Pushes off the rail and drapes his arms over Orophin's shoulders. "I promise, I will not breathe your name out if he catches me. Besides, he'd expect me to do it. You're the more sensible one!" Winking, he eases back. "You know he'd tease either one of us if we had someone."

"Come get me?" Rumil's eyes went wide. Just how much trouble did his brother think he would get into? "I do hope not to come to bodily harm or be thrown in a dungeon cell."

Ru fakes a gasp of shock, but they both know this is all playful. It's always been that way between them. Haldir too, until his responsibilities took him away more and more. "There are spiders in prison cells, Oro!"

A playful punch to the arm follows. "You're awful!" If there was one thing he hated more than any other, it was spiders. "But I promise, nothing so serious. I actually like Lindir. I mean, I don't really know him, but I see no reason not to like him."

Huh. He might end up teasing both of his brothers about their crushes.

Laughs and dashes off. "I won't tell Haldir /that/ either!"

At first, he thinks he had hit a little too hard until Orophin goes into full dramatics. Huffing, he sits on his brother and stares down at him. "That's good. I'd hate to have to deal with a moping Haldir." Sighing, he lies on top of his prone brother. "You're comfortable."

If it were any other elves in a puppy pile on the walkway, other elves might be concerned. Celeborn gave them a disapproving frown at times, but even he knew it was hopeless. "I have patrol at moon set." Sighs. "They stuck me out on the east edge. Nothing ever happens there."

"I should." But he doesn't move. Not yet. "Are you on assignment tomorrow? You could come with me. It's such a long, boring walk." They could plan out their spying on Lindir. And maybe keep Ru out of trouble.

He really should sleep.

Uh oh. "Nothing! I saw nothing!"

It was really nothing, I'm sure! Um. Are you hungry? I can make you something!

Can Hobbits get rabies?

Orophin knows it too, but Ru /swore/ to keep it this time. He's trying!

While everyone else seems to be busy flirting and courting as if it's Spring, he decides to go down to the stables and go for a ride. Maybe he can find that big white stag again.

He's returned home after a wild birthday weekend in Imladris and his head is pounding. Those elves know how to party!

Not own, but he would love to sit and chat with the ancient. As long as turning him to a cinder wasn't the end result.

||Sorry I haven't been here the last few days. Will be around on the weekend, promise!