For the LiveJournal tolkien_weekly "Water: Puddles" challenge.
Reports from Tharbad, Mirkwood, Rhosgobel; no sign that the Nazgul have done aught but flee broken back to Sauron. And yet I am loath to move, until…
A soft knock; as Erestor enters with a half-bow, Elrond catches sight through the doorway of two dripping wet, dark-haired figures. His heart leaps.
"The last of the scouts are in, my lord; your sons have returned."
"The sons of Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir, were the last to return; they had made a great journey, passing down the Silverlode into a strange country, but of their errand they would not speak to any save to Elrond." (LoTR Book 2, Ch 3, The Ring Goes South.)