Here are twins, though not those you're looking for, Locke. They're talking to each other in hushed voices, in Sindarin. Both are subdued and look almost sheepish, actually.
Their pockets are empty - but watch out, Locke. Elves have remarkable senses - you might get caught on this one.
The jumpy twin glares, the other one sighs. "Guess not. Anyway. Just --- sorry." He shrugs, and adds, to his brother's attention, in Sindarin, but perhaps the Mansion translates that bit, or enough for Locke to understand - "We're grounded, fine. Just keep a lid on it. I don't want to be forbidden from seeing Arianna all summer because of your big mouth."
Their pockets are empty - but watch out, Locke. Elves have remarkable senses - you might get caught on this one.
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"Can we help you?"
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"Pardon?"
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Said brother glares at him.
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"Not that we have any chance of that," one of them says.
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