Lómion wished he had a family like Nana's. She told him about all the cousins and brothers she used to play with when she was little. He just had himself and sometimes Nana. Well he used to have an invisible friend named Meg but Adar said that Meg was bad and would make everyone hate him so Meg went away. Not that he was mad about Meg leaving, it was peaceful being by himself, no one could steal his things or break them or be annoying, but sometimes it got boring just playing the same things over and over again.

He made up his mind to find a new person to play with. There were a lot of big (scary) elves in Nan Elmoth so there might be a few small elves like him. The only way to find out for sure was to look for them.

First he checked all of the best spots for small elves. Including the garden (he also got to say hello to all of his favorite moles there), the forge, and his room. He even checked the bad spots just to be sure, like the stinky washroom, the parlor with scratchy coaches, the really tall tree that he fell from and broke his leg, and the servants outside.

"Have you seen any small elves?" He asked the row of servants standing stiff in sleek armor. No response. Not that they ever said anything anyways.

When even that failed, it meant that his mission called for desperate measures. An idea for what desperate measure to take came into his head out of seemingly nowhere. He would check someplace he had never been before. Ada's room. He had been instructed never to go there, but this was important. No place could be left out in his quest. So he set off.

At last he came to the room, the door towered above him, black and foreboding, holding some unimaginable secret. He stood on the very tips of his toes and gripped the knob with both hands and twisted it. A sharp creak split the air as the door opened, revealing a whole other world. Ripped black fabric was draped across the room making it look like a shadowy forest. Spikes of misshapen metal were stacked in every cranny from forgotten projects. In the center of the room there was a massive bed with a nest of blankets. Oh if only Adar said he wasn't too big for bouncing on beds!

All of the new things to explore were soon forgotten when his black eyes caught sight of two swords hung on the wall. Their metal was the color of midnight poking through the trees and they glittered like stars.

Lómion crept towards them and hopped on the bed, doing a little bonce (The bed was too soft to resist). The swords were so beautiful, all the other blades he had seen were dull gray but these were the best color!

A two little presences brushed over his mind, sounding a bit like a low hum. They seemed to be coming from the swords, which was impossible of course. But he still hummed back. The two presences responded, echoing him. This seemed like a sign to continue on. Together they made harmony.

It was great fun, listening to and helping to create all the soft music floating around him. He had never gotten to sing with anyone besides Nana before. Still he who was doing the singing? Tilting his ears, he scanned for the sound. The swords were the only place it was coming from. Maybe they at least held a clue.

Lómion stood up and reached for the hilt of one of them, careful not to touch the blade the blade. Nana told him blades were dangerous.

As soon as he touched the hilt, "Hail son of Lord Eöl," was spoken... by the sword?

Lómion gasped. So the swords were the source of the humming! And they talked?! Maybe he had been looking for friends in the wrong places!

"Wow! A talking sword!" Lómion shrieked, just before remembering his manners, "I'm sorry, I meant: Hello, it's nice to meet you."

"It is an honor to meet the son of our Lord and creator," the sword spoke again, their voice sounding a lot like Adar's but happy.

Wait the sword called Adar creator and Adar also helped make Lómion. According to Adar's long biology lessons if someone made two or more people then they were siblings.

He had siblings!

Lómion squealed and clapped his hands, "My creator is Eöl too! We're family!"

"That is confusing," another voice chimed into his head, also sounding like a nice Adar.

"We have to do family things now," Lómion proclaimed, ignoring the sword's statement. He had siblings! Never would he be bored again!

After a lot of tugging and wincing Lómion dragged the swords into his room and placed them on his rocking chair. It was normally reserved for his mother and him when she told him bedtime stories but finding out you had talking sword siblings defied all reservations. Then he flopped down on the floor and took a rest. When he first got the swords he was planning on doing a tea party with them and all his mole plushies but that seemed like too much effort right this moment so instead he settled for questions.

"What are your names?" he was about to tell them that his name was Lómion, but Nana said that Lómion was a very secret name only for the two of them. Not even Meg knew his name before they went away. A lie would have to do, "I don't have a name. Adar told me he will name me when I'm ready to have a name."

"Anguirel," the first sword who spoke in Adar's room said.

"Anglachel," the second added.

"Anglachel and Anguirel are pretty names. What are your favorite animals?" Did swords have favorite animals? He didn't know but probably. Having a favorite animal was very important.

"I do not understand the question. Do you mean a favorite animal to kill?" Anglachel responded.

"We were not forged with hunting in mind," Anguirel said.

Apparently swords didn't have favorite animals after all. There was a lot he had to teach his new siblings.

"Everyone needs to have a favorite animal! Mine is the mole, you can borrow mine until you get your own, or keep it forever. That's good too!" Lómion smiled.

