Summary: These are a series of drabbles written for the Mellon Fic 100 Challenge on the mellon chronicles group.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, sue me and find yourself poor as well.
A/N: The majority if not all of these drabbles will be AU.
Chapter 34 (Safety)
Estel wandered through the house, sulking. twice already he had been chastised for doing something he thought was perfectly safe.
That morning he had woken up to the sound of a horse coming into the courtyard. Estel has jumped from his bed and took off running down the hall, still in his nightclothes. Glorfindel had stopped him as he reached the top of the stairs, telling him it was not safe to run about the house in his nightshirt.
Estel had mumbled why, but that had only gotten him a lecture on how unsafe it had been, about catching a cold, or about falling down because he was running.
The second lecture about safety had been at lunch. Estel had been playing with his food and then at the mention of going to the archery range had started shoveling the food in big heaps. Elrond had then lectured Estel on the safety of not gulping down his food, or he might choke.
Estel had been lectured so long that he had missed going to the archery field and was now moping about the house. All the adults seemed to do these days he thought was lecture him on something or other about safety. He was tired of everyone telling him these things. Knowing he had nothing else to do, he went into his room, but soon got bored.
His father was downstairs in a meeting with Erestor and Glorfindel, and Estel was bored. Going into his father's study, Estel took a book down and started to read the story his father often read to him, when he had time, but soon his eyes grew weary and he fell asleep.
It was several hours later when Estel stirred, feeling a slight chill in the room. Grabbing the white blanket off the back of the chair, Estel snuggled down underneath its warmth and fell back to sleep.
Estel didn't hear the running feet of the advisor as he came into the room, searching for the document that Elrond had sent him for. It was as Erestor was shuffling through the papers in the drawers of the desk that Estel stirred in the chair, the blanket falling over his face as he stood.
"Erestor," he whispered, and that set off the chain of events. The advisor lifted his head from the drawers he was searching through, and immediately his heart began to beat in his chest. The advisor of Imladris feared ghosts, although no one knew.
Erestor shrieked, a most unbecoming noise for one of the eldar, and took off running from the room. Estel followed, his feet stumbling over the large blanket. He remembered not to run, but saw that Erestor was in fact running down the hall, almost to the stairs.
"Erestor!" he shouted, though it sounded odd through the blanket, sounding more like a groan than anything else. The advisor's attention was momentarily taken away, and he turned just as his foot hit the stairs, sending him rolling to the bottom.
Estel stood at the top of the stairs and screamed, his small footsteps coming down the stairs after the advisor. Erestor not really thinking straight tried to get away from what he thought was a specter coming for him. He ran as fast as he could, straight into the kitchen, and the cook.
The three layer chocolate cake the cook had been carrying promptly landed on Erestor sending him to the floor covered in it. This is how not only Estel but also Elrond found him. It was then that Erestor looked up, and saw that it had only been Estel, with a white blanket, not the ghost he had feared.
"Erestor what has come over you?" Elrond asked of his normally prim and proper advisor. It was Estel however who answered.
"Ada, he ran down the hall, and that made him trip on the stairs and then he was running again, and hit the cook, and ruined the cake. You should really tell him all about the rules of safety in the house." Estel felt justified in the small glare he was now giving the cake covered Erestor.
Elrond burst into laughter. "I shall leave that task to you Estel, and do not skip anything."
Elrond continued to chuckle as he walked away, hearing his advisor being lectured by a six year old on the safety of rules.