His throat aching, his eyes bright with unshed tears, Legolas watched Elladan walk away from the festivities, an elleth on his arm. He barely registered the murmured ribaldry that followed in their wake. Pain, sharp and bitter, rose up within him, threatening to suffocate, while anger churned in his belly at such betrayal.
Elladan would not . . .
Unable to bear the hurt a moment longer, Legolas turned to leave. A touch on his arm stayed him, and he paused and turned to see Elrohir, concern and understanding in his gray eyes.
"Forgive my addle-brained brother. He doesn't know."