This was written for IeniraShur'tugal, since she suggested more with Eluréd and Elurín. But as 600 words is too few, I'll be writing more about them!
A hooded elf called Aranir rode into Rivendell. Confidently finding the stables, he settled his horse and began to wander until he came upon a library. The shelves stretched almost to the ceiling, creating a narrow maze that was less constricting than cozy. Aranir pulled a thick, dusty history book from its place and settled comfortably on the floor to read.
The Lord of Rivendell called Elrond sighed as he strode from the maps room. Sauron's forces had been shifting lately and he didn't like it. To relax, he headed to the library. It was enormous, and full of wonderful old books.
Bothe elves had a liking for history, it seemed, and they met: an elf and his uncle. Elrond cleared his throat for the apparently oblivious elf. "Hello, traveller. I am Elrond Peredhel." He jumped to his feet, pulling back his hood, and bowed, careful to put not strain on the book's binding.
"I am called- Aranir." Their eyes met. Both thought reflexively of their twins. The four shared an uncanny resemblance. And now that "Aranir" thought of it, he realized that this elf looked like Elwing.
"Do I know you, Lord of Tears?" Aranir had opened his mouth, about to ask the same question.
"I know not, Half-elven. But perhaps I know you. There are only so many unions between the Edain and the Quendi."
Years later, Elrond would wonder about the quiet elf, who bolted as soon as he had left the library. Gone as abruptly as he had come.
Thank you to nyx, who is a very faithful reviewer(I'm being redundant, aren't I?), as well as IeniraShur'tugal for reviewing too. Yuki Suou reviewed twice(!) and followed. Hooray! P.S. I'll change the inaccuracy with Galadriel, and thanks for pointing it out.
