Tradition

One likeness in two bodies faced the archery targets.

Draw.  Aim.  Loose.

"Forty-four."

Draw.  Aim.  Loose.

"Forty-five."

Draw.  Loose.

"Forty-.  Hold.  You missed the center.  I win.  You erred intentionally," he accused.

"Do not be absurd, brother.  Have I ever given a contest to you?"

"Not that I recall."

Thus tradition is honored.  One brother wins this Begetting Day competition.  The other wins next year's.  Neither acknowledges anything more than accident.  Thus they have celebrated for centuries.

One likeness in two bodies faced each other.  Two voices spoke as one.

"May the Valar bless you on this special day, El."

01/07/2005

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A/N:  Written for Jay of Lasgalen's birthday.  Jay requested a drabble that mentioned the number 45 and was about either Thranduil, Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir or some combination of them.  Happy birthday, Jay!