Gently, Elrohir shut the door behind him, suddenly sadly aware of the boy's warmth absent from his shoulder. From his lips, a soft sigh fell. Both twins looked to the other with knowing, comforting eyes. Neither finding words to speak, they descended from the stairs out towards their room soundlessly.
At the foot of the stairs, they were greeted by a surprise. "He is asleep then," the Lord of Imladris spoke quietly.
Elladan nodded, the solemn look still written into his features.
Peacefully, for now," Elrohir added.
Elrond took the news with a somber smile. "Good… He deserves rest… for the time will come when such blissfulness will not be for Aragorn…" Such is the tragic fate of his blood… Idh, estel o edian…1
1Idh, estel o edian. S. Rest, hope of Men.