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Elrond

He caught the stolen glances between his foster-son and his daughter. He also caught the small smiles and breathless laughter between the pair whenever they spoke to each other.

They were smitten, a part of him thought humorously. The other part felt wary and secretive.

"I know you do not approve, but there is little that will keep those two apart," his son murmured as he came up behind him unannounced. Elrond glanced over his shoulder. It was Elrohir, the elder of the two brothers.

"I never said I disapprove." Elrond corrected mildly. "I merely said there is little between them that will result in a happy marriage."

Elrohir laughed softly.

"In fewer words, it means that you do not approve." Elrohir finished. "I do not think you have reason to worry. Their love will be more than enough for the short time they have. I know it."

With that, Elrohir departed and left his father to his thoughts.