Eight

            “You will be eight tomorrow,” Elladan reminded the child.  “Your uncle will be here tomorrow to take part in your birthday feast.”

            It was one of the differences between himself and his Elven brothers, that they celebrated their begetting days, while he celebrated the anniversary of his birth instead.  “Will any others come with him?” Estel asked.

            “Perhaps your Aunt Anneth as well.  It’s been several years since she last visited.”

            “Just be careful not to fall asleep at the table as you did last year,” warned Elrohir.

            Estel groaned.  No, they weren’t about to let him forget that embarrassment!