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Glorfindel pauses at the edge of the porch, staring up at the fading stars joyously, reveling in their song. A week is entirely too long to be away, though he does not regret the reasons that held him away for so long. Off in the forest, the birds launch into full riotous song, filling the air as the Sun finally makes her appearance over the encircling ring of cliffs. Fresh morning light glints off the snow, the icy tree branches just beginning to bud, the roofs of the halls further down into the valley.

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Elrohir roars with laughter as Glorfindel just stares at his cousin, stunned. A few of the dwarves look over to see what has those flighty elves in such an uproar this time, while the laughter spreads, the sharp hearing of elves being put to more entertaining use than it has in ages past.

"Well, why would you two need to be alone to cause trouble? The only trouble I know of involving two people alone tends to involve beds and... such," she says as she sips her juice.

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.

She tilts her head.

"I have been trying to marry you off for how long now? If you had found someone here, I would have been very pleased." Nerdanel looks at Elrohir. "Will he be all right?"

Nerdanel earns a raised eyebrow. Have you forgotten I have a wife and child to look foward to, cousin? In answer to her question, he picks up one of the rolls and hurls it, full-strength, at the howling Peredhil. Without even looking the younger elf reaches out a hand to snatch it out of the air.

"He will be fine. His brother will be deeply disappointed to have missed the fun, but that is the only worry."

You have not met her yet. A little fun would have done you good.

She smiles at him, delicately cutting her meat and eating a few bites.

"What shall we do while I am here, cous--pen vell?" she asks, correcting herself almost immediately.

Luckily, Elrohir is still recovering, and does not catch the slip. If one of the green elves has, they certainly will not speak of it.

Not openly, at least.

"That depends entirely on you, and what you feel up to doing, dearheart. There is quite a lot of land to explore, besides all of the stables, the forge, the artisan's quarter, the libraries, my Lady's garden..." Elrohir perks up a bit, at that.
"Her snowdrops began blooming today."

"Snowdrops?" she asks. The name of the plant is not known to her. "I would like to walk in the gardens, I think. And then the libraries? After that, I am sure I will need to rest."

"That sounds like an excellent plan." Glorfindel approves, while Elrohir smiles.
"Snowdrops are the first flowers to bloom here in the valley, when spring begins - nana used to make such a fuss over them." He explains, able to smile now at memories of Celebrian.

"They sound beautiful."

She turns to Glorfindel.

"You will show me?" she asks with a bright smile.

"I will indeed." He agrres. "Once you have finished your breakfast, I would not have you say I starved you here."

"Feaho would not permit me to forget him," she says with a vibrant laugh, turning back to her meal.

Elrohir pushes away from the table, and rises.
"And now I must go inform my brother of how much he has missed." He announces gaily, and after bowing to Nerdanel and dodging Glorfindel's lazy swat he strolls out of the hall, singing. Glorfindel lounges, waiting patiently for Nerdanel, watching the crowd as he does.

He is just as handsome as his twin.

She smirks as she eats her meal.

Perhaps I should attempt to seduce your charges?

An attempt you might make. He allows, with amusement. But so has every other maid in the valley, and still they prefer their sorrow-fueled hunt. Perhaps if you succeed, they will make their choice and sail at last.

"They would not desire a watermelon anyway," she says with a quiet sigh.

Glorfindel frowns, and moves to crouch beside her chair.
"Nerdanel, cousin, look at me." It's a tone of voice he doesn't use very often anymore, one of command, though gentled now.

She does, force of habit. He is older than her, though not by much, and she has always looked to him.

"Yes?" she says in a meek and quiet voice, very much unlike herself.

Seeing he has her attention, he gives her a singularly sweet smile.
"Cousin mine, you have lived among your edain and uncanny Valar and creatures from other worlds for entirely too long. Have you forgotten? It is not this outward raiment that attracts, but the warmth of the inner fire. And you, dearheart, burn as bright as ever."

She smiles shyly at him.

"Cousin, I have been a wife once over. Now I bear another's child that is no husband to me. What Elf would have me?" She waves her hand. "Not that it matters. I am overly emotional. Forgive me."

"There is naught to forgive, but you have mine all the same, if it pleases you." He re-takes his seat, and waves a hand at her breakfast. "But your food grows chill, and it would break the hearts of those in the kitchens if I were to have the plates sent back ere they are empty."

She smiles again, the stormclouds banished from her gaze, and she dives into the meal, eating with a hearty appetite.

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