Chapter Summary: Arwen's brothers and their teacher make plans to be as mischeveious as they possibly can.

The next morning dawned upon weary revelers. The celebration had lasted quite a long time, and allowed very little sleep. In a guest room lay the Lady Undomiel's brothers, who were a still little drunk and not at all tired. They thrived on feasts and late nights, and had talked with each other until the sun kissed their fair skin. It was then that their long-time tutor joined them in their conversation.

"Brother, I must say that I shall have much delight in my stay here in Minas Tirith. These silly women in Estel's court are quite easily confounded. I must confess, however, they are too innocent and need educating."

"Yes, their traditions force them to be meek and manageable. Perhaps Arwen will need our help instilling our culture into the city."

"Making plans for trouble already? I have taught you well, but you are still tardy."

"Glorfindel, what took you so long to come to us?"

"Yes, I was beginning to be bored!"

The two brothers bantered with each other as Glorfindel sat and propped his feet on another chair. The twins had not properly undressed for sleep - for they had none - but it was no surprise to the blonde elf lord that they were half dressed. He had always found them so in the chambers they always shared. Elladan, the older of the two by two seconds, had unbuttoned his high-collared tunic but had left it on, his belt loosened but still about his waist as he sat like Glorfindel. Elrohir's upper body was completely bare as he lay on his stomach on the bed, his chin propped by his crossed arms.

"So tell me, why are we so late in our plan-making?" Elrohir asked, his eyes only slightly dulled by drink. "We would have started last night, but we were a bit busy with merry-making."

"I did not see you at the feast, Glorfindel. Tell me not that you were sleeping!" Elladan smiled wryly.

"For your information, I was taking my pleasure with a very noble lady who seemed to desperately need my services," Glorfindel replied, affecting the air of an accomplished man.

"What?" the twins shouted. "And you didn't tell us? Who is she, what does she look like? Does she make good sport of it?"

Glorfindel threw his head back and laughed. "Let me speak, and I will tell you! I didn't seek you out because firstly, I had followed her to the gardens after we had arrived, and secondly, I prefer to work alone."

Elladan leaned closer, smiling woflishly. "And did she enjoy the manner of our people?"

"I confess I did not satisfy my goal, for she was frightened by my craving, I think. However I am certain she enjoyed what little she received."

"That is good work, Glorfindel," Elrohir laughed. "To be in the city merely half an hour and have already found a lady to woo. But you did not tell us her name. Praise her to us, what inspired you to follow her?"

"She is taller than most women of Gondor. Her hair is like the dark cloak of Queen Elbereth, and softer than silk. Her skin is like velvet and fair and unblemished. Her frame is slender and enticing but she is stronger than other women I think. I have seen her stand beside other women and her build is more muscular. I suppose she may have fought during the war at some point. Her eyes are grey, and her face is a little sharp. I deem she has elf-blood running through her veins."

"Ai, you have intrigued us," Elladan exclaimed excitedly. "Her name, Glorfindel, share with us her name!"

"Surely it would be a delight for your tongue to speak it!" Elrohir teased.

"Her name is Silmarien, in honor of the Numenorian queen. She is the daughter of Lord Denethor, and her brothers are Boromir and Faramir."

"Ah, you have set your eyes upon a treasure that will be given only very grudgingly. I hear that Lord Denethor seeks to give her to her cousin Barahir."

"Yes, I met her intended last night. He fairly sings her praises and yet he mourns the fact that she has not accepted him yet, though he has proposed to her nearly every year since she was introduced to society. How long the poor fool must wait! Perhaps she does not love him in return?" Elladan mused aloud.

"If that is true, then I am quite fortunate," Glorfindel replied with a roguish grin. "Do not think that I went very far last night, but a kiss could have been had, were she not suddenly mindful of the conduct of her people."

"A kiss, say you? I see you have been productive!" Elrohir mocked. "Perhaps tonight she will let you hold her hand!"

"I'll have none of your derision, elfling," Glorfindel suddenly frowned. He enjoyed the fact that he was feared by the twins he once tutored, and made them remember their terror of him when he was weary of their jests at his expense - which was more often than he'd like to admit.

"What shall you do, Glorfindel? Shall you attend a lady who does not know your true nature, that you are a wolf? Shall you seduce a lady who is timid in letting it continue?"

"She will allow it, of that I am certain. I overheard her speak to herself in the garden before I made my presence known. I do not think she loves her cousin, for she made reference to growing old alone. Perhaps she will find her happiness with me."

"Go to it, then," Elrohir smiled. "Be as tantalizing as an Elf can be, for you have already seemed to ensare her. Show her what she could have, Glorfindel! Show her that love is not, nay, should not be tame."

"I need no exhortations from you, thou progeny. Have you forgotten who taught you the art of conquest? I have seduced and lost interest in more dizzy, featherbrained women than you have met. Forget not that I am a lord of the lost Gondolin, which housed more beauty than your petty Imladris. But this woman I shall have to myself, for she is alluring in her own manner, though it has been caged for many years. If you interfere, I shall make you regret it to the end of your days."

Rawr!