A Book
Eleniel: 14
"What are you doing?" Eleniel asked as she practically threw herself onto her father's bed, grinning up at the elf lord from where he was sat against the headboard.
"Reading," Elrond replied idly.
"What are you reading?"
"A book."
Eleniel rolled her eyes. "I can see that. I am not stupid, Ada."
"I did not say you were."
"You implied it."
"If you say so, Eleniel."
The elleth rolled onto her stomach and looked at her father. She had brought him that book for Yule a month ago after Elrohir had suggested he might like it, and he had started reading it the week before. It was a large book, but the elf had almost finished it, and seemed incredibly hooked on it. He had not put it down since he had started it, and Eleniel was beginning to wish she had never gotten it for him!
"Adaaaaaa."
"Yes, little one?"
"I am boooooooored."
"Just a moment."
"Just a moment until what?"
"Just a moment until I finish this book, put it down, and can teach you a lesson about interrupting your ada when he is in the middle of a good story…" At this, Elrond lowered it slightly, and raised an eyebrow at his daughter.
Eleniel's eyes widened, and with a squeak, she jumped off the bed and ran out, thundering down the hallway.
Ah, Elrond thought with a small satisfactory smile, peace again.