Here the twins are about the equivalent of a six-year-old
#2 Pet
"But why can we not keep it, Glorfy?" A small child could be heard asking, sadness unmasked in his voice.
"Yeah, we promise to take good care of it!" Another child probably his brother could be heard agreeing.
Inside a large home, a blond warrior softly sighed as he knelt at eye level with the two small children who appeared to be twins. A soft, compassionate look was apparent in his blue eyes; he hated disappointing them like this. He looked at Elladan, who was almost in tears. The elfling held a small blue bird in his hands. "Because, penneth, these creatures were meant to be free, and to keep him, you would have to put him in a small cage. You would not want to keep him locked up, never to feel the wind under his wings again, would you?"
"No, Glorfy, we would not," both replied in unison.
"But we will miss him so much," Elladan said, now unable to hold back his tears.
"Shhh, it is all right, pen dithen. I know you will miss him, but if you love him, you will set him free," Glorfindel said, caressing the young elfling's black hair.
Elrohir, now crying as well, looked up at Glorfindel. "Will you let him go for us, please?"
Glorfindel smiled softly at both. "Of course, I will. Come on; let us let him go now," he replied, taking the now restless bird gently from Elladan.
The twins walked on each side of the warrior out to the courtyard, each saying goodbye to their young feathered friend, who now was anxious to be let go. Glorfindel spoke soothing words to the young bird and then opened his hands to let it go.
As it flew off, Elladan and Elrohir could be heard shouting. "Goodbye, birdie. We will miss you. Come back and visit!"
Glorfindel smiled proudly at them. "I am so proud of you two for doing the right thing," he said, kneeling and hugging them tightly. As he let them go, they looked up at him with wide eyes shining.
"Can we get a cat?" Elrohir asked, forgetting about being sad.
Glorfindel laughed. "I think you had better take that one up with your parents. Come; let us go to the kitchen. I believe the cook has made some fresh cookies."
When they heard the word "cookies," the twins broke off in a race. "Last one there is a rotten Orc!" Elladan shouted laughing as he ran ahead, with both Glorfindel and Elrohir hot on his tail, all thoughts of the bird and hopefully a cat gone.