Prologue
The atmosphere is the private chamber of the royal pair of Gondor was definitely charged that afternoon
The atmosphere is the private chamber of the royal pair of Gondor was definitely charged that afternoon. The eyes of both Aragorn and Arwen was pointed at Elrohir, although while Arwen was looking at her brother with a mixture of disbelief and reproof, Aragorn's expression was disapproval mixed with something like gloomy satisfaction. There clearly was a man who had anticipated the worst from the very beginning and was not disappointed. Elladan stood with his back to the room looking over the window, apparently not interested in the conversation, although his occasional glances might indicate otherwise.
'Elrohir, how could you?!'
'Arwen, my dearest sister, for the sake of everything that's holy, don't you start as well,' Elrohir interrupted her. 'I have already had an earful from Estel here, Legolas and Elladan, albeit not exactly in that order. And believe me, Legolas in a role of enraged patriarch may be surreal, but none less frightening for it.'
Arwen sighted.
'Please, Elrohir, this is a serious matter. Didn't you realize that you can't play with dwarf's affections in this way?'
'No, that's what I'm trying to say from the very beginning. I didn't realize,' said Elrohir . 'What did I know about dwarves? That they are short, have long beards, mine underground, and don't like Elves much. Nobody told me that it's not by choice they can love only once. And nobody told me how... engaging they can be.'
'I must say that that's the only thing which still puzzles me in this affair,' Aragorn filled the poignant silence. '' I for one am fully aware of your... habits in the matters of love but what on earth made you take interest in a dwarf? Only a couple of weeks ago you were totally convinced that Legolas had lost his mind!''
