Hello, i apologize for any mistake i made writting this story. This has been in my mind for a long time and since no one seemed to write it i thought it would be fun to do it myself.

I know the elves words should be more solemn and everything but i guess between siblings everyone tries to be more casual. So please forgive that little mistake and remember im still practicing my english and no one wants to help meeeee.

Thanks to everybody for yours reviews and being so kind. And please let me know if i wrote wrong a word or something like that.

+++CHAPTER TWO+++

The sunlight was making its way between the curtains of the bedroom without any real warm. Outside a deep carpet of clean snow layered the ground and the sounds of life waking up could be heard inside the great house. It was another winter's morning promising more clouds full of snow for the valley.

Haldir opened his eyes with a lazy yawn trying to find the right position to going back to sleep. No matter what most people thought about his military life he never have been a morning person and hated bright cheery days with a great passion.

The silver haired elf stretched and rolled on his side enjoying the feeling of the warm sheets over his body. Something was trying to make its way into the front of his mind but he refused to start using his brain so early.

A loud noise made him to jump trying to get out of his bed in a hurry but the sheets seemed to refuse to let him go because they got wrapped around his legs causing him to fall hard on the cold floor.

A loud laugh reached his ears from the direction of his bedroom's door causing him to rise his head in annoyance, his tousled hair just made the intruder to laugh even harder than before. A growl escaped from Haldir's throat when the dark haired elf just made his way naughtily to claim his still warm bed.

"Well, are you going to stay on the floor all morning?- Erestor grinned at his brother after making himself comfortable in the warm sheets.

"This is so not funny, little brother"- The archer stood slowly just to let his body fall over Erestor's form causing the councillor to skirm trying to get him off.

"Haldir! Get off, u are too fat to use me as your mattress!"- The silver haired elf rolled on his side using his limbs to poke on the soft parts of the elf pinned under him.

"I'm not fat"- Erestor kicked the archer with his foot and snickered when Haldir pouted at the offense. To be truthful, his brother indeed possesed a gorgeous body but pretending to find flaws on each other psyques was a common joke between all their siblings.

"Anyway, what are you doing here? Shouldnt you be at your study already?"- Haldir pulled the dark haired elf until he was snuggling at his side, his arms moved automatically to wrap themselves around the councillor.

"Elrond seems to think we are lovers. I dont know where he got such ridiculous notion but he actually encouraged me to spend more time at your side. In fact, it has been ages since i last took some days for myself and i didnt see fit to enlighted him about his mistake. You dont mind, do you?"- Haldir poundered at his brother's words for a moment before his lips curled in a wicked smirk.

"Are you kidding me? Do you have any idea about all the mischief we can create with this? This is fantastic! I wouldnt have done it better if i tried!"- Erestor eyed his excited brother warily noting the wicked gleam in his eyes and guessing what kind of thoughts were running in the archer's head. Definitely his brother was too alike to Ainalcar, their older brother, who always was full of life and ready for a good prank.

"Don't you even think about it! I have a life and a reputation to preserve and i dont want your mischief corrupting the inhabitants of the house"- Haldir looked at his brother amused. Maybe it was time to use the situation in their advantage, their time as elves was coming to an end and the archer was decided to show these elves what happens when you mess with his baby brother.

"Now Now, little one. What's the harm in a little game? Aren't you tired of pretending to be someone you are not? I barely recognize you, if i didnt know for a fact you are my brother i would mistake you for a boring and dumb councillor which only goal in life is bring boredom to elven kind"-Erestor' eyes flashed red for a second but as quickly as it came it was gone. The councillor rised on his arms to watch the silver ellon who returned his gaze with his own. Finally, Erestor decided this was a battle he wouldn't win and accepted defeat with grace.

"You are right, as usual. This facade weights heavily on me and i would be delighted to shred it and show my true colors. Unfortunately, it isn't as easy as it seems, brother. You know as good as i do that..."

"I believe you are just looking for excuses. I am not asking to reveal yourself as the dark fire who if i may add they don't even know about. Just show them a little bit of your true self, that's all im asking you"- cut in Haldir annoyed at his brother's stubbornness.

"I see...surely you are interested on my well being and the chance to amuse yourself at their expense isnt an important factor on your eagerness for this"- Erestor distangled himself from his brother's arms and rised from the bed to move quickly to the window.

"You wound me with your false acusations, little one. Your happiness is everything for me...everything else is just a great bonus"- The silver archer stretched lazily on the bed with a smirk when the councillor turned his way and rolled his eyes resigned. Erestor didnt stand a chance and they both knew it.

"Very well. They think we are lovers but i may remind you im not doing anything because that is forbidden very strongly between our kin. Then tell me, What are you planning?"- Erestor tried to look annoyed at his brother but to be honest with himself, he was looking forward to show these elves a lesson. He wasn´t used to be ignored or rejected and his pride took a wound for which retribution was necessary.

