In Need of a Cold Shower (гет)

Elrond slowed down until he was abreast with Seregeithon, their snowshoes crunching with every wide step. “I am skilled in ósanwë,” the young half-elf whispered to the older man. “I doubt it is intentional, nor do I think our companion can sense it as keenly as I. Yet you emit a ...feeling, is the term that I must use, whenever you stare at Lady Helcerían.” Elrond hesitated, and Seregeithon thought back fondly of the child that he and his commander rescued from the Kinslayers. “Like a bull elk in rut. It’s distracting.”