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Elladan watched Elrohir dancing, focusing only on them the rest of the room was a mere blur. Elrohir was certainly profficient to say the least, he demanded admiration. But, thought Elladan, so do I. He smiled to himself. This ever ongoing battle to better the other had been going on since they were young, from climbing trees to mastering the sword. As the years went by the brothers accepted that somethings they were better at and some weaker. Yet dancing was not one of them.
He walked up to his brother and slapped him on the back, "You dance well brother, how about a contest - you versus I and.....the rangers can decide who wins?" He miled to himself and knew that Elrohir would accept the challenge.
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