Elrohir is curled up in his chair, holding his ribs as he is set off again. Glorfindel shakes his head.
"I did not say we were alone, I just said we did not involve the rest of the house. Meaning our pranks were turned against each other, and none other. Such a filthy mind you have, pen vain." He sighs, though secretly he wishes he could see the look on Erestor's face when news of this reaches him.