Peamaps jan27,2012
Chapter 2
Elladan and Elrohir were damp. They were laughing merrily and slowly turned serious.
Their parents surely wouldn't aprove how they were now but they knew no punishment. They were, for the most part, good boys and a good talk always did it.
But that's not why they were so serious. They walked the halls, bright because of the sunlight as it was day. They moved slowly towards a door and glanced towards each other. Then they entered and approached.
They had to stand on the tip of their toes so they could take a look. Inside lied a bundle of cloth.
"Ada told us to be quiet near it." Elladan whispered.
"Like it would hear us. It only thinks about sleeping." Elrohir said louder.
"Quiet!" Elladan said angrily. "You remember how Ada and Nannet were mad when you last woke it!"
They turned to "it" again.
"I didn't want for a sister." Elrohir was almost crying now. "Why did you ask for one?"
"I never asked for one either! It was supposed to be just the two of us."
They turned their gray eyes back to the cradle again.
"Well, what you are going to do right?" Elladan sighed.
Elrohir turned his pleading eyes to the older twin, wishing that this too he could make it go away.
"Come Ro. Let's prepare Arwen's bottle."
Elrohir glanced at his eyes and then to the offering hand and took it. They left the room and before Elladan could close the door behind him, he whispered:
"Sleep well little sister."
The baby started to cry in a volume it always startled him. How could someone so small have so much power in her lungs?
Two little elves ran with all they had in the corridors. Each taking one different direction.