#elrohir

Chapters: 4/10 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elladan & Elrohir & Elrond Peredhel, Aragorn & Elladan & Elrohir (Tolkien), Elladan & Elrohir & Maglor (Tolkien), Elladan & Elrohir (Tolkien) Characters: Maglor (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Elladan (Tolkien), Elrohir (Tolkien), Aragorn (Tolkien), Glorfindel (Tolkien), Erestor (Tolkien), Gildor Inglorion, Lindir (Tolkien), Gilraen (Tolkien) Additional Tags: enchanted song, Shipwrecks, Mystery, Investigations, Mistaken Identity, Unintentional Siren: Maglor, Pre-The Hobbit, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

For two years, ships traveling the Anduin have been lost to the same strange fate. Survivors speak of a figure on the rocks: a mysterious figure on the rocks whose enchanting song draws sailors to their doom.

When word of another disaster reaches Imladris, Elladan and Elrohir set out to uncover the truth behind the haunting voice on the river.

Elrohir's grey blue eyes followed the lines of the blade. The strange scroll of elvish he could not read. The hairs on his neck rose at the words. "It has little damage. For being what it is."

Fingon smiled pushing off the wall to walk toward the display. "Father keeps his most important posessions in proper standing."

Elrohir traced the sharp edge with his eyes. "Our histories claim it is strong enough to wound Morgoth Bauglir."

The temperature of the room lowered so swiftly Elrohir shivered. "Aye. Those claims are true."

Elrohir looked to Fingon. He was related to this elf. Distantly. He wasnt even sure what to call him. "They also say a vala's blood could melt steel."

Fingon frowned his eyes holding a light of sorrow and anger. "What does this line of thought do for you young one."

Elrohir turned ro the blade tilting his head as the signs of ice crystals now lined its edges. "Truthfully I do not know. I suppose-I am trying to understand my own nature. While trying to understand my history."

Rôg made a sound deep in his throat as he rolled his head towward the cool cloth movinf along his neck. He wanted to speak but his voice definitely had another opinion.

Maedhros placed the cooling cloth on his forhead and sat back in the chair. "The elfling is fine. He saved your half roasted backside."

Images flashed in Rôg's mind and he groaned as a spike of pain shot into his temple. *Smoke. Flames. Voices. A thunderous sound.* He gasped at the touch fingers on his cheek.

"Do not push. The memories will come. Whatever poisons they used still flow in your blood. Rest."

Maedhros watched as Rôg's confusion was blanketed by exhaustion. He checked the hour glass ensurinf the next does of medication wouldn't be for a while out. Standing as the smith's eyes dropped close he walked out into the living area once more.

His eyes found the half elf sitting on the couch. Hands wrapoed around a steaming cup of chaomile and honey tea. "Elrohir was it?" At the elfling's nod he grabbed his own cup of tea and sat in the overstuffed chair across from his unexpected guest.

“If ypu have refreshed yourself I would have you tell me how you came to be on my doorstep with a half dead bonded of mine.”

Elrohir’s head shot up and he looked hard at the other elf. “He never said anything about being bonded.”

Maedhros tilted his head. “Ours is not what one would consider a traditional bond. We do not speak of it to others.” His emerald green eyes watched the young one curiously.

An Arda story for @microcest!

Prompt: Sixty-Nine (from July 23rd 2025)

E; 500 words Elladan/Elrohir

Close and closer, the loop of a mirror perfect in its imperfections.

I think this is the most/longest I've struggled with any of these; that's what I get for not trying to be clever and use sixty-nine in some other sense, I guess. >.>

by Myrtaceaae (@myrtaceaae)

Those tantalising raisin sandwiches… but how to steal them?

General, No Archive Warnings