There is mistletoe above their heads. Well, th…

There is mistletoe above their heads. Well, these foolish things mean nothing. It must be a twins’ trick, just an innocent joke. Young noldoran laughs shyly, and so his fire-haired cousin does. The evening dusk is cosy in the fireplace hall, dinner almost ended.

Of course it’s foolish. They need no mistletoe to kiss each other after the feast.