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Elrond

Throwing insults was a good way to distract the enemy.

"Your son befriended a dwarf!" He taunted.

"Your daughter married a mortal," Thranduil retorted.

"Your son stayed in Arda because of his mortal friends!"

"Your sons stayed in Arda solely to get rid of you!"

"Says the King who always claimed he would never leave Arda to join his brethren across the Sea!"

"Says the buffoon who was reluctant to come to Aman because he would have to meet his parents!"

"Your swings are as weak as that of a new born babe!"

Celebrían sighed as she sat beside Oropher. Thranduil's father seemed just as weary as she was.

"How long have they been like this?" Celebrían asked. She set a glass of cool cider before Oropher. The Elf smiled in gratitude before turning his attention to the two squabbling Elves. Their insults were much louder than the clang of their swords.

"Since morning," Oropher answered dryly. He sipped from his glass.

"I do not understand why they are like this," Celebrían remarked, cradling her own glass in her hand. Oropher shrugged.

"Life in Aman is dreary for them."


Author's Note:

Seriously? Going to peaceful land with nothing to do until forever must have been maddening for two Elves who always had Orcs and other nasties pawing their borders!