A Half Elf's Love

A Little Blood

I walked through the halls, looking for Aragorn. I had to apologize and explain myself. I finally reached his quarters, knocking on the door softly.

"Aragorn? Are you in there?" The door quickly opened and my brother launched himself on me in a hug. I returned it, squeezing him tightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you away. I'm just so scared that we're all going to die."

"You don't have to explain. I understand. I just want to know who brought you back." I felt my face turn slightly red as Aragorn let me go. I stood, looking down at the ground before deciding to mumble.

"Elladan..." I looked up at my brother, noticing the smirk on his face.

"So that's where he was all day. Interesting." I felt my face turn a brighter shade of red. Hiding my face I spoke to Aragorn, beginning to stumble over my words.

"I-It's not l-like that! We-we are-we're just friends!" Aragorn ruffled my hair, laughing at my expense.

"I'm teasing. Now go and get some food please. You haven't eaten in Eru knows when, and you are not an elf at this moment." I chuckled, the joke hitting a little to hard than what my brother had intended. I walked through the city paths, heading to the dining hall. A horn sounded. It was three blasts. Orcs. I sprinted back to my room, grabbing my sword and daggers. I ran out of the city, jumping right into the fight. Aragorn, Boromir, Legolas, Elladan, and Elrohir were there, alongside some guards. The orc pack was larger than the usual ones, and once we had finally destroyed what was left, I noticed something off with Elladan. Elrohir had noticed it too. I watched as he walked over to his twin, scanning for any wounds. He suddenly started shouting as Elladan fell forward, half conscious.

"Aragorn! Help! He has been stabbed! Help please!" The pain in his voice was indescribable. It was horrifying. I watched as my brother pulled one of Elladan's arms around his shoulder, helping carry him back into the city. I followed the trail of bright red blood, my legs shaking. It stopped at a set of doors, with Elrohir pacing back and forth. His clothes were stained with blood and I hugged him. I didn't have anything to say.

"Elrohir!" We both turned our heads to find Arwen running towards us, worry etched on her face. "Where is he? Where is our brother?" Elrohir blubbered, just wrapping his arms around Arwen. She held tightly to him, tears running across her face. All three of us waited outside for hours. Elrohir still couldn't really speak, but that wasn't really important at the moment. The more time we waited, the more I grew anxious. Was he seriously hurt? Was he dying? Was he dead? The door opened and I fell backwards into the room. I looked up sheepishly at Lord Elrond, trying to convince him to not murder us all. Elrohir stepped forward, pushing past his father. He ran into the room, and I could hear him sobbing again. My mind immediately went to the worst. I rushed in after him, followed by Arwen. I saw Elladan hugging his twin as best he could. He looked pale in the moonlight but he would live. Arwen rushed past me, throwing her arms around both her brothers. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, but they were thankfully tears of joy. I stood awkwardly to the side, not sure if I was supposed to leave or not. I heard someone come beside me. I had expected it to be Elrond but it was Legolas. He had a look on his face.

"What? What's with the look?" He smirked a little, casting his glance between Elladan and I.

"I believe I know why you have yet to make your decision." I understood what he meant. I began to whisper shout, not wanting to interrupt the tender moment.

"It is not like that! Elladan and I are friends. I have known him since I was born. Don't even think about it, or I may miss the targets at the archery range and accidentally land one in your skull." He actually chuckled before walking out. I continued to stand still until Arwen and Elrohir left. I started following after them, trying to let Elladan rest.

"Delia..." I turned my head a bit to quickly to Elladan. Elrond stood between Elladan and I, casting a glance to his son. It was unreadable, but it meant something. "Stay please." Elrond walked past me, a soft smile on his face.

"Take good care of my son." I nodded, suddenly feeling a very large amount of pressure. Once the doors were shut, I walked to Elladan, sitting beside him. He motioned with his hand for me to lay down beside him.

"I don't want to make your injury any worse."

"You can hardly make being stabbed by an orc any worse. I will surely be teased by Elrohir endlessly once he realizes I will live." I laughed a little, laying down beside my friend. He looked exhausted and a little more paler than I had thought. We both laid there in silence, and I slowly closed my eyes, losing the strength to open them. Sleep took both of us, and I woke up in the morning tired but strangely content beside Elladan.