Melkor Hath No Fury...

“I’m not bringing them.”

Elrohir sighed; his brother could be such an ass at times…. “Elladan, Arwen spent a year making them!”

Elladan scowled. “I don’t care! I’m not brining pink arrows to the Borders!”

Elrohir threw up his hands in exasperation. “Elladan! Think what will happen if we don’t bring them! She’ll cry, she’ll pout, she’ll go running to Ada – for the Valar’s sake, just bring them!”

Elladan stood up. “Remember her last present?”

Elrohir winced. The pink vests 4 sizes too small had been a little much… but still...Arwen was an elleth, and elleths…

“Fine, Elladan. Don’t bring yours. But remember, ‘Melkor hath no fury like an elleth scorned….’”