[ with a hum, elrond runs his fingers over the bedding. this is his room. his space. his to imagine and build. he rubs his fingers together, feeling the texture between. ]

I find life is better served when I don't get too out of sorts over the latest difficulty.

[ and he has borne far worse. ]

And to know a whole other world when I had only one of my own . . . I must admit, the possibilities are exciting.