A/N: Just to clear things up, I know that elves don't really get cold, but Eleniel is Peredhel, therefore I assume she may feel these human disadvantages a little! :)
Cold
Eleniel: 18 (equivalent to a human, that is)
Estel: 23
"You look cold."
Eleniel turned her head, eyes catching sight of her older brother as he stood there behind her, his own eyes locked onto hers.
The elleth nodded, wrapping her blanket tighter around herself. "I am," she said quietly.
Estel smiled. He stepped forward and lowered himself to the ground, stretching his legs out and pulling his sister back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head, feeling her shivering begin to die down.
"You know you didn't have to take first watch, right?" he asked. "It is not like you've been on countless patrols before like these warriors have."
Eleniel nodded. "I know, but I wanted to."
"Why?"
She hesitated. She tilted her head slightly and gazed up at her brother.
After finding out his true heritage, the man had decided to visit the Dunedain – his people – to learn more about them. He had been gone for almost a year, and only just returned a few weeks back. Eleniel had missed him and had been delighted when he had agreed to join them on their short patrol – truthfully, staying up gave her extra time awake to be with him.
"Well?"
Estel was looking at her, expecting an answer.
She turned back around and sniffed. "Because I'm not an elfling. I don't need sleep, and so why shouldn't I take the same responsibilities as every other warrior here and watch over the camp?"
Estel smiled at that. "Alright, I suppose that is a good enough answer. But I am going to stay up each time it is your turn to keep you company. Is that okay with you?"
That was more than okay, and the both of them knew it.