Chances Are (Avengers & LOTR crossover)

Friends From High Places

Wanda was probably the constant thing that filled his mind lately, so it was no surprise that Elrohir found his dreams filled with her.

The soft curve of her body was accentuated by the simple, silky white dress she was wearing. Elrohir was enamored just by how delicate her waist is, how her brunette hair were flowing as the chilly night air of Rivendell blew through them. Her form was small and seemingly fragile as the chilly night wind blew past her. Her fingers were curled by her sides, as if she was dancing. She heard him coming.

Turn around, turn around and let me see your face, so I know you're unharmed, thought Elrohir.

And she did.

The first thing he noticed was the soft silhouette of her nose and lips. Then her eyes; they were red, angry as a ruby. She faced him, and he felt paralyzed by what he saw.

This was not the Wanda that he knew and loved. Anger and thirst-something that he couldn't figure out filled her expression. She lifted her hands, a dance, scarlet swirled around her beautiful fingers, as angry as her eyes were.

The last thing he saw was red.

Elrohir found himself staring at the ceiling, not quite understanding the vision that he had.

"Feast of Starlight tonight. Better get dressed. We all have to be by Adar's study for the last briefing about the security measures around the event," said Elladan, throwing him his dark blue shirt.

"Did you see that?"

"I'm your twin brother. Of course I did," replied Dan. Ro was searching his eyes, trying to find mischief in it and didn't find it. "It's probably just a passing dream. I think you're too tense about her safety. We all are," reassured Elladan. "The whole breach by the border and your feelings for her are messing with you, brother."

Elrohir nodded quietly, not very convinced.

"She is safe. This time we'll make sure our people get to celebrate the feast without any disturbance. Maybe you could even have a dance or two with her," encouraged Elladan with a smile, "Relax. It's so unlike you. Usually I'm the one needing encouragement, not the other way around."

Elrohir let out a crack of smile on his face. "Right. I think too much," he said as he put on his shirt and began to get dressed.

All security measures had been set up, the security at the borders were doubled up in preparation of the Feast of Starlight. Their Adar was scanning the border over and over again for any breach, finding nothing. The scouts had been sent regularly to monitor the border.

Everything was in place, yet something felt off.

'Do not fret, brother. If there's really something off, we'll know.'

'Do not tell me that you don't feel it too.'

No response from Dan. Elrohir glanced at the perfect mirror of himself and saw the soldier façade on his face. Unreadable. But they both knew that he too, felt something peculiar that they couldn't shake off.

'Dan...'

"Say... something goes wrong," Elladan finally said with a sigh, giving in to Ro's silent plea, sending an apprehensive look at his brother before turning his gaze to the Lord of Imladris. "What back up plan do we have on where to evacuate the guests?"

"This have been my lingering question as well," added Legolas, sending the twins an equal concerned look.

Seemed that Legolas also felt uneasy about the feast. That much, the three old friends could read from each other this morning despite how well the three masked their expression to the others. Erestor was the first to answer them.