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As the small group reached the stairs, Elrohir walked down to meet them.
"Ahh, not covered in vomit anymore I see," said Elladan slightly disappointed.
"No dear brother. I am not but, my hair still suffers. That rancid smell has decided to cling to my hair, and there's nothing I can do!" grumbled Elrohir. Elladan just snorted while Jeff became even more horrified. Elrohir caught site of him just then.
"You're the one that did this to me aren't you?" he asked with a slight grin on his face.
"Err…yeh, I guess I'm the one. Look, I'm really, really sorry!" apologized Jeff.
"Oh no, it's ok. I was just checking who it was," replied Elrohir with a big grin on his face. "Just to make sure…" with that Elrohir said something to Glorfindel in elvish and Glorfindel laughed while Elladan looked murderous.
"You won't want to be doing that yet. At least not while Nimloth is around!" replied Glorfindel.
"Come, Lord Elrond is waiting!" nodded Elrohir solemnly.