Wayward
Eleniel: 4
Estel: 9
"Ada-"
"Ada-"
"Please-"
"Help us-"
"Catch-"
"Her-"
"Please-"
"Please."
Elrond sat up straighter in his chair, Estel curled up on his lap, as his twin sons burst into the Hall of Fire, interrupting his and Lindir's conversation. They looked quite a sight with their raven hair pulled back into long braids, sleeves rolled up, and splotches of water staining their clothing from head-to-toe.
"What is it?" he asked, raising both eyebrows as the twins leant into each other, panting heavily.
"Eleniel," Elrohir said simply, and that was all it took for Elrond to change quickly into protective-parent mode.
"What is wrong? Where is Eleniel?"
Elladan quickly put both hands up, showing his father that he did not need to worry. "We were getting her ready for her bath," he began to explain, "but, well, you know how she does not like baths very much…"
The older Peredhel sighed and leant back into his seat, running a hand through Estel's short hair. "She has run off again?"
The twins nodded. "Naked," Elladan added with a grim smile.
Elrond immediately groaned and stood up, handing Estel over to Lindir who smiled knowingly.
"Excuse me, Lindir," the elf lord apologised, "I must go and find my wayward daughter."