(i need to paint this piece of gold, EHEHEHHE!)

the healer

"What becomes the father will not always become the son. He is no warrior, he wishes to heal what is broken. There is no shame in that. "

the archer

"Rashness and folly travel in his wake, and you think he is unlike his father? But a better man I do not know."

the warrior

"She may look gentle as her mother, the last of the Light elves, but do not trust that. The venom of vipers runs through her veins; anger her, she will strike." 

the archer

the warrior

the healer

Vali came forwards and laid a hand across his face, less affectionately then she ever had.

"You dare to come back to me..."

He looked at her as he had when she tossed a serpent into his bathing water, so long ago.

 "...smelling like that."

Stunned relief swept over his features.

"It's been seven days since I washed."

Vali's mouth dropped open.

"Mother would kill you."

"If you speak of this to father I will kill you."

The firstborn of the two whirled upon her brother, sending him toppling to the stable floor and placed her blade against his chest, a leather clad foot containing him there.

Narvi gave her smirked return from his uncomfortable position.

"I don't think you would, sister..."

"Oh, do try me."