“I see shapes of Men and of horses…”
“Where? I see nothing but trees and rabbits and...oh, look, ‘Roh! A stag!”
Elrohir followed his brother’s pointing finger, then shook his head. “’Tis no stag, ‘Dan,” he said dismissively. “A goat, mayhap.”
Elladan rolled his eyes in disdain. “Really, tôren, how do you expect to become a great hunter if you cannot even tell a stag from a goat?”
When his twin did not deign to answer, he relented slightly. “Where are these fine horses, then?”
“There,” Elrohir replied sullenly, pointing to a massive cloud in the distance. “Men and horses.”
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