Pride

Why wouldn't it hit the target? That had to be the hundredth time today he had missed. Elrohir glanced around. There were plenty of other Elves around. He opened his mouth to ask an elf only a few feet away what he might be doing wrong. But he swiftly shut it again. His pride couldn't handle the idea of asking someone for help on a task he should know how to do. So he took up his bow again and shot. And missed.

Greed

Elladan turned away from the window, after watching his brother dismally failing at archery. He casually wondered if he should go and get Elrohir. The thought left him as he caught sight of the dainty cake on the table. Half for him, half for Elrohir. That had been what Celebrían had said. But how would she find out? Besides, the cake was very small… So he ate it. Alone.

Lust

Celebrían wondered if the twins had received her gift. She hoped they wouldn't come looking for her to thank her before dinner. That was the private time Elrond had set apart for the two of them. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she undressed, waiting impatiently for her lover, lust rushing though her veins.

Sloth

Glorfindel had slept in late, as he had stayed up late, talking to Elrond. They had been securing Elrond's plans for this evening. He had then enjoyed lunch, before going for a gallop on his horse Lothron. It was dark outside when he got back. He opened the door to his office, planning to depose of his cloak before supper, when he caught sight of his desk over flowing with paperwork. All of which needed to be done in half an hour.

Wrath

Half an hour ago Elrond had been the happiest elf in Arda. Now he was the angriest. He glared at Glorfindel for what had to be the hundredth time. Why couldn't he have finished this when Elrond told him to?!

Gluttony

Lindir was absolutely starving. He hadn't worked overly hard that day, nor had he skipped any meals, as he usually did. So there was no really reason that he ate so much. That said; the food was extra delicious that night. The fish melting in his mouth, the potatoes soft, light and fluffy, and the peas, firm but not too hard. And then there was the pudding. Strawberry meringue nests with double cream. So he didn't really blame himself for having third helpings of everything.

Envy

'How does he do it?' Erestor asked himself, enviously watching Lindir bolt down his food, not a trace of flab on him. 'And he can sing and dance, and he is so fair. It's not fair!'