Married To An Elf 8

Married To An Elf

Part 8

Posted: October 26, 2007
Title: Married To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë

Summary: Elladan goes in search of Elrohir.

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The hunt for his quarry was proving to be more than challenging. It was as if his younger twin had disappeared completely, but Elladan was determined to find him, no matter how long it took. The elder twin had looked for Elrohir at the most obvious place – the hut near the waterfall, but there was no sign that the younger twin was there.

‘Strange,’ he thought mirthlessly. ‘First I hide, now him; except he seems to be better at it than me.’ Throughout the night, he could sense Elrohir’s confusion after their encounter, but at the time could not understand why. He thought his brother would welcome his words; instead, Elladan seemed to have hurt him. But now, in the clear of morning, an inkling of understanding permeated his mind.

The cave! Suddenly, the idea that Elrohir might be there hit Elladan full force. Rapidly going back to his room, Elladan quickly changed into more serviceable clothing before heading out to the stable and saddling his horse. Looking into the next stall, he cursed himself for not noticing earlier that Elrohir’s horse was gone. If he rode quickly enough, he would be at the cave before mid-morning, try and sort something out with his brother and then be back for the ceremony tonight.

“So you now know where your brother is.” Galadriel’s voice halted Elladan momentarily.

“Aye,” he admitted, “though it took me long enough.” He turned to face his grandmother. “I will make sure that we are back before the ceremony. We would not be forgiven otherwise.”

Galadriel smiled. “I know you will be.” She watched as her eldest grandson led his horse out of the stable.

“Do you usually know others better than they know themselves?” Elladan asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

The Lady of Lothlórien, still smiling, merely looked at Elladan, who shook his head. “I should have known better than to ask that,” he said, mounting his horse.

Watching Elladan ride away, Galadriel sensed Elrond’s approach. “He goes off in search of Elrohir,” the elf-lord said, watching Elladan disappear through the trees.

“Yes, he does,” Galadriel affirmed. Her gaze went up and watched the clouds as they drifted aimlessly across the otherwise clear blue sky.

“What is it you know about Elladan?” Elrond asked quietly.

Galadriel turned her gaze to the elf-lord. “Know?” she queried. “Only what I have seen in the mirror, Elrond. Elladan’s heart has always known what it has wanted, but his mind has fought against it constantly. Now that which he desires most is within his grasp, yet he fears that it is all a dream from which he will awaken.”

Elrond’s eyes widened. “Are you suggesting that Elladan has always…”

“…desired Elrohir? Has always known that his brother was his soul-mate? Yes. However, what he struggles with is the idea that it is his *twin* who can only make him complete.”

Elrond took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly. “In other words, he needs to forget that Elrohir is his brother, and look upon him as a lover and mate instead.”

“A simple way of putting it but, yes, Elladan needs to change his way of thinking.”

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