The Elfling twins

By: moonling child

Disclaimer: Me: I own Willow!

Willow: *glares and draws bow.* No one owns me!

Me: *holds hands up.* Alrighty then.

Willow: *storms away grumbling*

Me: On with the show!

Thorin: Its a story, not a show.

Me: *glares* DON'T make me write you out!

Thorin: *nods* Well, you heard the lady, On with the show!

Me: Thank you. *Goes back to keyboard.

Key: "talk" 'thought' "twin mind talk

Harry smiled. "May I see your hand? The test won't hurt, I promise." Bifur nodded and Harry took his hand in his own and a soft yellow glow traveled up Bifurs arm and surrounded him before disappearing. Harry turned and once more sat down in his chair. For a long moment, the only sound heard was that of Frodo, Fili, Kili, and Bofur playing. Harry opened his eyes and looked at Bifur with gentle eyes.

"You're in luck, I can heal you and I'm almost certain you will make a full recovery." Harry told the now happy dwarves. They let out a roar and started smashing heads in celebration, startling Frodo who wasn't use to people doing that.

Amidst the celebrations, Willow had come back. She stormed up to Harry, grabbed his ear and hauled him away. "I got a bone to pick with you." She growled at him. Harry was dragged along wide-eyed, thinking that his sister was mad. Strangely, no one noticed Willows arrival or the twins departure.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you? Why did you tell them what had happened? Why in the worlds did you yourself cast that spell on the Dwarf yourself? The Wizard is smart, he will have figured it out and you know that he will use it against us! Sometimes you can be such an idiot!" Willow yelled. Harry quickly revised his opinion, she wasn't mad. She was completely and thoroughly pissed off.

"I'm sorry." Harry said instantly.

"What are you sorry for? Sorry telling them everything? Sorry for telling those people about us? Information we agreed never to speak of again? Or maybe your sorry for telling non-magical beings about our most sacred thing of all? About our Kings and Queens? How could you! I don't understand you! You KNOW that no one, NO ONE, out side of Magical beings may know about the Backgrounds of Kings and Queens. You DO realise that if ONE of those Dwarves say the wrong thing to the wrong person you could be fighting ME on the battle field?" Willow yelled.

"What?" Harry asked, white faced.

Willow sighed heavily, sitting heavily down on the floor, her small form making the feat much simpler. "I'm sure you didn't mean to, and just like the idiotic Gryffindor you are you rushed into the situation and acted without thinking. But you remember what happened when Moldynose got his hands on me. I, even against my wishes, can be used in Dark Magic rituals, and enough Dark Magic Rituals can break even me. We already know that there is a Dark Lord here, and if someone who just found out that information speaks about it and it gets to the Dark Lord then he will do the same thing. And if he gets to me before I am rescued or save myself, you will have to face me on the battle field and have to make the same decision that I had to." Willow said heavily. Harry was shocked was stunned.

"That will not happen." Harry said adamantly, determination flashing threw his eyes.

"It might." Willow answered, thinking logically. Harry, too, slumped to the floor, horror rising within him as he realised what he had done. He had always thought that the backgrounds of the kings and queens were kept quiet out of respect, but now he realised that it was kept quiet because of necessity. He had never thought about what it might mean for the himself and Willow if the information about them fell into the wrong hands.

"What can I do to fix this? Anything? We could Obliviate them." Harry suggested.

"We don't know anything about dwarves. We could end up erasing their entire memories or not enough, end up making enemies, and end up worse then before." Willow sighed. "I don't think we can do anything."

"I'm so sorry Willow." Harry said miserably.

"It's ok. Just Don't do it again." Willow told him. Harry nodded and the twins ended up next to each other in silence.

"Do you think we should go back yet?" Harry asked, after a long pause.

"No, but we have to eventually so I might as well get it over and done with." Willow said and got up. Harry was helped up by Willow and they marched back into the sitting room, side by side. Willow glared around at the dwarves who had all fallen silent at the appearance of the small girl.

The dwarves, and Gandalf, were getting their first good look at the little girl who had claimed their burglars heart. The little one had long, black hair with slight red highlights that framed a heart shaped face. The girl had big, round emerald green eyes, a button nose, and pink lips that would have made her look adorable had she not been glaring at Gandalf. Her pointed ears stuck out slightly from under her hair. She had pale skin and a thin body. All in all her appearance made the dwarves want to protect her and made them weary of her at the same time. The little boy looked greatly like his sister, though his face was rounder in shape, his hair was shorter, and his eyes were not quite as big as the girls, and his ears showed more through his hair. This was Harry and Willow, twin Elflings who were hidden in the Shire.

"What?" Willow growled out, glari at all of the beings who were staring at her.

"Nothing. You are just not what we were expecting that is all child." Gandalf said.

"And that gives you the right to stare at me because?" Willow wondered.

"It does not. We have just never seen Elflings. The last ones born were thousands of years ago." Balin told her. Willow huffed.

"Well, since my brother is an idiot, lets here your theory Wizard." Willow demanded and conjured herself a chair. Harry followed suit though his was no where near as fluffy as Willow's.

Gandalf looked uncomfortable for a moment before summoning up his thoughts. "I believe that Willow and Harry are "the Shadows" as the Shire calls them. Harry has demonstrated his ability with the healing arts already, and also it goes along with the explanation that Harry gave us. Along with the fact that in his explanation, Harry told us that Willow was called Death, and that is what one of the protectors is called. I also believe that they are not telling us the whole story, and that Bilbo is also going on the missions with the Elflings."

