Author's Note: :( I only got two reviews! What happened to all my faithful reviewers? Many thanks to those who did review! Sorry this chapter is so short...

Chapter 2

Haldir arrived home from work to find Orophin plunking out Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star on the piano with one finger by ear. He kept playing the wrong note, then going back and trying to find the right one by hitting nearly all the keys on the piano.

"Rumil said you got a job," said Haldir, rummaging in the refrigerator for something to eat.

"What?" asked Orophin, who had finally finished Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, and was now playing it all over again.

"Rumil said you got a job," repeated Haldir. He was used to repeating himself around Orophin. "Who was it?"

"Lady Galadriel," said Orophin, wondering if concert piano playing wasn't such a good idea after all.

"Oh, of course," said Haldir. "I should have guessed. It's about time they got married."

"Mmm," grunted Orophin. Of course, he was a wonderful pianist, he just thought it was more than it was worth. It really wasn't all that fun.

Haldir finally pulled some peanut butter and jam out of the fridge and began to make a sandwich. "You want one?" he called.

Orophin looked over to see what he was talking about. Haldir's cape obscured the peanut butter from view. "Yeah, sure," he said.

"What kind of jam?" asked Haldir.

"Spiceberry," said Orophin. Spiceberry jam was good.

Haldir stared at his youngest brother, then shrugged. It wasn't his fault if Orophin was weird.

"So," he said, spooning spiceberry jam on a piece of bread, "when's the wedding going to be."

Orophin's mind went blank, and he stopped sounding out Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star abruptly. When had Galadriel said it would be? He stood up and leafed through his sparkly white notebook. Then he saw down with a thud.

"I don't know," he said gloomily.

"You better call Lady Galadriel and find out," said Haldir, scraping peanut butter over another piece of bread.

"I don't know her phone number," said Orophin. His life was awful. Why was he a wedding coordinator?

"Well, you should go round in the morning and find out," said Haldir, thumping the sandwich on the table.

Orophin angstily picked it up. He should go jump off a bridge in the morning. He took a bite.

He gagged. Then he ran to the trash can and spit it out.

"Haldir!" he shouted in a dreadful voice.

"What?" asked Haldir, who had been making his own sandwich, oblivious to the events around him.

"Why did you make me a peanut butter and spiceberry jam sandwich?" He picked up his sparkly white notebook and threw it at Haldir.

"You said you wanted spiceberry!" cried Haldir, dodging the missiles Orophin was launching at him.

"Not with PEANUT BUTTER!" shouted Orophin.

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