El had done for them. like the time he'd saved Gandalf's life in Moria by catching his hand and then using the stone to free him and pull him to safety or the time that he'd taught them how to do acrobatic fighting. that had been a very funny day they'd been standing in Hollin when Legolas and El had decided to have a acrobatic contest.

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Neige stared at El as similar memories washed over both of them, from the past where they had both lived in the old city and El had been the same person as Elk. To the years of the diplomats where Quar had been in charge, to the war days that had been El's. I'm sorry Neige muttered, you never had the chance to live like you were born to in the sun I've stolen all the good things from you're life. Of course not his twin answered smiling, I'm just glad that you came when I called, for my life may not have been perfect but it was worth living. And about the sun you can live it for me. What Neige stared at his brother in shock but I .. Shut up, El told him angrily, stop right there!this is my final wish so you're going to obey, the war between Imaldris(?) and the Old city is over. Now let the dead rest in peace, and go forth as a new prince. El spun on his heels and started walking away, wait Neige yelled after him. As his brother turned towards him he reached out and hugged him for what seemed like the first time in 2 000 years. I sorry he whispered and El answered I know before he dissapeared. Neige felt hot tears sliding downs his face and for once he let them fall.

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Neige walked along the outer wall of the gardens of Gondor. He'd decided that El should be buried within the Old city and intended to take his brother's body there that very afternoon. The grave would rest in the warrior's road and an empty in the kings hall. El would have preferred to have died a warrior not a king. The grave would be made out of diamonds and unmelting ice, if necessary Neige promised himself I'll build by my own two hands. Neige stopped and sat down staring out across the Anduin in the direction of the sea, a smile crossed his face briefly and then he murmured into the still air and then we'll make our meandering way home. Us the last remainders of the kin wars. The sun shone directly in his face as he stood up and spreading his arms wide, he imagined himself flying across the dancing waves onwards towards the Grey Havens. At the prow of a giant boat, then wind tossing his curls as he closed his eyes soaking in the sun and allowing it to dry his tears.