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“Ah,” Legolas sighed. “I wish I could stay here.”
The twins laughed.
“I believe your ada would disapprove of that,” Elrohir said.
“And besides,” Elladan added, “you promised to show us your forest.”
“I did – I suppose I should pack for the journey then. Say, is your ada’s grumpy advisor coming?”
“Erestor? Absolutely not.”
Elrohir shuddered. “Him and Thranduil – bad idea.”
“Boys?” Elrond called to them. “Have you finished packing?”
The three looked up guiltily. “We’ll do it now, ada!” they called in unison. Legolas, realising what he’d just said, blushed furiously, but Elrond only smiled.
“Hurry up then, sons.”