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N. nefarious (ne-far'i-ous) a.: grossly vile or wicked

Rumil/Elrohir

"Rumil?"

Rumil fanned the chestnut hair he was playing with about the ground, "Yes?"

"Do you think I am beautiful?"

"Of course, you are beautiful."

"Do you think that Elladan is beautiful?"

Silence met this question. Elrohir opened his eyes to stare up into startled blue ones. He smiled teasingly, "It is okay, you can answer. I am not trying to trick or trap you."

"Well...of course he is beautiful also...he is your twin. Why do you ask?"

Elrohir licked his lips, "You are pleasing to him also."

Rumil pulled back a little warily, "I do not think so. Are we talking about the same elf? Elladan, your brother, who seems to want my head on a spike every time I venture near you?"

Elrohir laughed, "He does seem to be a bit possessive, doesn't he? It's just that..."

"What?" Rumil asked with a sense of growing dread.

"If I told you that Elladan loved me, would you be upset?"

"No, he is your brother. He should love you."

"What if he loved me...more as a lover should? Would you think that nefarious?"

Rumil was quiet for a long time before he answered, "Elrohir, I already know that Elladan loves you more than a brother should."

Elrohir frowned, "You know? How do you know?"

"I saw you."

"You saw...me?"

"And Elladan. Together...in your room the day we arrived from Lorien."

"Yet, you said nothing? You were willing to enter into a relationship with me knowing that I might be sleeping with my brother on the side?"

Rumil looked into serious gray eyes, "I love you."

Elrohir smiled softly, " I love you too...but-"
Rumil smiled sadly, "but you love Elladan more."

"No, not more, differently. I would not give up either."

"I am not sure how I feel about this. How does Elladan feel about this...this arrangement?"

Elrohir drew the blue eyed elf down closer to him, "Elladan thinks you are beautiful. He wants to see you naked. He would be eternally grateful if you would allow him access to me...to yourself. He would love you as I love you if he only got to know you."

Rumil gave in to the insistent tugging and buried his face against Elrohir's neck, "I want you to be happy...your happiness is mine. I will think about it. My own brother is in a three way relationship...maybe it can work."

"Haldir is very happy with our grandparents, isn't he? Elladan and I would have you be no less content."

Tomorrow the Letter O.

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M. malfeasance (mal'fea'sance) n.: official misconduct

Erestor, Archer, Glorfindel

"Being a member of Glorfindel's Royal Guard is hard work. We have to work longer and harder than the other sentries that guard the valley."

Erestor batted long, thick lashes, "Longer and harder, you say?"

The blond archer leaned forward entranced by the flirtatious tone and glance, "Longer and harder...sometimes all day and into the night."

Erestor reached out an elegant hand to rest on the soldier's well defined bicep, "I like an elf with endurance...perhaps, you can tell me more about your training tonight?"

"Why, Erestor if you wanted to know about the regime I put all my elves through, you only had to ask."

Erestor sighed forlornly as the young cadet hastily made his way to the barracks under the fiery heat of Glorfindel's glare. "Hello, Glorfindel. How kind of you to scare off my entertainment for the night. Can no one get laid in this valley but you? Really, what would our Lord have to say about such conduct?"

Glorfindel smiled winningly, the young soldier forgotten, "Elrond would be on my side, fair one. In fact, he charged me with this duty. He said to me, "Glorfindel, insure that Erestor is so desperate that he will have to succumb to our lecherous advances." It is officially approved conduct or should I say malnificence."

Erestor raised an amused eyebrow, "I believe the word you are mangling so badly is malfeasance, official misconduct."

Glorfindel just waved a hand, "You know what I mean. Why do you bother with those adolescents anyway? If you want a warrior, here I am. The best that Middle Earth has to offer at your beck and call, ready to provide every pleasure."

"And the long time lover of my Lord."

Glorfindel sighed, "Is that what's bothering you? Elrond wants you to sleep with me. He talks about it constantly. He dreams of seeing us perform for his pleasure. He's starting a harem and we're going to be his favorites."

Erestor shook his head sadly, "Why, oh, why does Elrond put up with you? He can do so much better. How could such a brilliant elf stoop so low?"

