The morning light made Imladris look as though it was bathed in a blue light, giving it an unearthly appearance.
Elrohir stood against the wall in the main courtyard, sharpening a knife and waiting for the rest of the party to arrive.
Elladan came down the steps with a freshly replenshed quiver.
"Good morning, dear brother," said Elrohir. Did you sleep well after getting the beating of your dancing life last night?"
Elladan smiled. "I slept very well, considering that I was the one doing the beating."
Thier bickering lasted until nearly the entire group had assembled.
Then, one of the other elves, Owacyn, approached them.
"Elladan...I really think this could go wrong..." he said nervously.
Both the twins smiled, and Elladan said, "Already, Owacyn? By the stars, you're speeding up with age."
Owacyn sighed, and said: "I know, but there's something that just doesn't feel right...we have no clue how many orcs there are or anything..."
"Elladan's right, Owacyn," Elrohir interrupted, laughing consolingly, "You really are getting faster to see the bad in situations." he continued: "We may not have our father's foresight, but we can see when we have a strong company."
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