"Run, ’Dan, run!
The urging words floated back on a lilt of laughter, and though Elladan would have sworn he was running and could run no faster, he found himself moving more swiftly, slipping up beside his breathless twin.
"Almost there," Elrohir panted, reaching out to grab his brother’s arm, dragging him into the copse of trees beside the river just as their pursuers topped the hill behind. Under the shadow of bushes leaning out over the water they halted and drew breath
The elder twin collapsed into a boneless heap, his mirth tempered by the fact that his lungs were near to bursting, his heart pounding in his chest. "We have gone too far this time, ‘Roh," Elladan gasped. "He will have us in the stable for a century, with Ada’s blessing."
"Shhh!" the elf-knight warned. "Here they come!"
Voices floated down on the breeze as the searchers neared.
"’Tis only juice! Besides, how can you be sure the gwanûn are to blame?"
The question was teasing, laughter bubbling just below the surface.
Glorfindel arched one elegant eyebrow, the effect somehow diminished by the deep blue-purple streaks that stained his fabled golden hair.
"And who do you suspect, Counselor?"
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