Characters: Elrond, Elladan
Book/Source: Silm (loosely)
Disclaimer: Middle-Earth belongs to Tolkien, I'm just playing a bit with it for fun.
Note: Many thanks to shadowycat for looking this over! All remaining faults are my own.
“That's enough! I said no, and I mean it.”
Elrond sighed. Trying to reason with his headstrong son was like biting on granite. Elladan would always find another argument against any of his father's, just like Elros always had.
Oh brother, I miss you. I wish you could have met your nephews!
Elladan hung his head and turned to leave, biting his lip.
“Elladan!” Elrond caught him at the door, laying a hand on his shoulder. “I'm not forbidding this to vex you, but to protect you.”
“I know, adar. That doesn't make it easier.” But he accepted Elrond's hug.