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“Will you pass me the wine please, El? Thank you.”
Elladan passed the bottle of wine to his brother, who refilled both
their glasses. Taking a sip, he lay back against the grass,
gazing upwards at the night. Another burst of fireworks
arched across the sky, fountains of gold and silver fire drifting
silently downward.
Beside him, Elrohir raised his glass. “To our beautiful new
sister,” he said proudly. “I wonder if they did this when
we were born?”
Elladan sat up, touching his glass against his twin’s. “One
hundred and eleven years ago,” he mused. He took a bite of the
Birth Day cake, baked in celebration. “To Arwen,” he repeated.
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