Three’s Company

“This way, Arwen!”

From the sanctuary of Elrohir’s arms,  Arwen made her wavering way across the grass until she fell into Elladan’s embrace, shrieking with delight.  “El!”

Still weeks from her begetting day, she had taken her first, uncertain steps the day before, weaving her path carefully from one brother to the other. 

Elrond watched in delight.  There was no sibling rivalry here – from the moment of her birth the twins had been devoted slaves to their little sister.   With a hug and a kiss, Elladan set her on her feet, on her way back to Elrohir.

“This way, Arwen!”

Author Notes:  For the Tolkien Weekly 'Three' challenge.