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Ahren scowled and stuck his hands deep into his pockets, muttering under his breath in elvish He was clearly angry about something, though he didn't seem inclined to disclose what it might be.

Elrohir sighed and released his son's shoulder warily.

"Just don't let him loose in the forest on his own," he requested of Lin, "because if he runs off again I will be most displeased ... but his mother will be furious."

Haradhel after all had the worse temper of the two of them - by far - yet luckily, none but Elrohir had seen her lose it before.

A slow grin spread over Elrohir's face, and he nodded slowly.

"Yes, yes, I think that would be a good idea indeed," he agreed, perhaps a little overly cheerfully. "Yes ... good. Ahren, behave, stay with Lin, and don't be rude."

Ahren grunted his acknowledgment of his father's words, and Elrohir nudged him in the back.

"That was rude," he stated flatly.

Ahren scowled up at his father. "Fine," he growled. He wrenched his shoulder out from his father's grip and started towards the door. "Come on, Lin."

Ahren jerked his hand out of hers and dug it deep into his pocket, where he considered it to be "safe". He kicked at the ground as he walked, his shoulder-length black hair falling into his face. He made no movement to brush it aside, but kept his eyes on the ground as he went, mumbling to himself under his breath all the while.

Ahren pushed the door open and stepped inside, not particularly caring whether or not it hit Lin again as it closed. To be honest, he wasn't caring about anything at all at the moment, except for the fact that he was being stuck there once again, only this time being forced to do things that he really didn't want to do. He really wasn't impressed that Lin was being so persistent in holding onto him in some manner, but rather than lashing out as he had done to his father, he chose to ignore the fact.

Ahren led the way down the hall, just about dragging Lin along with him, and stopped at the last door on the right, just before the stairs. There, he knocked with his foot, keeping his hands buried deep inside his pockets, and waited, still scowling as deeply as ever.

"Arthael!" Lin let go of Ahren and launched herself at the woman to hug her.

She looked up from where she was holding Arthael, "The butterflies said you're going to have a baby... well they didn't say exactly, but they caught some of what Halmir was saying. He must have been really excited because his speech was longer than usual."

And that was saying something.

Arthael was taken by surprise by both of the children, and she smiled down at Lin awkwardly as she reached past her to close the door again.

"Well, it does seem that you have some useful friends here," she remarked, putting one hand on Lin's shoulder. "I wish I could have some animals telling me what was going on."

She glanced back over at Ahren, then knelt close to Lin and whispered, "What is going on with him?"

"I see," Arthael murmured softly, glancing over at the boy again. "Well ... he seems all right where he is for the moment, why don't we just let him sit there for a bit, and if he doesn't get any less grumpy I'll see what I can do?"

She smiled at Lin.

"How does that sound?"