They really were hopeless fools, Elrohir decided, watching his brother and Legolas cast furtive glances at one another at table. He was tired of the unease between them, of one leaving a room as the other entered, and the stony silences that accompanied mealtimes. More than one appetite had been ruined.
It was enough to make Elrohir regret Legolas' visit.
As Celairwen had bluntly put it last night, they needed to "stop this nonsense and bed each other." And since they were too stubborn, he and his wife would have to do something.
That was all there was to it.