Arwen Underfoot (248 T.A.)
Mar 11, 2018 10:24:36 GMT -5
Post by Elladan on Mar 11, 2018 10:24:36 GMT -5
Although his expression was not exactly one of thunder, the young elf’s face was set in stern lines, and shadowed on brow and jaw with the annoyance he felt bubbling in his breast. He stalked rather than walked through the passageways of his father’s home, hot on the trail of his prey – which was neither forest beast nor vermin of darkness – only, a young child. Still, his breath puffed out of flared nostrils with a heated ire, and coming to the door he sought, he knocked more loudly then was required. He didn’t mind sharing, occasionally – with permission. But outright theft, he would not tolerate.
Well, it wasn’t really a case of theft – more of borrowing without asking first. He knew his little sister’s keen yearning for a bow of her own. But he also knew of their father’s proscription – that she must wait until she was older. Elladan had already bent the rules on her behalf, letting her talk him into taking her out beyond the range of their parents’ keen surveillance, to show her the archer’s art and let her try her small hands with a bow he’d learned on himself, as a child. But it was ludicrous that Arwen should go and take the bow he now used, and held quite dear – it was bigger than she was, and in no way could she even have pulled the bowstring, such was it’s load.
But seeing as the bow was now missing from the space he claimed as his own, from its accustomed spot where he was careful to place it whenever it was not with him, he could only surmise it was his sister who had helped herself to it. She had exclaimed often enough how enamored she was of its fine workmanship, running her little hands along its carved ends. It was perhaps a shade more…fancy…than other bows of a more utilitarian style. Elladan was ever one to seek out the finest, when he could. He could not conceive of where his precious weapon would be, if not in the hands of his sister, and now he stood at her door, accompanying the loud knocking with, ”Arwen. If you have my bow, I’d appreciate it’s return. Now!”
Normally he was far more patient with his younger sibling. But not when it came to her messing with his things.
ARWEN
Well, it wasn’t really a case of theft – more of borrowing without asking first. He knew his little sister’s keen yearning for a bow of her own. But he also knew of their father’s proscription – that she must wait until she was older. Elladan had already bent the rules on her behalf, letting her talk him into taking her out beyond the range of their parents’ keen surveillance, to show her the archer’s art and let her try her small hands with a bow he’d learned on himself, as a child. But it was ludicrous that Arwen should go and take the bow he now used, and held quite dear – it was bigger than she was, and in no way could she even have pulled the bowstring, such was it’s load.
But seeing as the bow was now missing from the space he claimed as his own, from its accustomed spot where he was careful to place it whenever it was not with him, he could only surmise it was his sister who had helped herself to it. She had exclaimed often enough how enamored she was of its fine workmanship, running her little hands along its carved ends. It was perhaps a shade more…fancy…than other bows of a more utilitarian style. Elladan was ever one to seek out the finest, when he could. He could not conceive of where his precious weapon would be, if not in the hands of his sister, and now he stood at her door, accompanying the loud knocking with, ”Arwen. If you have my bow, I’d appreciate it’s return. Now!”
Normally he was far more patient with his younger sibling. But not when it came to her messing with his things.
ARWEN