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By

Cheysuli

Disclaimer: I own none of Tolkien’s creations. I only own what you don’t recognize.

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“Where are you from?”

Haldir turned to Elrohir and cocked an eyebrow. “Why?”

The dark haired elf shrugged and glanced at Legolas, who was still with Eäradë. “I just wanted to see if you would tell me.” He grinned and turned back to Haldir. “But I’m not surprised you didn’t.”

Haldir shook his head, sighing. “I’m sorry. It’s just that….”

“I understand.” Elrohir turned back to Legolas, watching as the younger elf put the brush he had been using back into one of Elrohir’s packs. “I think he’s tired.”

Haldir turned to the younger blonde, seeing Legolas trying to hide a yawn. He took Legolas by the arm and led him away from the horse. “He’s always tired when he’s sick.”

Elrohir frowned. “Always?” He followed the two blonde elves across the camp. “Is he sick a lot?”

Haldir froze for a moment, then lowered Legolas to the ground. “Yes,” he sighed. He sat next to Legolas and held him close, letting the tired elf rest against him. “Haldir.”

Elrohir blinked. “What?” he asked, sitting across from the two blonde elves. He smiled softly at Legolas, who was half asleep, then gazed at Haldir.

Haldir sighed. “My name is Haldir.”

Elrohir smiled, brightly. “Well, Haldir, it’s nice to meet you.”

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A soaking Elladan returned to the camp a few moments later, trying to squeeze excess water out of his hair. A guilty looking Elulith trudged slowly behind him, his head lowered. Elladan turned to glare at the grey stallion, then went over to the fire and plopped down.

Elrohir looked at him, trying very hard not to laugh. Elladan ignored him and continued squeezing his hair. “Having trouble with your horse, Elladan?” Elrohir asked, chuckling.

Elladan glared at him and shook his head, causing drops of water to fly everywhere. “It’s not funny.”

Haldir had been watching them both, thoroughly amused. However, when Elladan got everyone wet he began to get slightly angry. “I don’t mean to be rude, Elladan, but could you shake yourself dry elsewhere?”

Elladan turned to him, seeming to notice him for the first time. He smiled, sheepishly. “I’m sorry, friend. I wasn’t thinking.”

Legolas had woken from his light doze when he felt water fall on him and was now watching the two dark haired elves. He sat up and stared at Elladan, then tugged at his still filthy hair. He cocked his head and watched Elladan expectantly.

Elladan frowned. “What’s he doing?”

Haldir smiled, laughing slightly. “He’s waiting for you to answer his question.”

Elladan looked at his brother, hoping for some help. Elrohir just shook his head and shrugged. Elladan sighed and turned back to the blonde elves. “What question?”

“He wants to know what happened to your hair.”

The twins stared at Legolas, then back at Haldir. “How do you know that’s what he asked,” Elrohir asked. “Or even if he asked anything?”

Haldir grinned. “He may not be able to speak, but he can communicate.” He reached up to his own hair, tugging slightly. “When he does this, he usually means something about hair.”

Legolas nodded and tugged on his hair again then pointed at Elladan.

Elladan understood now and glanced at Elrohir, who was grinning, before answering. “Elulith pushed me into the river.”

Elrohir laughed, shaking his head. “I swear that horse of yours believes he is the master and you are his pet.”

Elladan glared at his brother. “Oh, like your horse is any better.” He waved his hand towards Eäradë. “She is every bit as-” Elladan stopped and stared at the dark mare, studying the many braids on her mane and tail and the images of leaves on her coat. “Elrohir….” he asked quietly. “What happened to your horse?”

Elrohir smiled and glanced at the two blonde elves. “Legolas is an artist.”

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Elladan had found Eäradë’s appearance very amusing and had kept teasing his brother. He had finally calmed down when he noticed the slightly hurt expression on Legolas’ face. “It’s ok, friend.” He grinned at the young elf and moved closer, his dripping hair nearly brushing the dusty ground. “I think you are a very good artist.” He glanced at his brother. “I would tease him about anything.”

Legolas glanced uncertainly at Elladan then looked to Haldir for reassurance. Seeing the older elf smiling, Legolas grinned and turned back to the dark haired elf. He studied Elladan for a moment then reached forward and grabbed a handful of the dark hair, tugging it gently and pulling Elladan’s head down so his hair was now laying in a small puddle of mud.

Elrohir took one look at the shocked face of his brother and started laughing. “That’ll teach you to laugh at his work,” he choked, gasping for breath.

Elladan glared at him then disentangled his hair from the younger elf’s grip. Choosing to ignore his brother for the moment, Elladan stood up and began walking towards the horses. “Come on. We should reach Imladris by nightfall.”

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A/N: I am so sorry! I had computer problems and had to send it off to be repaired. I was without a computer for over two weeks. I thought I’d die! I got it back finally, but I’ve lost everything. Files, pictures, bookmarks, music, everything. And now I have to write chapters for my stories and try to catch up on my reading. So, could anyone please tell me of good Legolas stories that have been published or updated since Dec. 23? I would greatly appreciate it.