Haldir's smirk turned a big grin as if he could read his brother's thoughts, which he may be doing, Erestor mused.

The dinner hall was busting with activity from all the inhabitants of Imladris and its visiting guests. Elves chatted nosily with their friends on their assigned places at different tables. The Lothlorien's soldiers were sitting with Imladris' warriors vocing loudly their excitement with the arrangement and abundance of wine.

Glorfindel was sitting at the head table with Elrond's family, Imladris' head staff and the visiting dignataries. His gaze strayed often to the tables of boisterous warriors full of longing. Elrond glared at him when the balrog slayer couldnt contain anothe wistful sigh. Two places at their table were suspicious on their absence, the golden warrior couldnt help to notice it with a heavy feeling in his chest. He knew his dislike of the dark councillor was a childish reaction to the feelings and sensations the elf generate inside of him every time their paths crossed. That face with its milky skin and glorious black silky hair was so alike to the god who have been haunting his dreams since his rebirth that his merely presence was a constant reminder of what he would never have.

The balrog's slayer couldnt help the annoyance rolling in heavy waves from his frame when the throught of the dark councillor and the silver archer together came unbidden to his mind and refused to leave. It was evident from the moment the Lorien's captain arrived the attachment between him and the adviser and there was nothing he could about it. After all, he went to great efforts to make evident to everyone in the valley his disregard for the dark haired elf.

A general stop in the conversation of every elf in the hall shook his mind from his musings and soon his eyes were drawed to the breathtaking sight at the great doors. The golden elf could feel the pounding in his head when the two elves made their way across the room to the head table. The two of them matched perfectly each other, as one was light the other was dark. It was like contemplating the two sides of Ithil, the silver radiance and the glamorous shadow.

The marchwarden of Lothlorien, beloved by the rulers of his realm, wore a beautiful tunic of dark blue silk with mallorn leafs in dark silver embroidery unfastened to his chest, dark gray leggings and knee-high boots in the same color showed clearly his long legs and muscled thighs while his gorgeous silky hair was in a single braid that reached his lower back and tiny mithril rings pierced his left pointed ear.

The sore and dumb chief adviser stood proudly next to the archer, although none of that could be seen now as he looked just as stunning as his beautiful companion. Erestor's tunic was of a blood red silk that hugged his frame in such a way that his muscled torso couldnt be hidden and black leggings and thigh-high boots accentuated his firm and tight backside. For first time, the elves of the valley could see his glorious wavy raven hair unbound with tiny bangs at each side of his face barely showing an earring at his right ear made of a ruby gemstone.

Both of the newcomers wore an identical smirk on their ethereal faces when the elves around them seemed unable to stop their stares. Finally, both of them reached their seats and Haldir cleared his throat loudly. Elrond was the first at their table to come to his senses and soon signaled a nearby servant to bring the food.

After a few minutes, the chattering resumed even louder than before while the elves commented the new developments. It was clear for them that both elves were an item and many mourned lost chances with their own new discovered raven beauty, after all not many were brave enough to risk the wrath of the silver captain.

Haldir and Erestor were engaged in conversation ignoring everyone but each other, discreet touches were exchanged and their eyes never left the other's. Glorfindel could feel a dark and painful feeling crushing his heart every time Haldir's hands caressed the councillor's skin. The archer's gaze met his own for a second and he could feel the mockery in their depths but he refused to take the bait the silver ellon were offering.

Two curious set of silver eyes were rooted to Erestor's chest and soon both of them shifted to Haldir's, this process was repeated several times until they turned to each other and a silent exchange seemed to take place.

"Tor? Why you and Haldir both have a drawing on your chests?"- Elladan's young but strong voice cut in the conversation the adult elves were having around them.

"They are not drawings, little one"- Erestor looked startled for a moment before Haldir answered smoothly the elfing's question.

"They look the same and they are in the same place...why?"- Now it was Elrohir who voiced their interest and it was obvious both of the elflings wouldnt let it go without a fight. Soon the elves at their table abandoned their conversations and several of them even tried to see the object of the little ones' curiosity.

"They are tatoos. A tattoo is made with ink inserted inside the skin, its a type of bodily art"- Erestor interjected the explanation when it was obvious both of the young ones never heard about what a tatoo was before. Soon both twins were attracted to the idea of a permanent draw on the skin and the previous reason for the question was forgotten from their minds but not from the adults who just now seemed to notice the bodily art on both elves.

The meal progressed without any fault but the often admiring glaces to the striking couple. Erestor could see the inquisitive look on his lord's face and just as soon the meal was over he took haldir's hand pulling him to rise with him. He was not in the mood for Elrond's questions and a swift escape was a smart curse of action to avoid them until a satisfactory explanation could be builded.

Glorfindel's eyes followed the couple when they made their way quickly to leave the hall. It was obvious there was an urgency to leave the presence of others in Erestor's moves but if it was for his desire to have the marchwarden for himself in private or to escape any more questions, he was not sure but he was determined to found out.