Elladan huddled miserably in his bed. He wanted his own room, and the space
to spread out. Yet without Elrohir’s complaining about
‘untidiness’, the room felt empty and lonely.
Finally, he had had enough, and opened Elrohir’s door. “El?
I came to see if you were all right. If you were feeling lonely –
it’s the first time you’ve been on your own.” He swallowed.
“Do you want me to stay tonight? I can sleep on the floor.”
Elrohir gave a sudden nod, and slid to one side of his bed. “All
right, but there’s room enough for two,” he offered.