Introduction

[elendilson]

Enter a young man; almost elvish in looks, tall and bright-eyed with a certain air of royalty about him. He is smiling, but if any should look him in the eye they'll notice a deep anger and sadness he tries to keep hidden.

Typist: Whee, another Tolkien-character! Anárion, son of Elendil and younger brother of Isildur. Snagged from after the Last

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[which_is_which]

"Well well well, looks like another one has popped up!" Fred grins and saunters over to Anarion. "Made your way here alright?"

George follows his brother and winks. "Let me introduce ourselves; I'm George and this git to my right is my brother Fred."

"We're identical twins--"

"In case you didn't notice," George laughs.

"Considered to be a pair of pranksters around here."

"But it's harmless pranks, mostly."

"Yeah, mostly."

"How do you do?" They speak in unison and both extend their hands, smiling widely.

[elendilson]

To say that he is surprised is an understatement, but these two amuse him, and so he grins in return. "I am well, if a little tired, thank you. My name is Anárion."

He winks, clasping each of their hands. "Let me know if you are planning pranks, will you? I would dearly love to help you, or perhaps play one on my brother. He only just complained his life was boring."

[which_is_which]

Fred's eyes widen in delight. "You would? Brilliant! And we've just played one, but we're working on another. Got to keep everyone on their toes, idn'it?"

"We can help you with pranking your brother for sure. We've got our own shop full of stuff. Not to mention several unmentionables in our infamous back room," George winks slyly.

"Did you have anything particular in mind?" Fred rubs his chin. "Scare him? Embarass him? Change his clothes? Turn him into a giant Canary?"

[elendilson]

His eyes twinkle, for the moment his weariness is forgotten. "I must confess I like that approach... and as for Isildur..." Anárion's grin widens. "By what magic would you transform him into a bird?"