Elrohir placed the last book neatly on the shelf and surveyed the new bedroom with satisfaction.  His own bedroom, he repeated to himself with relish; a place where he could be alone; where he could keep his own books and mementoes without having to share them; a place that he could keep tidy without Elladan’s clutter strewn everywhere.

He climbed into bed and lay listening to the peace and quiet sleepily.  It made a pleasant change – usually Elladan was snoring at his side long before he himself closed his eyes.  All was silent.

So why did he feel so lonely?