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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.