He had grabbed a chair. It was old made from wood and the armrests where a bit discoloured from the friction. He didn't mind as he sat down, right next to his brother. No one could see him but still he felt uncomfortable. As he looked the sleeping elf so many words, so many memories started tangling in his mind.
He opened his lips, he wanted to say something, he had to since he was the one that asked to be first. He shouldn't be wasting that much time but the truth was that it took him two hours to find the strength to start talking.
