THERE’S NO SHAME IN A CONFESSION SUCH AS THIS, BESTOWED UPON HIS OWN BROTHER, considering millennia had passed ever since, all was but MEMORY of times which shan’t return. thranduil’s prompted MOTIONLESSNESS failed to run past the elder’s perception, tickled unspoken curiosity whether he TRULY was filled with surprise or might soon mark celethuil a LIAR trying to flatter him. keen senses captured SUBTLE amusement, the older twin’s OWN only fueled by query that anew cut the air.
❝ how could i not remember ? ❞ audible delight carried forth his counterquestion, a LAUGH far from halfhearted and so seldom filling the NORTH’S vast halls. ❝ his expression… i still have it in front of me. had we not been the sons of oropher, certainly he would have returned the favor.❞ at least nothing WORSE had occured. the quiet waited merely seconds ere it CLAIMED celethuil again, thoughtful his gaze as it darted in the direction from WHENCE noises still reached for hearing.
❝ so is it barely us our children inherited their skill from. have you come to prefer swords as well, or did daggers suffice ? ❞ the idea of a challenge FLOATED through his mind just when he’d finished his question; an OFFER likely to be made later.
Happy memories of their childhood were comforting. A sure way to make him forget the horrors of the past and the present and the uncertainty of the future. With one braid finished, he moved on to the next, intending to have both thin enough to be subtle. While not forbidden, it was rare for elven lords to use braids meant for princes and princesses. Another shout, this time from Tauriel, had him look towards the door again, half expecting the elflings to come rushing in with a flurry of words about how they saw something strange or Legolas tried stealing Tauriel’s favorite bow. When neither child came, he lowered his gaze to what he was doing, and he was halfway done before he spoke.
“And I suppose that was the case. Adar was cross with me for
days.”
To other elves, he may have seemed like a bumbling idiot, especially when compared to his older twin. He was the one who wanted to travel Middle Earth instead of focusing on his training and who spent more time reading than practicing his skills. Eventually, he decided that nothing, not even his personal desires, was more important than protecting their people.
“A bit of both. I can do more than enough damage using either.
Why do you ask?”
There were times when he used two swords, but most of the time, he used one. Daggers were reserved for those rare moments when he was disarmed of his sword, and the bow and arrow was a last resort. So far, there was no need for him to use the latter. Thranduil tied the ends of the braid in place, setting it down so it blended well with his brother’s fair hair.
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