Characters/Pairing: Elrond, Arwen, Elrohir
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Giggling, Arwen spun around, arms flung out to match her skirts and hair, which she had carefully, if slightly clumsily, plaited white feathers and golden flowers into. Elrond laughed as Elrohir swept her off her feet to toss her in the air.
Grey eyes, and hair like shadows. When she wore blue, everyone said she looked like Melian's daughter, their most beautiful princess reborn among the waterfalls of Imladris. She even danced like Tinúviel.
But as he watched her soar for a moment with feathers in her hair, Elrond was reminded not of Lúthien’s famous grace, but Elwing in flight.