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[lordofimladris]

Elrond and Elros

Hit me with anything you want to thread out! Canon, AU, present-day/future shenanigans!
Default is both twins, but if you want just one, let me know which!

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[lordofimladris]

Many many years have passed since the twin sons of Earendil and Elwing chose the life of the Eldar, one more reluctant than the other, but they stuck together. At least in terms of immortality.

Elros broke off briefly to help the Edain. He wed, had a family, forged a strong Kingdom of Men, then left it in the capable hands of his children and on along their lines. 'Elrond still needs me', he told his family. 'I cannot leave him.' His wife stays with him, though their children remained behind, most choosing a mortal life. His wife, the unlikely sister of Thranduil, but he wouldn't have any other, nor would she.

They stay in Imladris, with the twins sharing the running of the valley and the safe home within. Elros prefers action, and oversees training and patrols, while Elrond and his staff make good work of maintaining the daily tasks and ensuring it's a comfortable, welcoming place.

But sometimes they switch places still, and with some visitors they have extra fun. Their people know, and follow along when the twins are up to mischief- though Elrond's set aren't always much different!

LETS TRY SOMETHING DIFFERENT

[kinslayerswife]

Rivendell, the Hidden Valley, the Last Homely House. A place where the lost and wanderers are welcomed. A place where no questsions are asked about your past, provided you give no reason. A place where an Exile might wait for her stupid, idiot husband to come home, and look after the two lords she still considers her boys. Of course, these days the fisherman's daughter has a different job - she works in the kitchens now, but she always has a spare bit of something sweet for "her boys"

YAY

[lordofimladris]

They've not managed to confuse their foster mother since almost the beginning, but that's ok. She is loved and welcomed, with a firm home and place with them.

Elros slips into the kitchen, keeping an eye out for her while he 'steals' a sweet or two, leaving a fresh brace of her favorite fish in exchange.

Then smiles, pausing before looking over his shoulder at her without a hint of guilt.

"I caught some fish for you, amme!" and takes a bite of the delicious pastry while turning to her.

=D

[kinslayerswife]

"Elros!" She clips him with the towel and laughs.

"Greedy, it's not dinnertime yet. Thank you for the fish, but that doesn't excuse you pinching snacks!"

<3

[lordofimladris]

Elros laughs and reaches out to grab her into a quick embrace.

"I just came back from patrol, I thought I deserved something sweet!"

<3 <3

[kinslayerswife]

"You're filthy!" She shoves at him half-heartedly, laughing all the while.

"Your grubby hands, all over my nice clean kitchen! I should ban you until you've had a shower." She ruffles his hair fondly.

"But if you had time to fish, I am guessing it was a fairly boring patrol?"

[lordofimladris]

Unrepentant grin here~

He doesn't bother ducking the ruffle, only smiling brightly at her. "I'll clean up before dinner," he promises.

Then huffed, visibly deflating. "I fished because I was hoping ada would come out from where he was hiding this time. He didn't."

[kinslayerswife]

She sighs, wrapping her arms around him in comfort.

"One day he will. I know he's alive. He can shield all he likes, but he cannot keep me out. Keep trying, my bold one! You'll tempt him out yet."

[castintoflames]

The twins will have a difficult time confusing this guest. He is cloaked - heavily - and he stands, as ever, at a lofty and terrifying height. A few copper strands have escaped his hood, but otherwise only a pair of piercing blue eyes and a swath of pale skin can be seen.

He is, of course, immediately detained while messengers run on light feet to alert their leaders of his presence. Who is this tall, quiet warrior? Are there others where he came from? They certainly hope not!

Meanwhile Maedhros stays by a window, arms crossed over his chest and gaze fixed on the horizon.

[lordofimladris]

They won't even try! The message has them running after sharing a brief look.

Elrond freezes at the doorway when he sees the familiar height, but Elros only pauses before launching himself at the tall figure. There are perks to being descended from a Maia, one of which is knowing who stands before them just by the lock of escaped hair and the height.

The quieter twin gathers himself, stepping further into the room before closing the door. "It was said you were dead."

[castintoflames]

Elros is caught with one arm - the only arm that ends with a hand. Maedhros shakes back his hood, revealing hair that is much shorter than it had been. There are also burns on his face that certainly had not been there before - and the scars continue down his neck.

"I should have been."

[lordofimladris]

Elrond approaches, frowning when he sees the new scars. The twins don't even trade a glance before Elros is pushing at Maedhros to sit. "I'm glad you aren't. Let us help!"

"You have not revealed yourself to us now for no reason. Why now?" Elrond changes direction to the pitcher of water on the side table and pours a glass of water, then brings it to their foster father. "Is Maglor near?"

