Betrothal To An Elf
Part 6
Posted: August 10, 2007
Title: Betrothal To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë
Summary: Elladan and Elrohir talk.
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“Is there are reason why you are trying to peer over my shoulder, Elladan?”
“Just curious, that is all, tôren.”
“Keep your curiosity to yourself, then.”
Elrohir was sitting on a knoll at the edge of a field that was covered in clover. His journal was resting on his knee, the quill acting as a bookmark where he had hastily closed it from his brother’s prying eyes.
“What has happened between you and Lothvaen?”
“A difference of opinion,” Elrohir replied shortly.
Elladan snorted. “Forgive me, tôren, but I think it is just more than a ‘difference in opinion’. Do you not care for him?”
“Mayhap the question you should have asked is whether I love him.”
The elder Peredhel twin stared at his brother in surprise. “Ah, so that is the way the wind blows,” he finally said.
“Not for me – at least I think not.”
“In other words, Lothvaen loves you, but you do not think you love him.”
Elrohir nodded. “I suspect your sympathies lie with Lothvaen; this situation is remarkably similar to that between yourself and Orophin.”
“My sympathies lie with neither of you. There may be similarities, but that is where they end. You have always been cautious with your heart, Elrohir. I am not going to judge you because of this.”
“Thank you,” Elrohir said gratefully. “I *do* care for Lothvaen, and have never had the desire to hurt him. Yet I have. I want to say or do something, but at the same time I do not want him to misconstrue my actions.”
Instead of replying, Elladan stared at the woods in the distance for a while, before turning back to his brother.
“What do you think of Legolas courting Lindir?” he asked.
Elrohir sighed. “I confess to feeling a little envious. Their relationship seems so straightforward, so uncomplicated. There is none of the drama that exists between Erestor and Glorfindel, or the one-sidedness that is between me and Lothvaen. Why can not everything be that simple?”
“Because then it would be *too* simple, tôren.” Elladan laid an arm companionably on his brother’s shoulder. “If there were a school for love, then I think Legolas and Lindir would graduate with honours.”
The younger Peredhel looked at his brother with a mixture of affection and exasperation. “You really do say the oddest things, tôren.”
Elladan just grinned.
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Elvish translations:
Peredhel – half elf
tôren – my brother
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