Stuck
"But ada….." Elladan whined holding onto the hem of his fathers grey court robes with a grip surprisingly strong for his size. Elrond slowed down, realising that he had been dragging his son across the floor. Even though it had been for several minutes, the child did not seem even slightly phased by it. Instead the elfling's arms now had a painfully tight death grip on his lower leg.
"Elladan get off my robes please! I will be late for council." Once again he tried and failed to prise the child from him, but this only resulted in him holding on tighter. What a picture he made a mighty elven warrior of the second age, defeated by a twenty five year old elfling. He heaved a sigh and prayed to Eru that no-one would pass them in the corridor. The orcs, he knew for sure would laugh themselves to death if they saw him now.
"I'm bored now!" Elladan announced giggling, then suddenly he left go and skipped away. No doubt to annoy someone else. Elrond stared in shock at the retreating back of his eldest son, Elladan Elrondion, and sighed.
"Elflings!"