House of Imrahil

Family Dynamics

Imrahil’s children waited inside the archway beyond the dais, for tonight Dol Amroth formally celebrated her princes’ return. Music drifted in and mingled with the curious murmuring from within the great hall: their cue.

“This is the worst part,” Amrothos groaned, shrinking further into the shadows.

“I’ll hold your hand,” Lothíriel whispered impishly, knowing that all eyes were turned toward the silver curtain and that Amrothos abhorred spectacle.

“Oh, would you, Lothíriel? Please?” he hissed back, earning a frown from Elphir and a laugh from Erchirion.

Lothiriel clasped Amrothos’s waist impulsively, savoring his surprised laughter.

“Ouch! All right, Lothy, easy.”