[Ransom]

Alas, Elrohir’s normally efficient tracking skills failed him. Elladan appeared to be lost in a maze of management, or slacking off in the woods. Either way, Elrohir decided that, for the moment, his time would be better-spent thinking and packing for the trip.

He returned to his room and began to pack for the trip. This did not take very long, for someone had taken the time to clean his messy room. He briefly contemplated swearing vengeance on the soul who had moved his scrolls before pulling out his traveling bags.

In the space of a few hours, Elrohir had assembled a meager pile of clothing. Before his sister had been married, she had always berated him for his narrow views clothing. Elrohir believed that clothing should be chosen for its usefulness, not it’s looks. He could still hear his sister’s scolding before her wedding. Of course the color matters! No brother of mine is going to a wedding dressed in black!

Arwen would have to suffer through his black and gray clothing. He opened the bag, methodologically placing his clothing in orderly piles. His mind began to wander through the dusty libraries of his past before being jerked back into the present by someone knocking on the door. He pondered the identity of his guest before moving to open the door.