Instead of taking offence, Glorfindel offered, "I could show you why he holds me in such high regard. One night and you would be willing to let me get away with murder too. I would do anything for you, Elrond would do anything to you. I do not understand how you can continuously resist such an offer. Am I so repugnant to you? I know that Elrond is not the problem."

Erestor stepped closer to the blond, "Anything...you will give me anything?"

"Anything." A promise.

"What if I told you that the very mention of your name calls up images of you at my feet, that ever talking mouth gagged with my cock? You would still offer anything?"

"Anything..." a breath.

"You and Elrond have been together for some time...does he still take care with you? Prepare you gently?"

"Yes..."

"I will not. Do you take him?"

"No."

"Never?"

"Never."

"That...that is interesting. I will think on it. Good day, Lord Seneschal."


Tomorrow the Letter N.

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L. luxuriant (lux-u'ri-ant) a.: exuberant in growth; rank, overabundant

Lindir/Orophin

"That was beautiful."

Lindir looked up from his harp, startled, "Orophin! How did you get here? Who told you where to find my rooms?"

Orophin smiled, "Do you not think that I can find the quarters of the loveliest minstrel in the Last Homely House? I am more than a mere archer; I can track with the best of them."

Lindir narrowed his eyes at the blond, "Erestor told you, didn't he?"

Orophin laughed, "You have found me out but do not be cross with him. I begged and pleaded with him until he told me just to be rid of my presence."

"No one can force Erestor to talk if he does not want to."

Orophin settled on the bench beside the little elf, "If you did not want company perhaps you should have closed your door. Your music must call to any unwary elf walking by like a siren's song."

"Not many people venture to this side of the palace. That is why I chose it for my home."

"Erestor also stays on this side of the house, doesn't he?"

Lindir nodded, "He does."

Orophin fell silent as his eyes were drawn against his will to the riotous mass of white hair falling down Lindir's back and unto the floor. He had not realized he was reaching out until a small hand clamped down on his broad wrist. He looked up into blue/green eyes sheepishly. "I am sorry...it is just..."

"It is just so what?" Lindir asked, curious.

"So luxuriant, so long and beautiful. It attracts the eye and tempts the hand."

Lindir's mouth formed a surprised o and his hand dropped, "You may touch it."

Orophin reached for the nearest curl and twined it about his finger, delighting in the softness. He laughed, pleased, when the curl bounced back into place after he released it. He stood to position himself better to play in Lindir's hair. He lifted it and scrunched it and ran his fingers through it. Quite loosing himself in his play. Lindir sat patiently and endured his stroking and petting like he was a small white kitten.
He was nearly asleep when Orophin spoke.

"Can I braid it?"

Lindir hmmm in agreement and waved his arm in the general direction of his brush and comb. Orophin let his hair fall to go fetch the combing utensils. The large warrior parted out tiny sections making sure to hold the rest of the heavy mass out of the way of the braiding action. Before he was halfway through, Lindir fell asleep resting his slight weight back against Orophin's broad chest. Orophin just continued on carefully making sure Lindir did not tip over. After a long while he gently shook the little elf awake.

"Lindir, Lindir, I am finished. Do you want to look at it?" The sleepy elf nodded and Orophin helped him over to the mirror above his dresser. Lindir blinked at his reflection once, then twice. A tiny hand reached up to touch the numerous braids.

"You have tamed it."

Orophin smiled at the awe in the soft voice, "I am glad you like it," he hesitated, "perhaps I could do it for you every day."

Lindir beamed at him through the mirror, "Perhaps, you could."

Tomorrow the Letter M.

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K. knapsack (knap' sack) n.: sack or bag for provisions

Elladan/Elrohir, Elrond

"Elrohir, I am troubled."

Elrohir looked up from the scroll he was translating to stare at his father with a concerned expression, "What is it, Ada?"

Elrond sat behind his desk looking deceptively calm, "Your brother has come to me requesting leave. He desires to go to Lorien and visit your grandparents," he paused, "I can see by your expression that he has not told you of this request."

Elrohir answered even though it was not a question, "No, Ada."

"That is what troubles me. You and Elladan have never been on a prolonged journey from the valley without each other. My advisors tell me that you are not speaking to each other. Glorfindel tells me that you have had a horrible fight...Erestor will only say that it is complicated. What is it, Elrohir?"

