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What's with their expression you ask? Why they're mad at each other! I dunno why. No I think maybe, that since they're twins (yes I'm a believer) that they're really close and we all know that Elros chose the line of man while Elrond decided to become an elf. So Elros will die while Elrond lives forever. That's something to argue over ne? I mean, they're both firm believers in their way and are mad because the other wont see reason. I don't know why I put them in this setting. I like trees, I wanted Elrond in the water. Maybe he was taking a nice swim while Elros decided to come by and talk? Yay, pictures with stories rule!

Update: Oooooh look, my friend wrote a little story for my pic! I'm so happy!

He was swimming. He loved to swim, ever since we were the smallest of children if he was unable to be found, one only had to look to the nearest stream or pond. Now he only swims when he is troubled. I sit, watching him from the tree; he is swimming on his back, lazily swooshing his arms through the water so that he can stay afloat. He knows that I am here; I can tell by the way he is staying to the far side of the pond. He is angry with me, and he has never been one to hide his anger. Finally he comes over and acknowledges me. His eyes look sad of late, and I know I am the cause. I smile at him, he smiles back grimly.

“Don’t smile at me so brother. Be happy for my choice, as I am for yours.” I say to him.

“Why did you choose such a path?” he questions his dark eyes searching mine, their matching set. We look the same now, but years from now I’m not so sure we will. For the choice I have made brings with it consequences, the heaviest of them all being time. I will age, grow old and die, while he will stay at the pinnacle of his time, never changing,forever. I pity him at times like this and I hope he cannot see it in my eyes. He slaps me on the leg, impatient for my answer.

“Elrond, while all you see is death and pain in my choice in choosing the line of men, I do not. I see hope in their line, HOPE! They have only so little time here, yet they live their lives freely and happily. Richly and with such passion!. I wish to be apart of this, with my choice….my choice Elrond, I am giving hope to the line of men. We cannot forget them.”

He is angry with my answer, as I know he will always be. Love hurts, and it pains one even more when it is at risk of being taken away. I know how he feels, my other half, because I feel the same way. Years from now, when I am gone he will still be here, wandering the earth, alone for eternity. He looks away from me now, not wishing for me to read his eyes, or perhaps see the tears there.

“You will understand one day.” I whisper to him, while looking off into the distance.

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What's with their expression you ask? Why they're mad at each other! I dunno why. No I think maybe, that since they're twins (yes I'm a believer) that they're really close and we all know that Elros chose the line of man while Elrond decided to become an elf. So Elros will die while Elrond lives forever. That's something to argue over ne? I mean, they're both firm believers in their way and are mad because the other wont see reason. I don't know why I put them in this setting. I like trees, I wanted Elrond in the water. Maybe he was taking a nice swim while Elros decided to come by and talk? Yay, pictures with stories rule!

Update: Oooooh look, my friend wrote a little story for my pic! I'm so happy!

He was swimming. He loved to swim, ever since we were the smallest of children if he was unable to be found, one only had to look to the nearest stream or pond. Now he only swims when he is troubled. I sit, watching him from the tree; he is swimming on his back, lazily swooshing his arms through the water so that he can stay afloat. He knows that I am here; I can tell by the way he is staying to the far side of the pond. He is angry with me, and he has never been one to hide his anger. Finally he comes over and acknowledges me. His eyes look sad of late, and I know I am the cause. I smile at him, he smiles back grimly.

“Don’t smile at me so brother. Be happy for my choice, as I am for yours.” I say to him.

“Why did you choose such a path?” he questions his dark eyes searching mine, their matching set. We look the same now, but years from now I’m not so sure we will. For the choice I have made brings with it consequences, the heaviest of them all being time. I will age, grow old and die, while he will stay at the pinnacle of his time, never changing,forever. I pity him at times like this and I hope he cannot see it in my eyes. He slaps me on the leg, impatient for my answer.

“Elrond, while all you see is death and pain in my choice in choosing the line of men, I do not. I see hope in their line, HOPE! They have only so little time here, yet they live their lives freely and happily. Richly and with such passion!. I wish to be apart of this, with my choice….my choice Elrond, I am giving hope to the line of men. We cannot forget them.”

He is angry with my answer, as I know he will always be. Love hurts, and it pains one even more when it is at risk of being taken away. I know how he feels, my other half, because I feel the same way. Years from now, when I am gone he will still be here, wandering the earth, alone for eternity. He looks away from me now, not wishing for me to read his eyes, or perhaps see the tears there.

“You will understand one day.” I whisper to him, while looking off into the distance.

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