Willow glared at Harry. "I told you that he would figure it out you dolt." Harry looked down at his lap miserably.

"I'm sorry." Harry said.

"It's fine." Willow said mentally.

"Tomorrow Willow and I will be able to fix Bifur's head, and we will be able to have him be up and about the next day. He will be sleeping until the morning after the operation and be perfectly fine when he wakes up." Harry told the group, changing the topic. The Dwarves began to excitedly talk to each other, all except Thorin who was staring at Willow.

"What?" Willow asked frostily.

"Your brother explained his back story, but you will not explain yours?" He asked her.

Willow glared. "Nope." She said simply, before getting up and, with the help of Bilbo and Harry, pulled out the food for dinner and placed it around the table. The beginning of dinner was awkward until the Dwarves began to recount various adventures and battles, then they started to have a grand time, complete with wild hand gestures that made everyone (except Willow) roar with laugher. The group laughed and had a good time before Bilbo put them all in his spare rooms, Dori, Ori, and Nori sharing one, Bombur, Bifur, and Bofur sharing another, Glion and Oin sharing, Kili and Fili another, and Thorin, Balin, and Dwalin each having their own. Gandalf had disappeared part way threw the night. But not before Willow made it impossible for him to tell anyone that they were Elflings with an undetectable charms. Harry and Willow slept in Frodo's room in order to have enough room for everyone. The rooms themselves were very comfortable and everyone had their own bed thanks to Harry and Willow's magic. They didn't have enough time to make more rooms so everyone had their own but no one minded to much about sharing, though Nori did complain a little bit.

(I was going to leave it here but then I decided that it was too short of a chapter so... Tada! chapter 16 part 2! I didn't misspell anything right? LOL :))

The next morning, the Dwarves woke up to delicious smells in the air. One by one they entered the kitchen and was met by the sight of the small family eating breakfast with much more piled around them. Once all the dwarves had come to the table and were eating, Harry spoke up.

"I was thinking after breakfast I could heal Bifur? If that's ok with you all."

The dwarves looked at each other and nodded. "Of course. Will it hurt him?" Bombur asked concerned.

"NO, he will be asleep through it. If it does not work, when he wakes up Willow will make a shallow Rune in his skin and the day after that he will be able to speak the Common Tongue." Harry told him.

"Why would you not want to just do the Rune first then? And not put him at risk with the operation?" Oin asked.

"Because I am not completely sure that the Rune will work with the injury that he has. I think it will but the operation posses no threat to Bifur and this way even if the Operation doesn't work the Rune certainly will. Better to be safe then sorry." Harry told him.

Around an hour later, the Dwarves had finished their breakfast and were preparing for the operation. Harry quirked an eyebrow at the dwarves who were clearing away tables and setting up other ones. "What are you doing?" Harry drawled. The dwarves looked at Harry like he had two heads.

"We are setting up your work space. Unless you would like to set it up yourself?" Dori asked concerned.

"I don't need a work space. A bed would work fine." Harry said and conjured said bed. All the dwarves looked surprised and Bifur climbed onto the bed and laid down where Harry directed him.

"Drink this. It will make you sleep through this." Bifur eyed the bottle but drank the potion, shuddering at the taste. Bifur's eyes quickly drooped and he fell quickly asleep.

"I need complete quiet, nothing can distract me or Willow. Frodo is at the Gamgee's playing so he will not be a distraction. If you can not be quiet, leave, now." Harry told them seriously. The dwarves nodded though none left. Harry took a deep breath and nodded once. Willow moved over and put a hand over Bifur's heart. Willow had her head bent away from Bifur and bent to the side as though she listening to something. Willow began to chant under her breath. The listeners' hair pickled as they felt a heavy presences fill the room. Suddenly, two heart beats and breathing rates sounded before both started to slow down and become perfectly matched. Willow's chanting never paused through out the whole ordeal.

Harry walked over to Bifur's head and gently placed his hands on either side of the embedded axe and he too began to chant. The watchers were awed by the sheer amount of power that began to pour off of Harry, while Willow's base line pressure never wavered. After what seemed to be hours they watched fascinated as the axe piece began to slowly start to move back and out of Bifur's head. Several long moments later, the axe piece fell out of Bifur's head and landed on the bed without a sound. Harry's chanting increased before slowing down and tapering off to nothing. Harry kept moving his lips for a moment before opening his eyes. Harry seemed dazed for a moment before coming back to himself and shaking his head. Moving away from Bifur's head, Harry softly touched Willow's back before moving away. Willow's magic's presences started to fade, the heartbeats and breathing broke pattern before the power disappeared completely. Willow to, blinked like she was dazed before she shook and moved away from Bifur.

"Now we wait until tomorrow morning to find out if he is alright or not." Harry told them.

A/N: Will Bifur be alright? Should I kick out Thorin? I think I should. Anyways, Answers!

Dars D. Devillions: It's Harry who is doing it. He is trying to make up for his sister. And, here's a crazy idea, read. the. authors. note. in a previous chapter, then you MIGHT be able to realise that I had ALREADY said that he sees things in black and white. He doesn't think about how they might turn on them.

Guest: Go fall in a hole that's ten feet deep... twice.

A/N: What's up with the mean reviews?