Fickle
Eleniel: 12
Raunion: 19
"Nana?"
Eleniel turned at the sound of her daughter's voice, and smiled at the small head peeking around the corner of her room.
"Yes, Eruanna?" she asked, walking towards the girl.
"I wanted to ask something…"
Eleniel nodded, waiting for the young elleth to speak.
"I was wondering if you could help me decide which dress to wear for Erestor's begetting-day feast tonight. I keep changing my mind," the girl said a little hesitantly.
Eleniel laughed, taking her daughter's hand in hers. "Of course, my fickle one."
"What does that mean?"
"Fickle? It means that you change your mind a lot and cannot easily decide on one thing. You are exactly like your ada in that."
Eruanna smiled as she and her mother walked down the hallway towards her room, but it slowly faded. "I miss him," she said quietly, and Eleniel frowned. Daeron had been in Gondor with the twins, Glorfindel, and Feredir for two months, now, and, although it was very surprising - and quite nice, actually - how quiet the house was with them all gone, they were missed terribly.
"I know, 'Anna, I miss him, too. But the party is due to return in a couple weeks time, and hopefully they will not be gone as long as this in the future."
The girl perked up at that news. The two reached her room and walked in, stopping at the door at the sight of Raunion looking through some dresses which had been laid out on the bed.
The ellon turned and smiled. "Ah. There are my two favourite people on Middle-earth!"
Eleniel rolled her eyes, punching her son lightly on the shoulder before walking towards the bed. "What are you doing here, Rau?"
"I was asked to help pick out a dress for tonight."
Eleniel frowned slightly. "As was I."
Raunion rose both eyebrows, eerily reminding his mother of her father, and turned to his sister. "Surely you do not need the help of two people?" he asked.
Eruanna stood fidgeting with her hands, and her gaze dropped to her boots. Eleniel smiled. "We are not angry with you, iell nin."
The young elf breathed a small sigh of relief at that, before she looked at her brother. "I saw you training earlier and thought that maybe you had forgotten that you were meant to help me choose a dress… so I asked Nana instead."
Raunion laughed and swung his sister into his arms, placing a kiss on the top of her dark hair. "Oh, you silly girl! You did not think I would be training all day, did you? Of course I did not forget!"
"So I was your back-up plan?" Eleniel asked playfully, and her daughter giggled.
Eruanna smiled, nuzzling her head into the crook of Raunion's neck. "Sorry," she mumbled, giggling when her older brother poked her in the side.
"There is nothing to be sorry for, tithen muinthel," he said.
"Nothing to be sorry for? Surely my own daughter would have sought me out before her brother when she has trouble with fashion!" Eleniel protested, and Raunion gasped, holding a hand to his heart.
"Are you saying I have no fashion sense, Nana?" he asked. "Valar! You wound me."
Eleniel rolled her eyes, but a smile graced her lips as her son leaned forward and kissed her cheek.
"Well," she said happily, "let us choose a dress. I think you should wear this one, 'Anna. It matches your eyes."
Raunion shook his head. "This one is nicer. It was a gift from Erestor, after all, and it is his begetting-day."
Eleniel frowned. "But this one was a gift from myself and your ada."
"But Ada is not here."
"Well, if you had not realised, your nana is!"
The ellon laughed and set his sister down, holding his dress up against her. "Now. Does that not look beautiful?"
Eleniel pursed her lips for a moment before sighing. "It does. Alright, I cannot decide between mine and yours, Rau."
Here, Eruanna grinned. "Stop being so fickle, Nana!"
Elvish used:
Nana – Mum/Mummy
Ada – Dad/Daddy
Daerada – Grandad
Iell nin – My daughter
Tithen muinthel – Little sister
I swear, our El hasn't changed from that stubborn, yet loveable teenager we all know her as, has she?! ~ Gre3nleaf