I have no idea.
Elrohir lay sprawled at the end of his bed. His head was propped up on his little arms and his bare feet rhythmically kicked the pillows in perfect time to an unheard melody playing in Elrohir's head. His grey eyes silently watched their small dog, Pudgy, sleeping in a corner. Elrohir's ebony locks cascaded wildly about his shoulders. Elladan was sitting on the floor near his own bed etching his name into the wood floor with a knife he had found in an unsuspecting elf's bag. The only noises were the sounds of Elladan's etching and Pudgy's snoring. Such pseudo-silence continued unhindered for a few moments until Elrohir broke it.
"Why don't elves have tails?" The young elf questioned to no one in particular.
Elladan looked up from his work and glanced at his twin, who remained transfixed by the dog, then at the dog itself. Pudgy did have quite an interesting tail. It was short, curly, thick, and reminded Elladan of a pastry for some reason.
"I don't know," he confessed.
Elrohir continued staring at the dog for a while then hastily rolled off the bed and onto his feet. "I'm gonna go ask Ada!"
With that, he bounded from the room. Elladan gave Pudgy and his tail one last look then returned to his carving. His brother was so weird.
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