The Elven Warriors

By: Aria Breuer

Disclaimers: All canon material from The Lord of the Rings trilogy belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. All original material, including the plot, belongs to me, the author of this fanfiction story.

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I am sick and tired of people portraying Elladan and Elrohir as troublemakers and pranksters. To break this cliché, I figured I should show Elladan and Elrohir as they are canon-wise: elven warriors and archers, which led to my crush towards these two elves. They were portrayed brilliantly in the fan film "Born of Hope". So, that's my inspiration for these two elven warriors.

Also, the three one-shots I had posted separately are now together. These one-shot stories may continue after the first three are put up. Enjoy. :)

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One-Shot:

A Hunting Tale

Elladan moved silently through the forest. The deer was so close now. Elladan nocked an arrow to his bow, ready to aim and fire. The deer looked up, right at him. All he needed was one shot.

Elrohir whispered over his shoulder. "Elladan."

Elladan faced his brother, lowering his bow. He and Elrohir had the same long dark-hair, grey-eyes, their faces elven-fair, and wore green hunting armor and chainmail under a cloak of silver-grey. It was almost hard to tell them apart, but there was a way to do so: Elladan was kind, whereas Elrohir showed boldness. He had the ability to start conversations more than his brother. It was a trait their father, Elrond Half-elven, could not so easily ignore. To be frank, Elrond often praised Elrohir for this skill, no matter what information had befallen them.

Elladan asked Elrohir, speaking kindly towards him, "What news have you learned, brother?"

"There's an orc camp not far from here. We should investigate, before more orc filth enters the North," said Elrohir.

Orcs had captured and imprisoned their mother. Elladan and Elrohir were lucky to save her that day, but the price had been grave. Their mother Celebrían sailed away to the Undying Lands soon after, to care for her wounds. Since then, the elven twins' hatred for orcs cemented into their souls, leading them into attacking orcs on sight, wherever the elven brothers were bound.

"Lead on, brother." Elladan said, following Elrohir away from the deer.

Swiftly and silently, the elven twins moved about the forest with ease. Their journey led them straight to the orc camp. Indeed, there was a nest of orcs guarding the camp. It was inside the camp that pushed Elladan and Elrohir forward, for there were prisoners trapped inside wooden cages. Elladan counted the number of orcs in his head.

"There's a dozen or more orcs in that camp, plus a troll." Elladan said.

"The troll's inside a cave. It won't come until there's a disturbance. We'll have to be swift, if we're to release the prisoners. They're keeping some prisoners inside cages and others in groups." Elrohir pointed out.

Elladan readied his bow. He said, chiding, "Time to move, like wraiths we are."

Elrohir found a good spot to hide. He paid no heed to his brother, who joined him soon after. The elven twins moved about the camp, shooting orcs left and right. Elladan was relieved he and his brother had not been spotted yet, a good sign that their camouflage skills worked.

The orcs were alert, wondering where the arrows came from. They kept a guard in front of the camp. What the orc leader did not know was the orc guard had been shot by an arrow a moment later. The orc spun around, finding the dead orc guard with an arrow pierced through his chest. He pulled out the arrow, smacking it on the ground in vain.

"Elves. The filth!" cried the orc leader. He pulled out his knife, asking aloud, "Where are you? Filth!"

More orcs were shot down by arrows, leaving the Orc leader alone. Not knowing what hit him, the Orc leader was also stabbed through the stomach, this time by Elladan. Blood trickled out of the Orc leader's mouth, the light leaving his eyes. Elladan pulled out his sword from the Orc leader's stomach, causing the Orc leader to collapse and die.

Elladan twirled the hilt of his sword, before he helped Elrohir free the prisoners. Using his knife, Elrohir broke the prisoners' bonds, who were lying defenseless on the ground, while Elladan broke the prisoners inside the cells free.

One of the prisoners, a Woman, told Elrohir, "Thank you for freeing us."

"You can thank my brother and me after we leave this camp!" Elrohir said, all seriousness enveloped in his eyes. "Why did orcs capture you?"

"We were traveling to Bree when the Orcs ambushed us. Half my family is dead!" the Woman said.

"Bree's not far from here." Elladan pointed out.

"We'll take you and everyone else to Bree. There are healers there that can cleanse your wounds." Elrohir told the Woman.

"Thank you, my lords. Thank you!" the Woman said, grateful.

Elrohir told Elladan, "We should go—" He was cut off by an ungodly roar. The roar came from the cave. The roar belonged to the troll. Elrohir told the prisoners, now free, "Go ahead and wait. We'll find you, soon after we defeat this troll."

The Woman nodded, following the other prisoners away from the camp. Elladan trailed after Elrohir to the troll cave, where they heard more bellows. The two male elves peered inside the cave, where they saw a group of trolls debating amongst themselves. There were too many trolls for the elven twins to defeat alone. Elrohir looked up at the sky. It was high noon. Readying his bow, Elladan fired a warning shot at the stone wall.

The trolls looked up, wondering who it was that was disturbing them. A troll told his companions, "Whose there?"

"HERE!" Elladan cried, revealing himself.

"Get him!" said the same troll.

"What about the sun?" asked another troll.

The troll bellowed a warning roar, before charging out of the cave. His comrades followed, eager to capture the dark-haired elven prince. Elrohir pulled Elladan back against the cliff wall, right as all the trolls toppled over one another, turning to stone in the sunlight. When the moment passed, Elladan and Elrohir returned to the orc camp, shooting a few more orcs that kept to the shadows. The twins soon found the prisoners, revealing themselves as Dúnedain, and led them away from the orc camp.

With a change in plans, the elven twins followed the Woman and the Dúnedain back to their small settlement. The Dúnedain were glad to be reunited with their families. Elladan and Elrohir knew their work was done, at least for now.

The Woman called to them before they left. Relieved, the Woman said, "Thank you for bringing me back to my family."

"Orcs will cross these lands, as long as the Shadow of Mordor is lit." Elrohir said, serious.

"We'll make sure the Orcs never cross these lands again." Elladan said.

"Thank you. Where will you go, Lords Elladan and Elrohir?" the Woman asked, intrigued.

"To Rivendell," Elrohir said, "with luck."

"Little Estel waits there. We would not want to disappoint him." Elladan said.

"Then I wish you luck and safe travels, my lords." The Woman said.

Elladan nodded. "And to you." He followed Elrohir out of the settlement.

It was another day filled with great deeds. Now, it was time to go home.

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Thanks for reading. :)