Characters/Pairing: Aredhel, Celegorm, Huan
Warnings: nongraphic animal death
Disclaimer: Middle-earth is not mine and I make no profit therefrom.
(A quarrel is also a crossbow bolt. Sorry, bad pun.)
Two bowstrings twanged nearly as one, and the fleeing hare tumbled lifeless to the ground.
"You missed," Aredhel said with satisfaction.
"What do you mean?" Celegorm said indignantly. "It was my arrow that hit it."
"It was mine!"
They glared at each other. Huan came up to them wagging his tail, the dead hare held delicately in his mouth.
Aredhel tugged the bloodstained arrow free and held it up for inspection. "You see, it's mine—"
"My arrows look the same!"
The next time they went hunting, Aredhel triumphantly showed her arrows' newly distinctive fletching: one white feather and two grey.