Maglor was woken up by a noise that was most definitely not caused by creatures of the woods. It didn't sound like an orc-attack either, so he had just decided to ignore it and go back to sleep when among occasional cracks and thuds he made out the very familiar sound of violent quenya cursing. Deciding that this was a matter worth investigating he got up and very soon found his brother a bit deeper into the forest. Maedhros usually prefered not to sleep close to anyone.

The sight he was greeted with was a most entertaning one: His brother had grabbed one oft he elflings from Sirion, who in terms seemed to hack at his arm with what appeared to be a tiny knife. Unfortunately, he was only able to scratch Maedhros' metallic hand prothesis while the other one oft he twins seemed to have grabbed a large stick and tried beating Masedhros with it.

Maglor couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity oft he whole situation. Especially when Maeedhros got hold of the stick with his left hand, which caused a very unbalanced tug-of-war-game between them, Maedhros all the while cursing like a human sailor.

Eventually, Maglor decided to interfer.

„Stop it," he yelled in the exact tone his mother had used on Ambarussa and Tyelko on multiple occasions, „all of you!"

Within a second the three fighters froze, looking at him like a group of kids caught stealing.

„Brother, would you please let go oft he twins. And you two, give me those weapons," too astonished to disobey they all did as he said, „now, what's going on here."

Maedhros rubbed his bag where the twin had probably hit him with the stick.

„These little bastards tried to stab me in the chest," he growled, glaring at the twins who slowly moved backwards.

„Stab you," Maglor repeated in disbelief, „with this?" He looked at the knife that probably wasn't long enough to stab a rabbit with it. Yet, it was small enough that they had overlooked it when searching the twins a few days ago. A grave mistake as he now realized.

There had been incidences, he remembered, when elves had been trown off a cliff for similar crimes. But that was nonsense. They were nowhere near a cliff.

Besides, when ignoring the expression of fear in their faces the twins – he swore to his harp – looked exactly like Ambarussa had when caught troublemaking. Undoubtetly stubborn and only a tiny little bit guilty. They were children, for Eru's sake!

„You won't stab anyone with this," he explained turning towards the twins, „try to get one of these, if you attempt t kill my brother next time."

He quickly put away the knife he had drawn as the twins flinched in fear.

„Maglor," Maedhros complained indignified, „We lived through an age of war and three kinslayings and now you want me to be killed by two elflings on a revenge-mission?"

„It's not a revenge-mission," one of the twins – Elros? – protested, „we were going to kill you and then become leaders of your company!"

Maglor decided not to tell them that he and his brother were probably the only reason the twins were still alive.

„But, you do realize, that stabbing someone in the chest who sleeps with their eyes open might not be the best idea, right," he asked instead to which the twins just shrugged, „Concidering the type of knive you had, I'd reccomend slicing his throat," he turned to Maedhros, „would you help me out here?"

„Maglor, I'm not-" Before he could object Maglor had stepped behind him, turning him so that the twins had a clear view on them, „you can sneak at him from behind," he explained, „place your knife over his troat. Unless your knife is very sharp you'll have difficulties making a real cut now. You want to place our knive close to where the cheekbone ends – blade outwards – and to get there you'll have to overstretch his neck like this – sorry, brother," he had grabbed Maedhros' hair and pulled to which is brother gave an angry yelp,. „See? Now, every part of the throat is exposed."

The twins stared at him in what was best described as sheer confusion which made Maglor laugh again. He couldn't remember having laughed that much in that short amount of time for quite a while.

„Amazing," Maedhros rolled his eyes, „since my idiot of a brother seems to have decided to turn you little demons into little murder-machines," he yawned, „I'll go and enjoy what little sleep I can get before I get killed violenty."

„They need some survival skills," Maglor protested, but Maedhros pretended not to hear him. „And you," he looked at the twins who flinched again, but not quite as much as before, „I reccomend you practise on each other," he put their knife in one of his pockets, „you'll get it back when you learned how to use it. Now, go back to sleep."

For a moment they stood there staring at him, then they turned around and, quick as two rabbits, disappeared in one of the tents. Maglor swore he heard something like „Next time we'll use poison" and smiled to himself. That would make for some interesting lessons.

This is for a little challenge between me and my dear friend  (chec her stuf                                (check out her work, it's great!) where each would pick a headcanon from Pinterest fort the other one to write a oneshot about.

Mine was the one from the picture above.

I wanted to go a bit silly with this one. It is a bit of a silly premise after all and there is enough trauma and tragedy in this fandom already XD The end is a bit rushed because peope started invading my office, what did make me feel a bit guilty about writing Oneshots at work (in my defence: litterally the only thing I'd have to do instead is something I need to hand in by the end of next week) 

Was nice to write something here again. I really missed it, but currently there are like three diffeent fandoms, five art projects and the prospect of having to do a drivers licence-test waging a war for my attention and the result is that by the end oft he day I don't get anything done. It's wild...