Clouds

Elladan and Elrohir: 6

"That one looks like a rabbit!"

"And that looks like Asfaloth!"

Elrond and Celebrian smiled warmly as they watched their two precious sons lying on their backs on the ground, staring up at the clouds as they floated across the blue sky. The sun was shining down on them, and the peredhel and his wife couldn't have been happier.

"Celebrian," came a new voice, and both heads turned, seeing Glorfindel walk up the path towards them, "a letter from your parents has been delivered for you."

The lady of Rivendell smiled, nodding her thanks as she took the letter from the balrog-slayer, who plonked himself down on the grass next to her seat, stretching his legs out and closing his eyes as the sun's rays beat down on him, making his golden hair shine.

He really was beautiful, and Celebrian meant it as she looked at the warrior.

She didn't mean it in a romantic way, of course not, but her friend really was a stunning elf. She even often heard Elrond complaining about it to Erestor on occasions, cursing his 'beautifulness' and jokingly asking Eru why he didn't look like that as well.

"Hey! That one looks like an ugly warg."

Her sons' cloud-watching soon brought the elleth out of her thoughts, and she smiled again at the twins, pointing up at the clouds in the sky.

"Really? I thought it looked like Glorfindel."

Celebrian bit her lip to contain her laugh as she saw the balrog-slayer's eyes fly open.

Good job, boys.