The hurdles of the gifts
The gifts were still an unsolved mystery for Elrond. He had been holed up in his study for hours now, brooding over it. In the meantime he had taken up his harp and played a little on it, which loosened his thoughts.
His little daughter was very enthusiastic about handicrafts. Perhaps he should think in that direction. And his sons? They were grown up by now, so it should be something appropriate to that.
The swords of Amrod and Amras, the swords he and his brother had worn. Would that not be a truly appropriate gift for Elladan and Elrohir?
They were ready for it.