Plants
Eleniel: 6
Estel: 11
"One for you," little Eleniel said as she proudly placed a crown of daises on her father's ducked head.
Elrond smiled and leant forward to kiss his daughter's cheek. "Thank you, tithen fileg," he said.
It was a beautiful day, and the Lord of Imladris had decided to take a picnic into the forest while his parents-in-law were visiting. He watched with a smile as Eleniel moved down the line, crowning her brothers, Glorfindel, Erestor, Arwen, and her grandparents. Estel had pushed the flowers away, proclaiming that he was a boy and boys didn't wear crowns, to which the ellyn in the group had proudly shown him what was on their heads, reminding him that they wore circlets, and so boys did wear crowns, and then smirking as Estel shrugged and accepted his sister's flower crown.
"Thank you, sweet one," Celeborn said as he drew the smiling elfling onto his lap and rested his chin on top of her head as she snuggled against his chest, relishing in her family's compliments and praise about how well she had made the crowns, linking the flowers' stems together just like Arwen and Galadriel had shown her.
"Hannon le, Daerada," Eleniel said, looking at her father for approval that she had said the words right. Elrond nodded, mouthing the words 'mae carnen' in response. His daughter was definitely improving in learning the tongue of her people.
"Valar, no… no, go away!"
The elves quickly turned in the direction of Elladan, who was now standing and running bare-foot along the grass, frantically waving at his head.
"What is it?" Arwen asked, slight concern lacing her voice as she watched her brother.
"There is a- Valar, get out- there is a wasp in my hair!"
Everyone immediately laughed, including Eleniel watching from her grandfather's arms, giggles pouring from her mouth.
"Don't laugh!" the older twin said before he turned a pleading gaze on Glorfindel. "Please get it out."
Glorfindel rose an eyebrow. "Why me?"
"Oh, come on," Erestor said, "you defeated a balrog, and yet you are afraid to get a wasp out of Elladan's hair?"
Glorfindel frowned. "I am not afraid!" he scoffed, before sighing and heaving himself up to his feet. "It is just so. Much. Effort."
"I will help you, Dan!" Eleniel shouted, making a move to stand up, but Celeborn wrapped a hand around her small waist and pulled her back down. "Hold on, tithen pen. Little elflings may get stung if they try to get a wasp out of their brother's hair," he said with a laugh, before leaning down to whisper in his granddaughter's pointed ear, "best leave it to the professionals."
But something told Celeborn, as he watched Glorfindel suddenly draw his hand back with a startled yelp, that maybe wasp-catching wasn't a profession of his.
Elvish used:
Tithen fileg – Little bird
Hannon le, Daerada – Thank you, Grandad
Mae carnen – Well done
Tithen pen – Little one
I love little Eleniel so much, ohmygosh! Who's with me? ~ Gre3nleaf