"Our favorite animal will be the mole then," both said in unison.

"Hooray! I've only met one other person, Meg, who had moles as their favorite animal, and I've met a lot of people before you two, like Adar, Nana, and my plushes. My plush toys are all moles so it would be silly if they had moles as their favorite animal, it would be like me and Adar, and Nana liking elves the best. Oh now I have to introduce all my plushies!" The rest had been long enough. Hopefully the plushies wouldn't be too angry for having to wait and didn't yell at him like Adar did.

Thankfully they were always very kind to him so there was no yelling. Lómion just politely introduced them to his big siblings.

"It is an honor to meet ones so beloved of our Lord's son," the swords responded.

Now that introductions were over it was time for fun, Lómion first planned on a tea party but he had gotten even more ideas, "We need to do something. Do you want to have a tea party? Or look at my rock collection! We could even visit the garden and meet all the moles, or maybe go to the forge!"

"Whatever you wish to do my Lord's son," Anglachel answered.

"What is a tea party?" Anguirel asked.

That settled it, Anguirel didn't even know what tea parties were, it was time to change that!

"I'll show you!" Lómion squealed and his ears perked up as he raced down to the kitchen.

On the way down Lómion made a mental list of everything he needed for a little tea party just like the ones Nana did for him:

1. Teacups

2. Plates

3. Tiny sugary cakes with blue frosting

4. Black tea

The cups were kept in one of the many bottom drawers. Nana usually had Lómion help carry his teacup so he knew somewhat where they were. It was just a matter of opening all the draws and looking in them. However there were also plates, cakes and tea to find. Those were...some place.

He told himself that he would find them after he found the cups, but the plates and cakes and tea kept floating around his brain and tugging at his thoughts. They shoved and pushed at the mission of finding what he could find until all he could think about finding what he couldn't. There was no one around to ask for help. There was only him and what felt like an infinite amount of spaces for those silly plates, cakes, and tea to hide. The room started to spin faster and faster with every moment he couldn't figure out what to do about it. What if he never found them and had to stay in the room forever looking for them? What if they were stolen and Adar blamed him for it? What if his siblings got angry for taking too long? If only he had paid more attention to what Nana did when she set up tea parties!

Lómion dropped to the ground and let out a scream as hot tears rolled down his cheeks. All of it was too much! These emotions were too big!

"Boy, we have been over this many times. Firstly do not scream. It will let enemies know of your location. Secondly crying is only something that infants do because they lack the physical development to properly enunciate complete and effective sentences. You are not an infant, you are four years old," the stern voice of his father sounded behind him. He must of heard his scream and now Adar would be furious.

"Okay," he whispered and wiped the tears away. The ellon looked at Adar's eyes, rage and fear were both clashing in there.

"Good. Now stand up straight," Adar helped the child up, "I have important work to do. I cannot be worrying about you. Resume your studies."

"Yes, Adar," the boy muttered to Adar's scowling face and then walked slowly back towards his room. There would be no tea parties today. So unfair. Poor Anguirel and poor him. Since Adar was on the prowl he would have to play quiet and boring games with his siblings.

"What ails you son of Lord Eöl?" Anguirel asked as Lómion entered the room. They probably noticed his droopy ears and tear stains on his pale cheeks.

"We can't have a tea party today...Adar's on the move. He thinks tea parties are unimportant."

"This is incomprehensible. My Lord is always right but this tea party ritual is clearly important to you. How can they be unimportant and important at the same time?" Anglachel asked.

"Perhaps Lord Eöl does not understand tea parties, we do not understand them and we hold much of his knowledge and will. When we understand them then we all will know why they are important," Anguirel mused, "Now son of Lord Eöl you must return us to Lord Eöl's chambers where you found us if he indeed out an about as you say. He will be furious if he finds his favorite blades gone. You may visit us at a later time."

Lómion blinked back even more tears. He had only just met his big siblings and now he had to say goodbye and be lonely and bored in his room! But he knew he had to stay on Adar's good side. The only thing to do was gave a little nod and heave the swords off the rocking chair and drag them all the way to Adar's room. As quietly as possible so Adar didn't hear. He was supposed to be studying, not being parted from his family.

Thankfully he entered the room without incident and managed to hang Anguirel and Anglachel back up and give their hilts a little squeeze.

"Bye-bye...see you tomorrow, Anguirel and Anglachel," he murmured, giving the twin blades a wave.

"Farewell, it was honor to meet you," both said in unison. He shut the door slowly on his siblings and then stomped half way back to his room until Adar yelled at him to stop stomping and start walking and to do his boring studies. All alone. Adar ruined everything fun!