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?