Characters/Pairing: Elrond, Elros, Elladan, Elrohir
Disclaimer: I don’t own Middle-earth, however much I’d like to live there.
Note: A sort-of sequel to this drabble.
Elrond found the twins asleep in the garden, curled up on the grass beside each other, having exhausted themselves in play. The sight reminded him of another pair of twins who often napped on the pale sand on the shores of the sea after building sandcastles taller than themselves.
They had pretended the sandcastles were watchtowers, looking out for their father's return from sea. Elros always wanted to swim, but when their father was gone their mother bade them stay ashore, wary of the wild, raw strength of the waves.
Elrond hadn't understood why, then. He thought he did now.