Before we begin this little fluff trip, I just want to say "Happy Fathers Day!" I decided to turn this into a special story part. Rest assured, critics, I had the premise of this tale cooking in the idea oven for a long time. Thanks, Dad, for igniting the fire that keeps me reading and writing like the crazy nerd I am.

Maglor awoke early that morning. Last night had been so peaceful—come to think of it, he had no nightmares since the boys arrived. Most of the servants were quietly going about their work, and Maedhros was still asleep, thank Irmo. As the rising sun paraded into the sky with golden glory, the second of the Seven decided that today would be the day he truly got to know Elwing's twins. Despite having chatted with them a few times, they were still very wary of him, and could hardly be convinced to talk with Maedhros. The redhead had tried to repeat the stormy night from a week ago, but to no effect. Wondering if his brother would want to join him, Maglor crept across the master wing of the palace and knocked on his door.

"Neylo! Wake up! I have a plan!" Maglor rapped on the door.

Not a sound came from within the locked room. Ever since Thangorodrim, Maedhros had been an uncannily light sleeper, and would immediately beg for five more minutes. But now, there was total silence.

A bit puzzled, Maglor tried again. "Neylo!?" His fist came down in a hard thud. To Maglor's surprise, the door cracked open; it was stubborn, not locked.

Maglor walked over to the bed with a sigh. He thought that perhaps his brother would be over with the wandering and the disappearing, but no.

On the bed which Maedhros always left unkempt (he refused letting the servants do his personal things), Maglor spied a note.

Gone hunting. Took Striker. Back in two weeks. Don't die.
    —Your Brother, Neylafinwë

"Great. He went falcon hunting without me—again," Maglor huffed, tossing the note back.

With a slightly spoiled mood, he trudged down the steps to see if the servants had already set out breakfast. He wasn't surprised to find them red-in-the-ears drunk. Maglor stepped up to the head of his personal staff, who was having trouble sitting up.

"Good—MORNING!!" Maglor boomed right into the drunk elf's ear.

The unlucky drinker jumped up. "S-sir!?" he was obviously startled half to sanity.

"May I ask what this means?" the brown-haired elf's face was scarlet with fury.

"Your, uh, brother—hic!—left, so we thought you went with him," the other slurred. He fidgeted with the bottle behind his back. The rest of the party hastily hid their flasks, bottles and goblets too.

"And this merits a feast!? I've seen you off your horses before, but never this baldfaced!"

"Th-they said they'd l-lock us up if we talked!" squeaked a little voice from a distant corner of the kitchen.

"By the Valar! You woke the boys!?" Maglor grabbed his chief servant's collar and spat in his face.

"You said they were prisoners," the drunk elf shrugged in reply. 

Maglor ignored the tipsy group and ran across the kitchen to where he guessed the twins were.

"We tried running away," Elrond apologized.

"Where are you, little one?" said Maglor as he looked around confused.

"Here." Elrond crawled out from under a bag of flour.

Maglor scooped him up relieved. "But where's your brother?

"ROS! Maglor's here!" Elrond shouted.

One of the ovens creaked open, and out popped Elros's nervous little head. "They gone?"

"Not really," Elrond looked down at his brother with disappointment.

Putting Elrond down, Maglor hurried over to the other child. "The oven!? What if you'd gotten locked in!? Those elves are out of their minds! If they had decided to—You could have died! I would have lost you!" he shook Elros by the shoulder.

"You sound like Nana," Elros blinked.

Maglor let go and paused. He'd just given Elros his first lecture. "Oh, uh, did I?"

Elrond nodded. "Sorry 'bout him. My brudder likes the risky places."

The grown elf raised an eyebrow and laughed. "What kind of four-year-old says 'risky'?"

"He likes stickin' his nose in books," shrugged Elros. "But he can't read yet."

"Can too!" his twin piped up.

"Can't," Elros stuck out his tongue.

"You're mean!" Elrond crossed his arms and faced away from his brother.

"I'm right," the older twin exulted.

"You always get to be right!"

"Cuz I'm older, Ron," the other sneered.

"NO FAIR!!"

"RON, GET OFF ME! GET OFF!"

Maglor gawked. Elrond, though a bit smaller than his brother, had already pinned Elros to the floor and put him in a headlock. Elros tried to roll, but Elrond wouldn't let go.

"You're gonna choke me!"

"You take that back!"

"What back!?" poor Elros squealed while Elrond smooshed his face down.

"Everthing you said, genus!" Elrond growled.

Always willing to play it smart, Elros smirked, "Everthing I ever said, Ron?"

"YOU SMART-BUTT SNAKE!" Elrond shrieked.

Maglor was beginning to realize that the twins could seriously hurt each other if he kept being the audience. "ELROND!! Drop. It. Now."

"He needs to a-polly-gize," the boy hissed.

Maglor grabbed them both by their nightshirt collars. "Both of you, exchange apologies."

"HE STARTED IT!!" they pointed at each other, scowling.

Maglor set them down, fighting the urge to smile. "Elros, you need to stop insulting your brother over not reading yet. Elrond, you need to stop being so sensitive. He was just teasing—even if he went overboard."

"Sor—RY!" Elrond snarled at his brother.

"I'm sorry too," Elros turned up his nose.

"Pityo, Telo, that's not a proper sorry," Maglor pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Who are they?" Elros said.

"Huh?" Maglor glanced at the child.

"You said Pityo and Telo. Those aren't our names," Elrond observed.

"Oh! I—sorry, boys. Must have gone back in time," Maglor scratched his head.

"Yeah, but who are they?" repeated Elros.

"I had little brothers who were twins like you. I guess I went back to a time when I babysat them."

"I bet they didn't choke each other," Elros glared at his brother.

"Cuz they never bragged 'bout being right," Elrond hissed back.

"Elrond and Elros—see, I got your names right!—quit it. Take it from me, fighting with your brothers makes it much heavier on your mind when they aren't around." Maglor knelt down and made sure their eyes were locked on his.

"Ya know, fighting gets stupid—like you get sometimes," Elros looked at his brother and shrugged.

Elrond took a deep, two-second inhale. "I'll pretend ya never said that," he smirked.

"Sorry?" Elros offered.

"Sorry," Elrond pounced on his brother for a hug.

Maglor shook his head and chuckled to himself as the boys rolled around on the floor (laughing this time). The day was just beginning.

I decided to make this a two-part. Enjoy!  (Would anyone like to guess how I get my dialect writing for the twins?)