1. A - Breeding True (Arwen, Elladan)
Arwen met Elladan as he rode into Rivendell.
"Little sister," Elladan murmured. "How nice…."
Arwen firmly boxed his ears.
"Ouch! What was that for?"
"You," she poked a finger into his chest, "stay out of my love life."
Elladan rubbed his ears. "But I," he began.
"All he talked about was Lúthien this, Lúthien that."
"But he…" Elladan expostulated feebly.
"I am not Lúthien!"
"No, of course not," he said in soothing tones. "But you are nearly a hundred and he seemed sincerely attracted to you."
Arwen pulled at her night-dark tresses. "Why couldn't I have inherited mother's blonde hair?"