Elladan winced at the sound of the fractured music limping haltingly
from his youngest brother’s bedroom. Peering around the half open
door, he saw Estel sitting before Lindir’s great harp, his fingers –
still too short – stumbling over the notes as he fumbled awkwardly for
the gleaming strings.
“What are you playing?” he asked cautiously.
Estel looked up. “The Lay of Thingol and Melian,” he
Elladan’s eyebrows rose. “Really? You seem to be playing
all the wrong notes,” he pointed out delicately.
Estel flushed. “I’m playing all the right notes,” he
insisted. “Just … not necessarily in the right order.”
The last line is not mine. It was originally said by the
late, great, Eric Morecambe.