Drabble 38: Cold
"Elladan?"
Elladan lifted his head briefly in acknowledgment of his twin as he sat before the fireplace.
"I am cold."
He smiled gently at Elrohir, stoking up the dying flames. "You will not be for long."
"I would prefer not to be at all," the younger twin said childishly, huddling into the pillows. He watched through tired eyes as Elladan rose to his feet, the renewed fire flickering on the shadows of the wall behind him.
"Can you feel the warmth now?" Elladan asked gently, sitting by the bed and tucking the blankets higher about his brother. Elrohir nodded, eyes drooping as the subtle warmth stole over him. His brother's hand rested lightly on his shoulder, and he turned a little, easing the lingering pain in his leg.
Elladan bent and pressed his lips to Elrohir's forehead, smiling as his twin drifted into a light doze. "Sleep then, brother," he whispered softly. "I will be here when you wake."
