The splash was very satisfying. Their spluttering victim rose, dripping water, mud and strands of vegetation, and threatening vengeance in three languages. Elladan turned a horrified countenance towards his brother.
“That’s not …”
“No! It’s the King! YOU said it was…”
“I did not! I said ‘someone’s coming’. YOU…”
“MY fault? This was all YOUR idea.”
Wet hands grabbed the twins’ shoulders. Sheepishly, they turned contrite faces to their captor.
“We thought you were...”
“We’re sorry, Uncle Valandil, we never meant...”
Sighing, the King shook his head. “At least run away
Children of Men might reach their full height while Eldar of the same age were still in body like to mortals of no more than seven years. Not until the fiftieth year did the Eldar attain the stature and shape in which their lives would afterwards endure, and for some a hundred years would pass before they were full-grown
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