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Eleniel: 17

Estel: 22

Lord Elrond had been travelling with his sons, youngest daughter, Erestor, Glorfindel, Feredir, and some other warriors all day, and had finally decided to stop and set up camp for the night. They were on their way to Lothlorien, paying a long overdue visit to Arwen, Galadriel and Celeborn.

The twins and Estel laughed as Eleniel plonked herself down on her blanket and crossed her arms over her chest, scowling.

"What a horrible look to have on your beautiful face!" Elrond said with a faint smile as he walked past his daughter, placing his own blanket on the ground next to the elleth's.

Eleniel ignored her father, instead choosing to turn and glare at her brothers. If looks could kill, they would be dead, and Elrond saw this. "Excuse me," he said, frowning as his daughter turned her deathly glare on him. "I would thank you not look at your adar like that."

At the tone of the elf lord's voice and the way one of his dark brows had risen, her glare faltered, and she groaned as she fell dramatically forward.

Elrond rolled his eyes and moved towards her, gathering her in his arms. "What is the matter?" he asked.

"She is grumpy. That is the matter," Elladan told his father as he and his brothers walked over to their father and sister, all of them wearing identical smirks.

"Shut up," came Eleniel's muffled voice from where her face was buried in her father's cloak, and Elrond pinned a disapproving look on his eldest before turning back to the child in his arms. "I can see she is grumpy, but I would like to know the reason."

At this, Elladan, Elrohir and Etstel let out peals of laughter. Elrond stared at them in confusion. "I do not find this very amusing," he said. Elrohir sat down and leant forward to whisper into his father's ear.

"Sitting on a horse all day when you are not used to it is not exactly… comfortable, Ada," he said, and a look of realisation dawned on Elrond's face.

Smiling, he looked down at Eleniel and kissed her blonde head. "I will make you a tea to ease the pain," he said quietly, so that only his daughter could hear.

"Thank you, Ada," Eleniel said, gently crawling towards Elladan and falling into his arms with a whimper once her father had stood up to make the drink.

The older twin smiled and stroked his sister's hair. "Poor little El with her sore-"

"Shut up, Elladan!"