Brothers Always Lead to Trouble - by Amber
"Elrond! Run!” screamed Elros as he sprinted past his brother and the other small group of men in their scouting party who were setting up camp for the night.
Looking up, Elrond wondered what was going on now. He had been replacing the bandages on the arm of their leader while his brother, and another, did some hunting for dinner that night. Suddenly everyone was cursing and running as a group of ghouls and zombies entered their small camp. Elrond barely had time to grab his sword before being pulled along behind the injured man who had already begun to run.
“Elros, what did you do?” Elrond finally asked his brother when he had caught up to him.
“We saw some bodies on the ground and went to check them,” his brother began. “All we did was poke them with our swords to make sure they were dead.”
“What?” Elrond responded in surprise. “Have you learned nothing in all the years we have been fighting this war. If it isn’t an elf, leave it alone.”
“Oh, quit being such a pansy,” Elros gasped as they found their way blocked by a cliff. “You have to learn to live a little.”
The group turned to fight Morgoth’s creatures as they had no other choice. They were outnumbered almost ten to one. They would not have survived except for the fact that they were rescued by a unit of Eönwë’s troops. When the Maia learned that the sons of Eärendil were among those rescued, he came to see them.
“Sir,” Elrond began as the Maia approached them. “Can you please transfer me to one of the elven armies?”
“Why do you request this?” he asked in surprise. This was not at all what he had expected to hear upon meeting these younglings.
“Because if you don’t, I probably won’t survive the war,” Elrond responded. Then pointing at his brother he continued. “He’s stupid.”
Eonwe just threw his head back and laughed. It seemed that at least one of Melian’s descendants had inherited her sense of humor. The next day, he transferred both of them to the main army of men to work and learn from their leader.