Commander Ararad's Tent

Many were the things of war that had dulled the spirit of the younger of the twins of House High-Leaf; no one questioned when Sila-rond, long seen as the weaker of heart of the sons of Brilluin, took ease under their garrison commander's wing and personal lessons within his quarter during the March's rest in Imladris. Whatever lessons the Dúnedan man called Ararad gave the elf-youth, they turned the gentle Sila-rond into a stern and cool soldier.

Where once the boy cringed at wounds brought to him for healing, he excelled at acting quickly, and no one questioned how so he became so good at cutting off his mind from what happened under his hands.  Where once he offered easy sickness at the notion of violence, he soon became grim and systematic with Ararad's guidance, and no one questioned bychance how he gained such inundation to cruelty.

Sila-rond never surpassed his brother Silaviele's skill with the blade however, and one wonders if perhaps Silaviele would be still living if he had followed his brother's example and taken advantage of the commander's exclusive counsul.

No one questioned.