[castintoflames]

He lowers himself into the chair with some difficulty. The burns are more extensive than his clothing reveals. But the pain doesn't stop him from squeezing Elros's hand.

"I have no right to ask for your help." he shifts his attention to Elrond, voice hoarse and solemn, "I have gravely upset him. We found the last of the Silmaril and they...rejected us." he scowled, "I lost my good sense - or what was left of it - and jumped into a chasm. Kano must have seen me. He was gone before I pulled myself free again."

not here gag tag

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor says: NO SHIT /HUFF ]

[lordofimladris]

Elros helps him sit, not bothering to hide his worry. "You were hardly well." Forgiving, in a way only Elros can of those he loves.

"You are hardly asking, we give it none-the-less." Elrond stifles the sigh and gently but efficiently checks Maedhros over before leaving the room.

Elros clings to the hand. "We will find him."

I dragged him out of the pit for you, a young elf thranduil

[deeproots]

There is something about being out of Doriath and out in the open that is, frankly, exhilarating. When Adar had told him that he was leaving the comfort of their home to squire for Gil-Galad Thranduil had been nervous. He had learned to ride in shorter distances, learned how to use his sword like it was an art, not a tool for battle. Things were different now, out in the wilds (to call Lindon the wilds, that could only come from the mouth of one from Doriath, surely). There was a thrill of adventure, that base fear turning into something exciting. There were reasons to spar now, for one day they would go to war.

And, well, if he had pleasant company, then so be it.

With one hand behind his back, Thranduil holds his sword in position, smirking playfully at Elrond.

"Come on, show me what the kinslayers taught you then."

YAY! <3

[lordofimladris]

The twins haven't been with Gil-Galad much longer. Just long enough for them each to find their own way. Elros with the Edain, and Elrond learning from the king. And observing, listening to everything he can.

It feels natural to be drawn to Oropher's son, and sparing is just one more thing to improve upon. He's really only sparred with his foster parents and his brother, so Thranduil poses a nice challenge!

Elrond's answering smirk is no less playful despite being perhaps a bit more subtle as he raises his own blade, giving Thranduil's a teasing tap to start. "A few things," he assures his companion before stepping swiftly, sword darting out again to strike.

watch me bullshit my way through swordcraft

[deeproots]

Thranduil parries with a push of Elrond's blade away, and he steps to the side and out of the way with an elegance of footwork that comes from a light blade and the teaching of sword masters who spend most of their lives behind Melian's girdle.

"A straight on attack. I'm unsure if that's bold or boring."

[asinglebook]

It has been years since Celebrian Sailed, and Elrond is, to all intents and purposes, once more his normal, composed self. A bit more (understandably) sober, but ... back to normal. In the daytime.

At night, however....

Erestor sighs. He's on his own way to (a very late) bed, and his lord (his friend) went to bed (or so he said) hours ago. And yet. The lights are on and Elrond is sitting by the fire.

"My lord, you may be fully elven now, but you still need to sleep."

[lordofimladris]

It's easiest to distract himself during the daylight hours. Elrond has learned just how to maintain the illusion of perfect serenity.

Around everyone who knows him in passing.

Most of those who come across him at night, when most are in bed, believe he is simply having a late night of it and move off again to leave him be after exchanging pleasantries- with him making sure, as host, that they have all they need.

Few look past the elven lord persona to realize something isn't quite right with him. But Erestor has known him for far too long, and doesn't really need to be told what is wrong on those nights he catches Elrond still up.

He's not even trying to pretend to read by the time Erestor finds him, though there is a book forgotten on the table beside him. He tears his gaze from the fire to offer the faintest hint of a wryly apologetic smile.

"I managed an hour or two." Which is more than he gets some nights. Certainly more than the early days.

[asinglebook]

He sighs deeply and comes to sit beside him.

"Better than nothing, I suppose. You know I will drug you if I have to."

[lordofimladris]

Fond humor touches his gaze, even as there's gratitude in his old friend's company.

"We could make it part of my routine if you wish, barring when I might need to be on hand."

[asinglebook]

Erestor snorts in amusement, reaching into his sleeve to produce his Emergency Flask, and offering it to Elrond.

"Do not tempt me! If I thought it would work, I probably would." And he might yet, if these bouts get worse. But he knows Elrond can't truly help it.

[lordofimladris]

Only because it's Erestor, who has Elrond's complete trust in all things, that offers said flask that he accepts it with a nod, the humor growing.

"You are up later than usual. Is all well?" But he takes a sip anyway, knowing it will take a little while to take hold.

[asinglebook]

The apple wine is rich and sharp, the leftovers of last season, and Erestor takes it back to sip at it himself before passing it back.

"Just the usual stupidity." He rolls his eyes. "A few injuries from the overenthusiastic youth, the usual cries of negligence from careless parents..."