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elladan_onona @ 11:09 pm: Elladan was growing restless. He and his brother were fit to venture out once again, and had been for some time. Surely there were more useful things for them to do than sit around pretending to listen to Bilbo's poetry, now that evil was risig once again in the East?

Deep in thought, he knocked on the door of his brother's room.

Elrohir? Are you there?

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Date:December 10th, 2004 10:41 am (UTC)
Elladan discerns an odd sound from within the room: soft snoring. Through the keyhole, he can see Elrohir sleeping peacefully at his desk, his head pillowed on a heavy tome entitled 'An introduction to Silvan Grammar'.
Date:January 27th, 2005 11:08 am (UTC)
He enters the room and quietly steps up to his brother.

Wake up, muindor nîn, or you will have a stiff neck in the morning. Although I must congratulate you on having found the most effective sleeping medicine known in this house. What made you brave the dullness of this book?
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