Aranhil sighed as he reread his brother's letter. He was getting tired of people nagging him to just get laid already. Why was it such a problem that he wanted to wait? He just didn't understand it. Crumpling up the offending piece of paper, he threw it into the fire. "Stupid thing." He mumbled to himself. "Why can't they just mind their own business?" He stood up from his desk and turned, casting a glance at his bed. Just because his wife wasn't in it didn't mean that they had any right to shove their noses in.

He made his way down the hall, casting a glance around for his wife. By the time he reached her room, he had determined that she was not in the hall, and no one else was going to bother him. Knocking firmly he called, "Sylvia, I'm stepping in." He usually just announced himself, and the entered during the day. He saw no reason why he could not enter if he pleased. She was his wife, so they should have no secrets. And he didn't think she'd have a reason to be undressing in the middle of the day.

He stepped into the room and glanced over it to locate her. "I'm going to send my brother a letter and tell him to stay out of our bed, or I'll make sure he can't have fun in his own." He muttered angrily. "And that if he still insists on annoying me, I'm going to have your maid brought back here, and he has to stay with the elves for the next century!"

I almost forgot. Aranhil then merrily road his segway off a cliff.