Elrohir kept his grey eyes open, searching the shadows for movement, and his ears tuned to every sound. An arrow was nocked on his bow, and his sword was loose in its sheath.
The ascent to the towers proved nothing more than dust, so Elrohir followed his brother down the steps to meet the men in the lower levels. He could feel Eldin close behind him, just as wary.
They were nearly down the stairs, Elrohir began to hear things from the chamber below.
"That cannot be the men?" he asked, incredulous at thier noise.
"The Dunadain are still men, I suppose," said Elrohir, using elven grace to avoid a crumbling step, "Shall we give them a good scare? Just to keep them on thier toes?"
Elladan smiled wickedly, "I wouldn't dream of doing anything else."
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