Celebrian asked her sons. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” From both at once, then Elladan said, “I moved her things to clean the workroom.”
Elrohir said: “She thought I moved them because I was in the room when she came looking, but I did not know where they were. We were not picking on her.”
“Why did you bring this to me?”
Elrohir opened the door. In the middle of the passage stood Arwen, a picture of the fury of an offended Elf-princess with a glare that would melt a dragon’s scales.
“That is very impressive for a four year old.” Celebrian thought.