Although it was late, a light still showed under Estel’s door. Elrohir knocked softly, then opened it. “Estel? Are you still awake? Do not forget your test tomorrow.”
Estel’s desk was piled high with books and scrolls. He looked up, stretched, and ran his hands through his hair, leaving a smudge of ink on his face. “I know. But Elrohir, if I pass, I go on to the final level of my apprenticeship! And there is so much to remember …”
He gestured at the books and his carefully written notes. “There are times when it makes my head spin.”