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“Oh, shoo,” Arwen tutted, sweeping hair off her half-finished banner. “You have better manners than to nap on my project!”
The cats meowed in protest. The darker of the pair rolled off easily, stopping on his back only a few feet away, his eyes wide and pitiful. The lighter cat didn’t budge, even extending his claws as if he was contemplating unraveling the sewing.
“Don’t even think about it, El,” Arwen warned, “or I’ll shift myself, and we’ll have a fight about it.”
In a flash, the cat changed: and there was Elladan the peredhel: part Elf, part Man, and most of all part Maia. He pouted at his sister.
“We were sleeping,” he complained, but when Arwen fixed him with a glare, he scooted off the banner. Elrohir, still in his cat form, jumped up into his lap and purred.
“I need to finish this before you leave with the Grey Company,” Arwen sighed, picking up her needle and thread. “You mustn’t distract me!”
“Sleeping is not a distraction,” Elladan muttered, but he leaned back, petting his cat-brother behind the ears, and let their sister work.
Maybe, when she was done, they could all be cats and curl up together in their father’s bed, just like when they were little. Arwen smiled as she worked: much had changed since she was small, but much, too, was the same—and the love of her family had never wavered.