Hatred

Eleniel: 14

Estel: 19

"Blunt the knives and bend the forks-" came the sweet voice of Eleniel Peredhel as she walked down the corridor, quietly singing the song her friend Bilbo had taught her when he had last visited- "smash the bottles and burn the corks, chip the glasses and crack the plates-"

"That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!"

Eleniel jumped as a new voice finished her song for her. She widened her eyes, a huge smile appearing on her face when a very familiar blond warrior appeared from around the corner and grabbed her in his arms, immediately bending down to nuzzle her neck with his nose.

"Fin, no!" she giggled, pushing at Glorfindel's smiling face.

The elf lord lifted his head and kissed the elf's cheek before freeing her. "Will you not let me give you-"

"Do not even say it," Eleniel said, holding her hand up immediately.

"Neck nuzzles?"

Eleniel groaned and put her face in her hands, cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "Those are for elflings!"

Glorfindel raised an eyebrow. "Are you not an elfling?"

"Do I look like an elfling?"

"Is this sass that I hear?" The two of them to see Estel walking towards them.

"It would appear so," Glorfindel told him, crossing his arms, "Eleniel tells me she is too old for neck nuzzles."

"Don't say it again!" Eleniel groaned in annoyance.

Estel let out a huge laugh and grabbed his sister in a hug. "Glorfindel, you are embarrassing our little El!"

"I'm not little," came the muffled yet clearly indignant response.

"Ah, of course not," Estel said, before shuddering. "Do not fear. The twins and I also had to suffer through those, too. You are lucky Erestor hasn't tried yet… he is better at them than you would think."

"I hate them," Eleniel said, glaring at Glorfindel, who smirked in response.

"Only because you're too sensitive for your own good," the balrog-slayer told her with a raised eyebrow, laughing when the elleth turned her face into her brother's chest to hide her smile.

"A-ha! And you know it, too!" He laughed, slowly moving closer.

"Get away from me!" Eleniel squealed before pushing away from her brother and running off down the corridor, screaming something or other about torture and enemies in the House.

Glorfindel and Estel would definitely have a story to tell in the Hall of Fire tonight.

And Eleniel would be sitting as far away from them as possible.