In a sunny glade of a secluded corner of Eryn Vorn, two ellyn licked and kissed an elleth covered in honey, while she, laughing, was trying to give equal attention to both their elfhoods. Suddenly, a passing cloud cast its shadow over them, and the playful trio interrupted their games for a moment, as so many times before.
"Gladhwen, do you think your nephew still wants to kill us?" asked Elured.
"Who cares..."
"But is it not best we remain hidden?" said Elurin, acting on a nudge from his brother.
"Oh, definitely. Celegorm is such an evil bastard. More honey?"
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A/N1: It seemed more fitting to use the Sindarin form of Írimë's (mother) name Lalwen (laughing maiden). Not that Írimë is a bad name either... it appears to mean 'desired' ;-)
A/N2: I accidentally posted this earlier today, but forgot to change the date, and I didn't remember the title I had planned to use. Bad, bad me. Does that earn me a visit from Thranduil? (hopes)