Creeping among the shadows, Estel crept into Arwen's room. Luckily, the "sister" of his was out; she was doing something in the courtyards. (Estel didn't exactly know what. He didn't think he wanted to know, if she was a vampire.)
Estel glanced around the room. It was neatly and beautifully furnished, probably the same one that Arwen had years ago before she left Rivendell for Lothlorien. There were personal belongings here and there; a bookcase full of books, probably ones that she had brought from Lothlorien; her weapons; her wardrobe there. He didn't pay attention, and moved toward his target: the wardrobe. He had a bottle of dye in his left hand; although what color it was none could be sure.
Nearly there… Nearly there…. Trembling with excitement, fear, and anticipation, Estel crept toward the wardrobe…
"Estel?"
Estel jumped half out of his shoes. He slowly turned around, trying to make his face seem innocent. "Yes?"
It was Glorfindel, and he didn't seem very happy. "Estel, what are you doing in Arwen's chambers?"
Estel groped for an explanation. Telling the Elf Lord the secret wouldn't be a good idea in this case. "Uhhh… Um, that is, see, I left this book I need for, um, history lessons, because, well, Arwen was helping with my project about, er, the Second Age, and you know she knows a lot about it, and she asked me to let her look at the book… So… She forgot to give it back, and I thought I might get it, because, well, I kind of need it for another project."
"Another project?" The Elf Lord's eyebrows knitted. He would be having a talk with the history master, Erestor, to see exactly what the two projects were. Somehow he couldn't trust Estel for now.
"Um," Estel put the jar of dye on the dresser behind his back, covering it with his body so Glorfindel could not see. "Yes, actually. Arwen's great at helping." He felt guilty as he told off one half-lie than another. Well, it was necessary for saving his life.
"Well, Glorfindel, I really got to run now," Estel rushed. He felt stupid. It was obvious that he was hiding something. To disguise his blushing cheeks, he ran out.
Glorfindel looked behind Estel. Estel was usually innocent... That is, usually... and only in the twins' blamings...
He then spied the dye bottle Estel had forgot about and had left behind. He opened the cap and peered inside. Then he walked off, a half grimace-frown on his face. Arwen was to hear about this... She would be prepared for the random attacks ahead.
"Dye?" Arwen repeated. "Estel was in my rooms...?"
"Yes, Lady," Glorfindel said. Again. "Arwen, it might have been a simple trick."
So he is more like my brothers, after all, she thought. "Leave it with me, Glorfindel," Arwen winked. She would pay trick with trick, after she found out what was going on.
The twins looked at each other, than at Estel. "That wasn't a necessary part to get Arwen to not destroy you," Elladan said, "comforting" Estel. "There is one another step, however."
Estel looked up. "What?"