*colors a little pinkly* *with the ease of an oft-used retort (and yes, they're both well-aware of the irony)* Shut up, Ethan.
*to Ecthelion* I think you guys should totally spar sometime. And sell tickets. *grabs a cushion and pitches it at his brother* We'd be in the front row. I remember the couple of times we caught Glorfindel sparring with Erestor—it was ree-diculous. *waves a hand* I mean, you just didn't see anyone else move that fast, ever. There were some pretty good swordsmen in the valley, but not like that.