50passages: JRR Tolkien - Elladan & Elrohir

*Title: Perfection (Written for the 50passages and fanfic100

challenges)

*Author: Minuial Nuwing

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*Fandom: JRR Tolkien

*Characters: Elladan Peredhil, Elrohir Peredhil

*Type: FPGen

*Prompt: 070 – Storm (fanfic100)

*Word Count: 372

*Rating: G

*Summary: The twins are caught in a storm.

*Disclaimer: Only the quirks and perversions are mine.

Everything else belongs to the creator-god of Middle Earth, J.R.R.

Tolkien. I am awed by his gifts and humbled by his vision. I promise to

clean them all up and return them with smiles on their faces when I am

done playing!

*Author's Notes: I thought a little fluff was in order...

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Perfection

“Can you manage a few more steps, tôren?”

Elrohir nodded, his jaw set against the pain. “Aye, I will make it.”

Tightening his arm around his brother’s waist, Elladan nodded toward a

patch of dense woods just ahead. “We will be safe from the storm there,

I think. We must not be caught in this open field.”

A jagged streak of lightning lit the darkened sky, followed closely by

the crack of thunder. Both young elves jumped instinctively, and

Elladan’s eyes went to the blood-soaked strip of cloth that circled his

brother’s right calf. “I wish I could carry you. You aren’t fit to walk

any further,” he fretted.

“We are nearly there, ‘Dan,” Elrohir reassured him, though the ache of

his injured leg made tears gather behind his furiously blinking eyelids.

“Ada would say it serves me right for being disobedient. He told us to

stay away from the rocks.”

“You were not disobedient,” Elladan insisted stoutly, guiding his

brother into the welcome shelter of the trees. At the elf-knight’s raised

eyebrow he amended, “At least not alone.”

“Then your punishment is being stuck here with me, rather than riding

out the storm safe at home,” Elrohir teased, sinking gratefully to the

ground at the base of an enormous oak as rain began to patter down onto

the boughs and branches above.

“I would rather be here with you,” the elder twin replied, settling

himself beside his brother. A tremendous roll of thunder drew a gasp from

both, and they smiled at one another sheepishly. “Shall I hold you?”

Elladan asked, unable to keep the hopeful edge from his voice.

“Only if you wish to,” Elrohir said, even as he leaned forward to make

room for his twin against the great trunk.

A brilliant flash of light dazzled their eyes as the very ground

beneath them rumbled, the tangy smell of saltpeter filled the air, and all

pretense of confidence fled.

Elladan wrapped his arms snugly around the elf-knight, his chin coming

to rest on top of his brother’s head. “This is better,” he announced with

a sigh of relief, pulling Elrohir closer as the storm intensified.

“This is,” the elf-knight agreed, snuggling into the comforting

embrace. “This is perfection.”

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