"It is...complicated."

Sharp gray eyes pierced Elrohir's, "Have you fallen out over one of the archers from Lorien? That young, pretty one, Rumil?"

"Not...exactly, Ada."

"I would like for you to talk to your brother before he leaves. I would not have you grief between you should anything happen to either of you when you are apart."

"Please, do not talk that way, Ada! I will talk to him before he leaves. We will make things right between us."

"Good." The two elves finished there work in silence. Elrond satisfied with his talk and Elrohir filled with trepidation over his upcoming talk with his brother."

Elrohir walked slowly down the hall to his brother's room and stopped in front of the door, taking a deep breath before knocking softly.

"Come in, Elrohir." Elrohir entered and stood just inside the door awkwardly. Elladan frowned at him. "I suppose Adar has informed you of my request to leave the valley." He moved around throwing clothes from his closet to the floor, obviously searching for something."

Elrohir cleared his throat, "Yes...he told me. What ...what are you looking for?"

"My knapsack. You know the one with blue lining."

Elrohir smiled, "It is in my room."

Elladan frowned again, "What is it doing in your room?"

"Because it is mine."

"Oh."

They stood staring at each other for a moment. Then Elrohir rushed forward, hugging his brother. "Do not leave me, Elladan. I am sorry for being mean to you. I will not do it again. Do not leave me alone."

Elladan stroked the chestnut hair, so like his own, "You will not be alone. Ada, will be here, Glorfindel, Erestor...Rumil."

A sniff came from his shoulder, "Are you leaving because of Rumil? We are just friends...there is nothing going on."

Elladan sighed, "You are just friends because he is afraid to challenge my authority in my house. He only holds back because he knows I disapprove...you only hold back because I disapprove."

Elrohir drew back a little, "I did not want it to be this way. We promised each other forever and everything."

Elladan smiled sadly, "We were elflings then. We knew not the ways of the world. It was a dream."

Elrohir looked at his brother shrewdly, "A dream you still cherish. I...I could give you everything, Elladan." He pressed closer to his brother, letting him feel the heat of his body.

Elladan stiffened and tightened his hold on his brother, "Not like this, I did not want it to be like this. Something out of pity, out of an insane urge to keep me closer to you."

Elrohir crumpled and wailed, "I do not want you to hate me!"

"Oh, Elrohir, I could never hate you. I just need time to sort my feelings out."

"It would not be pity; I love you. I want you. You know this."

"You also love Rumil."

"Yes...but that does not mean I love you any less."

Elladan shook his brother, "I do not want to share you!."

Elrohir touched his brother's mouth, "You would not be sharing me...we would be sharing him. Everything and forever."

Elladan leaned down to kiss his brother, "Everything and forever."

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J. juvenile (ju've-nile) a.: young, pertaining to youth

Erestor, Lindir

"Why are you looking so sad, little muse?"

Lindir look up with big, shining eyes at the tall elf standing before him from his seat on the floor. "I am sad, Erestor." Lindir did not feel the need to lie to Erestor, he had known the advisor since before he could remember. Erestor had practically become his Adar after his real Ada had died many years before his majority. If there was one being on all of Middle Earth that thought he was beautiful, it was Erestor. He buried his head into the older elf's robes as he settled on the floor beside him. Erestor pulled him in the circle of his arms with a sigh.

"Is this about Orophin?"

Lindir did not answer the question, "I think I would like to color my hair."

Erestor rolled his eyes heavenward, "Your hair is already colored. It is white."

"I mean a normal color...like blond, brown or red."

"Not black?"

Lindir hugged Erestor closer, "Black is not a normal hair color for an elf. I could not name two elves with black hair and I have been to all three elven realms." The small artisan felt the broad chest under his head shake with laughter and pulled back to look into his mentor's amused face...a face that was surrounded by the absolute blackest hair he had ever seen, unrelieved by highlights of any color. "Oh..."

Erestor smiled, "Yes, oh," he teased the young elf. "So, you see that hair color will not stop you from living your life or doing anything you want in life. It has not stopped me, has it?"

Lindir frowned, reaching up to touch the jet strands, "But your hair is beautiful. It is long and straight and shiny. It would look good in any shade. My hair is a wild, wavy horror. My best attempts at taming it still leaves it with huge waves that tumble everywhere. It is almost longer than I am tall. It is a nightmare!"

