Cleaning Up The Mess

Silence in the woods today, but it was deceptive. Elrohir knew they were coming, and from where, and why. The foul creatures of the world would never stop, not even leaderless and scattered; not until they were as dead as their fallen masters.

He could help that along, if they insisted.

A guttural howl that could only vaguely be described as language signaled the presence of the marauding orcs well before they were in sight. They came purely for death and carnage now; the thrill of desecration was all they had. So be it; they would see that death today.

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Little is recorded of Elrohir's later life, except that both the sons of Elrond were known to have remained at Rivendell for a time after their father departed from Middle-earth. Ultimately, like their father and their sister, they would have had to make a choice: to depart over the Sea to the Blessed Realm, or remain as mortals in Middle-earth.
- Encyclopedia of Arda

I always figured the boys stuck around for a while to make sure things settled down a bit, what with all the leftover baddies wandering about.

As always, the big ideas are Tolkien's, I'm just playing with them.