Betrothal To An Elf
Part 23
Posted: September 28, 2007
Title: Betrothal To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë
Summary: Elladan has difficulty in believing.
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“We will need to return soon, tôren.”
Elladan turned and looked at his younger twin before nodding. “You are right. We need to speak to Adar.” He watched as Elrohir shifted slightly, and his eyes narrowed. “You have already spoken to him,” he accused.
Elrohir shook his head. “Not Adar – Erestor.”
“You spoke to *Erestor*?” Elladan asked disbelievingly.
“Aye, I did.” Noting the look of annoyance on his brother’s face, Elrohir rushed on, “I have always felt comfortable speaking to him, Elladan, and I *needed* to speak to someone!”
“Always the epitome of restraint,” the elder twin mocked. “Did you not think that our father was probably the more appropriate person to speak to? Not to mention that Erestor obviously has his own issues to deal with. Yet you chose to burden him with something that is not his concern!”
“I think he already guessed,” Elrohir said quietly.
“What?”
“I know that I overhead what our grandmother said to Adar, but I do not think that our father would have kept what he told her to himself. He would have at least told both Erestor and Glorfindel, of that I am certain.”
“Certain or not, you should still have spoken to Adar first. *We* should be speaking to him first.” Elladan turned away from his brother, frustration on his face.
“Do you accept that we are more than likely to be soul-mates?” Elrohir asked.
Elladan stared out the window, his gaze focussed on the south-facing fence that bordered the little hut. When he turned to face his brother once more, his face was devoid of any expression. “I do not know what to think,” he admitted. “On the one hand, what you told me makes sense; on the other, though, I find the notion a little…far-fetched.”
“Far-fetched?”
The elder Peredhel shrugged. “Would you prefer the word ‘preposterous’?” he asked mildly.
“You are not taking this seriously,” Elrohir said, annoyed at his twin’s attitude.
Elladan raised an eyebrow. “I am not?” he queried. “Forgive me if I insult you, *tôren*, but I do not feel these ‘feelings’ as you seem to. So, yes, I have my doubts.”
Elrohir did not miss the emphasis Elladan had placed on ‘tôren’. “In other words, you are skeptical, but I do not think it will be for long. Soon, you will feel what I am feeling, and then you will understand.” Elrohir rose from his chair.
“Do not expect that understanding to come too soon,” Elladan said dryly. “Mayhap we should return today; the sooner we can sort this mess out with Adar, the better.”
“Mess?” Elrohir’s gaze was piercing. “I do not think it a ‘mess’, Elladan. Though, if it becomes one, it will be of your doing.”
“You can not expect me to just accept everything you have told me as fact!”
Elrohir sighed. “No, I suppose I can not. Very well, if you wish to return today, then let us begin our journey now.”
In silence the twins began packing their belongings, each of them lost in their own thoughts.
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Elvish translations:
Adar – father
tôren – my brother
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