Erestor laughed out loud, "It is not as awful as you make it, small one." He winked, "If there is one thing that is proven to attract elves, it is an abundance of hair. Unusual hair makes the attraction even stronger."

Lindir was silent for a moment, "There is always someone trying to touch my hair...but I thought it was just out of a type of morbid curiosity. I have never seen anyone playing with your hair." He raised and eyebrow and pierced Erestor with an inquisitive look.

Erestor smirked, "That is because I broke the hand of the last elf that tried millennia before you were even born. There are still those that gaze at it longingly and from time to time I receive sonnets and poems praising my," he lowered his voice mockingly, "midnight tresses."

Lindir laughed then sobered quickly, "It is just...I...thought...that maybe he would be different from the others that used to laugh and point at me when I was younger."

Erestor stroked a hand over the wilder than usual white curls on Lindir's head, "Do not let Orophin's juvenile behavior bother you. He did not mean anything by his remarks. Orophin often speaks before his thinks, it is his way...and the way of his brothers. He can not help himself. In fact, he told me that he thought you were most enchanting and would very much like to make up for his bad first impression. You should give him another chance. He is a good elf at heart."

Lindir looked doubtful, "Maybe...he's kinda...."

"Kind of what?"

"Scary."

Erestor frowned, "Orophin? Lindir, did he do something to you that I did not see? I would not have you afraid in your own house."

Lindir was quick to reassure Erestor, "No, no, he did not do anything to me. He is just...big and intense...and hard."

Erestor nodded solemnly, "Hard? Obviously, you made a better first impression than you give yourself credit for."

Lindir sat still for a moment then blushed to the roots of his hair, "Erestor!"

The raven hair elf laughed at the amount of embarrassed outrage Lindir managed to put into his name.

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I. indolent (in'do-lent) a.: lazy

Orophin+Haldir+Rumil

"Why do you laze about like indolent bums instead of going out to greet the day? You missed breakfast in the Great Hall."

Orophin and Rumil favored their brother with a disgusted look from their positions on Rumil's bed. "We are not lazy. We are depressed."

"Without hope."

"Hopeless."

"Confused."

"Terrified."

"Ashamed."

Haldir broke the chain, "In love." He looked at his stricken brothers and raised his eyebrow at Orophin. "What paragon of virtue has stolen your heart?"

Orophin sighed, "Lindir."

"The minstrel? The one with the mismatched eyes and the colorless hair?"

Orophin frowned, "Do not disparage him so. He is beautiful and his hair is white. I know it has been a while since we were elflings, but the last time I checked white was still a color."

Haldir smiled, "Forgive me for insulting your pixie. He is a bit different from the types you usually go for. I mean before now you have not looked twice at any male that was shorter than 6 feet. Lindir is at most 5 feet and an inch."

Rumil piped up, "Our poor brother has been bewitched by that exotic kitten. I fear for him."

"And what about you, Rumil? You can not even begin to make your move on Elrohir because Elladan is always lurking around making sure you don't get too close."

Rumil threw his pillow at Orophin, bouncing it off of his head. Orophi retaliated and Haldir stepped in quickly to stop it from becoming an all out war.

"Stop, the both of you. Look at you behaving as young boys instead of hardened warriors. What would our Lord and Lady say if they could see this behavior?"

Orophin and Rumil turned to their older brother, "We would not know because whenever you are with us, they can not seem to take their eyes off of you long enough to notice our behavior."

Haldir groaned, "Do not start! I am warning you!"

Rumil continued on, "Oh, Haldir...if you do not have anything planned for this evening, perhaps you can stop by the royal talan and we can discuss my visions."

Orophin picked up where Rumil left off, pretending to be Galadriel, "Yes, I see it clearly now...you are naked and so is Celeborn. You are both seeing to my every pleasure. So I have seen it, it must come to pass...or surely, the world shall pass."

Haldir bounced his own pillow off of Orophin's head.

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H. harlequin (har'le-quin) n.: clown; traditional clown dressed in motley

Elrond/Glorfindel, Erestor

Elrond stroked the blond head nestled into his shoulder, "It can not be as bad as you claim it to be. Surely, you exaggerate the situation."

