“Please do not cry, ‘Roh,” Elladan begged helplessly. “I did not mean it...please...”
“You promised,” Elrohir sobbed, the glare he turned on his brother full of hurt and confusion. “You swore I would always be first. Always.” There was a pause as the younger twin bit his own lip viciously, struggling to hold back a fresh spate of tears. “But you chose her, ‘Dan. You chose her.”
Elladan looked back to the garden and the gathered elflings, his mournful gaze focusing on Arwen’s triumphant face before returning to the now-empty bowl in his own hands.
“But she had strawberries, ‘Roh!”
