The Lion and the Mouse
Eleniel: 17
The sun had barely risen, but the birds were beginning to sing outside, and that was enough for the two daughters of Lord Elrond.
"We must be quiet," Arwen said in a hushed voice as she and her younger sister reached the balrog-slayer's room.
Eleniel nodded excitedly, watching as she reached out for the door handle and gently pushed it down. They walked in, shutting the door quietly behind them, and looked at the huge lump on the bed in the room.
Glorfindel always slept very tidily, lying on his back, blue eyes closed just that small bit, loose golden hair fanned out on the cream pillow beneath him and around his shoulders. He didn't snore, but soft breaths escaped him, indicating to the two ellith that he was deep in sleep.
"You go ahead," Arwen said, stepping back and smiling at her sister.
"Me? He'll kill me!"
"Exactly! I do not want to be on the famed balrog-slayer's bad side, tithen muinthel. You, on the other hand, are already there, so I do not think this will change much."
Eleniel growled at her innocently grinning sister but nevertheless turned and crept silently towards the bed, smirking as she saw her prey right in front of her. She was the lion, and he was the mouse. The unsuspecting, vulnerable, stupid mou-
She paused, legs bent to jump onto the elf, when a barely audible growl sounded from her so-called 'unsuspecting' prey. She turned around, eyes wide, and stared at Arwen.
Suddenly, a very audible roar was heard, and Glorfindel sat up quickly in bed, reaching out to grab Eleniel.
The girl squealed and swiftly dodged his hands, running to hide behind her sister.
Glorfindel had hair plastered all over his face, but both ellith could easily see the menacing blue eyes beneath his golden mane.
"Good morning, Glorfindel!" Arwen chirped happily.
"Good morning to you too, Arwen," the balrog-slayer said, though his eyes were fixed on the young elf hiding behind her. "What, may I ask, are you doing in here? You weren't exactly being very quiet."
"We are sorry, but-" Here, Arwen pushed her protesting sister out in front of her- "Eleniel simply wished to see you this morning and give you a good morning hug."
Glorfindel smiled. "Really? I had the impression she was about to jump on me and wake me up in a manner she knows I will retaliate in. And I couldn't help but think that you, Lady Arwen, were encouraging her."
Arwen tilted her head sweetly to the side. "You must have thought wrong, dear Glorfindel. We, the innocent daughters of Elrond, would never even dream of doing that. Right, Eleniel?"
Eleniel nodded. "Right," she agreed, but she couldn't help the nervous laugh which escaped her lips afterwards.
Glorfindel sighed, swinging his legs over the side of his bed and straightening his night tunic. He looked pitifully at Arwen. "I suppose you are too old for me to put over my shoulder and throw into the fountain?"
Arwen frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "Very much so! And if you even try, then I swear to Eru…"
Glorfindel chuckled before turning his eyes onto Eleniel. "You, on the other hand…"
"I am too old as well! Don't you dare!" the younger elleth protested, walking backwards into her sister as the blond warrior slowly advanced.
"You will never be too old, Eleniel," Glorfindel told her with a smirk.
Eleniel turned to Arwen. "If you help me, I will give you all of my strawberries tonight at dinner."
Arwen seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding with a grin, grabbing her sister's hand, and bolting out of the door, Glorfindel close on their tail.
Nothing could beat extra strawberries.
Elvish used:
Tithen muinthel – Little sister
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