A muffled whine met these words, "You say that because you don't see how he treats me when you are not around. Ask anyone and they will tell you that he detests me. He treats me as if I were dirt beneath his precious feet."

Elrond smiled, "Maybe he would not take you to task so harshly if you did not behave so outlandishly in his presence. You know that Erestor is not one to look favorably upon what he perceives as foolishness. I do not understand it either. Why do you go out of your way to act the harlequin when he is around. You know it annoys him."

Glorfindel was silent and still for a moment, "Because if Erestor is not berating me, he is ignoring me...and that I can not take."

Elrond stroked his hand over the silky hair once more, "I worry, Glorfindel."

"Why is that, my Lord?" Sleepy now.

"Why do you want to invite someone into your bed who by all accounts, even yours, detests you?

The warrior snuggled closer, eyes glazing over slightly with impending sleep, "Be...cause you love him...I love him."

Elrond pressed a kiss to the top of his head, "But will he grow to love you and me?"

A mumble, "Of course...we're easy to ...love..."

"Yes, yes, you are."

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G. grandiloquence (gran'dil'o-quence) n.: pompous language

Lindir/Orophin

"Umph!"

"Oh! I am sorry! Please, excuse me." Orophin reached down to help the poor elf he had ran over regain his footing. A small, slim hand was placed warily into his and he pulled the elf to his feet. "Please," he began to apologize once more, "forgive me."

A tiny upturned nose appeared out of a wild mass of hair...then peculiar looking eyes, "I am alright. There is no need to plead so." A dimple made an appearance, "I will not tell Lord Elrond that you attempted to trample his minstrel underfoot."

"I-" Orophin began smiling, then stopped suddenly, frowning. The small elf he had knocked down immediately lost his smile also. Orophin started over, "I have never seen an elf with white hair before." The small elf's hands flew to his head instinctively trying to protect his hair from Orophin's inquisitive gaze. A futile effort as the hair continued to wave freely down his back. Orophin edged closer, "Or eyes quite that color." The small hands moved to cover the heavily lashed eyes. Orophin pulled at the tiny wrists, "There is no need for all of that. It seems I must apologize once more. I did not mean to stare so or put you ill at ease. You look...okay...even with your...odd...coloring."

Lindir pulled away from the loose grasp the archer had on his arms and backed away slowly with his hands still covering his eyes. Once he judged himself an adequate distance away from the blonde, he turned and ran down the hall. Orophin stood there with a bemused expression on his face until a velvety voice reached him.

"Orophin of the Golden Wood. Well do I know that you are not give to grandiloquence, but when one has insulted the appearance of another, you must do better than to tell them they look `okay' if rather `odd'."

Orophin turned to face Erestor, disgruntled, "And I suppose that you could have done so much better, Master Erestor?"

Erestor smiled showing perfectly white but somewhat alarmingly sharp teeth, "Of course, I could have. Lindir is shy and very much distressed by his unusual features because they attract often unwanted attention. I would have told him there was no need to hide behind his hands, lovely as they might be, not when one is blessed with hair that shimmers in the light like the finest gossamer threads...and eyes that can enrapture and tempt an elf toward actions most unwise. And then, my fair tree dweller, I would have taken one of those dainty hands," Erestor moved forward to lift one of Orophin's hands, "and kissed it softly," he brushed a kiss across the warm surface, "and begged forgiveness" he bowed slightly over the still captured hand, "for causing distress to his entrancing person." Erestor looked up into wide silver eyes, "That is what I would have done." He stepped back, releasing the archer's hand, "Of course, I would have never been so uncouth in the first place. Good day."

Orophin watched him stride off.

"I would have paid good money to be in your shoes."

Orophin started at the sound of Glorfindel's voice. It seemed today was his day to be spied upon.

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F. fractious (frac' tious) a: cross, irritable

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"My Lord Elrond, there seems to be a fractious air around your sweet Valley this eve."

Elrond looked down the table of from his seat and took in the varying expressions of ire and increasing puzzlement. "It would seem you are quite correct, Erestor." They both observed the deepening mutinous expression on Elladan's face as his brother continued to laugh and talk with Rumil and Orophin. Haldir was deep in conversation with Glorfindel, yet his eyes flicked somewhat nervously from his brothers, the twins and most surprisingly Elrond and Erestor.

