(@silvercrowned)

Her ears lowered as Celebrian spoke and a shy smile stretched upon her lips, the smaller being almost making herself even smaller before her. "Would it help if I said it isn't my blood," she lied, knowing well that it wasn't helpful.

Celebrían gave Aradir a frown, rocking Elrohir to sleep.

(@silvercrowned - marriage verse maybe)

Aradir rarely got angry- at least, not outwardly angry. His people and his sons, should they need to be chastised, were rather met with crippling looks of disappointment. He was good at those. Yet sometimes something might happen which took Aradir beyond that- in this case, hearing news that not all his children had been playing nice with the others. There were accusations of unkind behaviour, though nobody seemed to know which son was at fault. Still, the very thought that Aradir's own blood might be acting this way was enough to send him into a small rage. A chair had already been knocked over and dark clouds descended over the city, full of rain. The poor servant who had come with the news had rushed to get Celebrían. Upon their return, Aradir was standing at the window, looking out. The expression on his face was not kind, though his wife's hand on his shoulder at least made him responsive.

She had long since stopped being afraid of Aradir’s moods, instead smiling to herself, or laughing outright. She did neither this time - her children’s behavior also concerned her.

Celebrían moved to stand in front of the window, cupping Aradir’s face to make him look down at her.

“You’ve frightened the chambermaid.” Celebrían gently chided. “And surely that chair did not deserve its fate?”

She nodded towards where the shattered remnants of a chair lay.

"I am sorry," He sighed and then looked over at the chair. He hadn't even realised that it had broken- sometimes he did not know his own strength.

It was phrased as a request, and yet, it was a demand.

“Why would it cause problems?” Celebrían frowned, dropping her hands. “I’d think Aerenezj would be pleased to be coming home.”

She thought it important for the boys to be exposed to different ideas and ways of life. Living in the trees was a departure from their normal life.

Celebrían gave Aradir a frown, rocking Elrohir to sleep.

(@silvercrowned - marriage verse maybe)

Aradir rarely got angry- at least, not outwardly angry. His people and his sons, should they need to be chastised, were rather met with crippling looks of disappointment. He was good at those. Yet sometimes something might happen which took Aradir beyond that- in this case, hearing news that not all his children had been playing nice with the others. There were accusations of unkind behaviour, though nobody seemed to know which son was at fault. Still, the very thought that Aradir's own blood might be acting this way was enough to send him into a small rage. A chair had already been knocked over and dark clouds descended over the city, full of rain. The poor servant who had come with the news had rushed to get Celebrían. Upon their return, Aradir was standing at the window, looking out. The expression on his face was not kind, though his wife's hand on his shoulder at least made him responsive.

She had long since stopped being afraid of Aradir’s moods, instead smiling to herself, or laughing outright. She did neither this time - her children’s behavior also concerned her.

Celebrían moved to stand in front of the window, cupping Aradir’s face to make him look down at her.

“You’ve frightened the chambermaid.” Celebrían gently chided. “And surely that chair did not deserve its fate?”

She nodded towards where the shattered remnants of a chair lay.

"I am sorry," He sighed and then looked over at the chair. He hadn't even realised that it had broken- sometimes he did not know his own strength.

It was phrased as a request, and yet, it was a demand.

“Why would it cause problems?” Celebrían frowned, dropping her hands. “I’d think Aerenezj would be pleased to be coming home.”

She thought it important for the boys to be exposed to different ideas and ways of life. Living in the trees was a departure from their normal life.

(@silvercrowned)

"That's what I said," He retorted, eyes narrowing as he looked at her. He knew that tone. "Why do you ask?"

Celebrían gave Aradir a frown, rocking Elrohir to sleep.

(@silvercrowned)

Her ears lowered as Celebrian spoke and a shy smile stretched upon her lips, the smaller being almost making herself even smaller before her. "Would it help if I said it isn't my blood," she lied, knowing well that it wasn't helpful.

(@silvercrowned)

"That's what I said," He retorted, eyes narrowing as he looked at her. He knew that tone. "Why do you ask?"