An Audience With The King RPG

[Belin]

*****Rivendell*****

Elladan, in spite of his surprisingly irritable mood, grinned slightly to himself at the care that Elrohir took to make sure he was seen. He would never have had to turn his head to know his brother was there, or even to know that the expression on his face was the unreadably grave one that he used whenever he was particularly concerned about something, but it was extremely polite of him. Elladan was mollified.

"Oh, most of my thoughts are worth much less than a penny, selfish, petty things that they are, but my thanks for your offer," he answered. "I only have one to make up for it. Do you think it's too late at night to wake an old hobbit? I have some questions that I don't think an elf can answer."

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Mr. Bilbo Baggins, though (or perhaps because) he slept through most of the day, was often restless at night when the moon is shining. The elves paused for a moment outside the door, listening to catch a faint cadenced mumble coming from his room.

"Should we interrupt him?" whispered Elrohir. "I think he's writing."

Elladan looked thoughtful. He tapped on the door, lightly enough that the old hobbit could quite politely pretend not to hear it if he chose.