"There is mischief afoot, my Lord."

Glorfindel raised his eyes at that moment to gaze across the table at Erestor. Erestor snarled silently at the Seneschal and Glorfindel smiled back at him. Elrond watched the interplay silently.

"It would seem that there is also more animosity than usual between my right and left hands."

Erestor shifted slightly in his chair to the right of Elrond, "There is a saying that one must always watch out for the left hand because that is the hand that performs the sleight while the right distracts the eye."

Elrond raised an eyebrow and leaned over to whisper in Erestor's pointed ear, "Do not fear sweet Counselor. I know very well what both of my hands have been up to. And while the left has been bit naughty of late, he does not act without direction or out of his bounds." Elrond leaned back and when Erestor looked once more in Glorfindel's direction he met knowing blue eyes and a complacent smirk.

"Elladan is positively livid. I believed that he had gotten over his irrational jealousy towards Elrohir's friends years ago."

Haldir looked at Elladan, "It appears he has had a relapse, my Lord. Do you want me to have a talk with Orophin and Rumil?"

"No, Elrohir is old enough to choose his own friends and fight his own battles. Elladan will always try to control him if he does not stand up for himself."

Haldir made a soft, noncommittal noise. "I do not suppose you have talked to Master Erestor since the last time we talked."

Glorfindel sighed, "No, sadly not. He has been very sure not to be caught alone in a room with me since then. He believes that he will be able to hide behind Elrond's robes but he is wrong. So very wrong."

Haldir raised an eyebrow, "So Lord Elrond approves then? Or do you have an open relationship?"

Glorfindel looked the other blond in the eye, "When you go to Celeborn, do you go to him alone or do you visit the Lady also?"

Haldir blushed a fiery red, "I...go to them both."

"And does Galadriel suffer your presence for the sake of her Lord or does she revel in your delight and his?"

Haldir nodded with understanding, "So you both would have a third and you have chosen Erestor." He was silent for a moment, "You both have your work cut out for you."

Glorfindel laughed, "I have always loved a challenge."

Haldir nodded again, "Yes, that is what Celeborn said also. I almost feel sorry for Erestor."

Glorfindel was oddly solemn, "No, it will not be Erestor who will suffer in this relationship."

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E. exculpate (ex'cul-pate') vt.: absolve, vindicate, clear of guilt

Elrohir/Elladan

"Elrohir."

"No. Go away. I do not feel like talking to you right now."

"Are you never going to talk to me again. Your own brother?"

"You were not so quick to remind me of our kinship earlier."

Silence.

"Is that what this is about? What would you have me say, Elrohir?"

"I would have you say you are sorry...that...that you were in the wrong. That such a thing will never happen again!"

"You want me to exculpate you? Is that it? You want to be cleared of all guilt and responsibility for what took place. Fine. It was all my fault. Now will you talk to me?"

Elrohir whirled around to face his irate brother, "You will not apologize to me? After what you did to me?"

Elladan stalked closer, crowding his brother against the wall, "After what I did to you? I have done nothing, nothing to you, Elrohir." He leaned forward until they were eye to eye, "That incident, as you call it, was nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I have wanted to bend you over that desk Ada bought you and fuck you senseless for years. I have dreamed of sucking you off before our majority. Every day you live and breath in this house with me, I have to restrain myself from taking what I should not have. If anything you should be thanking me for exercising self control in the face of opportunity, in the face of your weakness. Because I could have taken you, Elrohir and I would not have regretted it for one moment. No, I will not apologize to you, little brother. Not at all." Elladan stepped back and turned to stride off down the hall anger evident in every step.

When Rumil rounded the corner several minutes later, Elrohir was still against the wall staring after his brother.

"Lord Elrohir?"

Elrohir blinked wide gray eyes and shook his head, "Rumil, my dear friend." He stepped away from the wall, "What has kept you so busy that you did not seek to find me until this moment."

Rumil blushed slightly, "Forgive me, Elrohir...there has been much on my mind."

Elrohir took the archer's arm, looping it through his, "Yes, I know the feeling." The two walked off down the hall at a much more casual pace than Elladan had earlier.

Tomorrow the Letter F.