It took much coaxing to get him to return to Imladris this time. Elladan seemed beyond exasperated by the time the returned home. The ride had been quiet, his mind lost in the torrents of thoughts and new notions he had not faced in his long life. Though he be young in relation to his people, the one that had his thoughts was far, far younger than he. Something that did in fact, make him wonder at himself.

This dilemma also led him to dallying alone along garden paths or, like right now, stay perched upon the large rocks that bordered the Bruinen in places. Elrohir sat quietly, a book open and forgotten at his side. Even books lost their appeal... something he could not recall ever happening. He loved books and the knowledge held within their carefully made covers.

Now, instead of studying such knowledge, he sat with a knee hugged to his chest in thought. Days felt shorter, yet longer as his heart continued to turn to one person. Each day felt too long, precious moments lost in a lifetime of a mortal. Ah yes, that was the problem... mortality.

Resting his chin on his knee, he distantly realized he had missed dinner the night before and breakfast that morning as well. He should go back and eat... sadly, he felt no desire to move and escape his contemplation of his emotions.