Failed Attempt

Eleniel and Miluiel: 15

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Miluiel asked as she looked nervously at her best friend.

Eleniel grinned. "Of course!" she assured her, before turning back to what she had been looking at before.

The two ellith were crouched behind a bush in the gardens of Imladris, hidden by the green leaves. Their eyes were fixed on Glorfindel, who was deep in conversation with Lord Elrond by the water fountain, arms crossed firmly over his chest and eyebrows furrowed.

Miluiel frowned. "You want to do this with your ada there?"

"He doesn't scare me, Mil," Eleniel said with a roll of her eyes.

"Well, he scares me…" The two started giggling uncontrollably.

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Eleniel whispered as she got ready to stand up. The other elleth frantically shook her head, staying exactly where she was as her best friend got to her feet and cautiously started walking towards her victim. The Peredhel couldn't help the smirk that made its way onto her lips as she silently continued on. Heart beating wildly, she thought over what she was about to do.

Maybe pushing the balrog-slayer into the water fountain was a bad idea.

Shaking her head, she pushed those thoughts out of her mind; she would be fine.

Or not.

As soon as the young elf was close enough to her father and Glorfindel, she ran the last distance and pushed with all her strength at the ellon's waist.

But, unfortunately, she had completely forgotten that this elf was a strong, muscled, tall balrog-slayer who she was absolutely no match against.

Glorfindel barely moved an inch.

"Eleniel?" he asked as he turned to look down at the elleth, one eyebrow raised.

"Oh…" Eleniel's eyes began to widen as she stepped back quickly and immediately started to smile as sweetly as possible. "Very sorry, Fin, Ada… I- um… slipped."

Elrond, who looked just as confused as his friend, turned his head sharply at the sound of incessant giggling, grey eyes catching sight of Miluiel, who ducked down once she saw him staring her way. Chuckling, he turned back to his daughter.

"Eleniel Peredhel, you did not just try and push the balrog-slayer into the water fountain," he stated.

Eleniel felt her cheeks grow red as Glorfindel raised his other eyebrow, a very threatening glint in his blue eyes. "No!" she said rather quickly.

The blond turned and perched his arms on his hips, a smile growing on his lips. "Did you?" he asked.

"No…" the elleth told him a little less confidently.

Glorfindel sighed, but that playful spark was still in his eyes as he turned to look at Elrond. "What do you think, Elrond? Should I punish your daughter for what she… failed to do to me?"

The Lord of Rivendell laughed. "It is what I would do, my friend."

"Of course," Glorfindel said with a curt nod. He turned to Eleniel and cracked his knuckles. "I shall give you until the count of five before I run after you, catch you, and- well. You will see."

Eleniel wasted no time in shrieking before racing off.

Yes. Pushing the balrog-slayer into the water fountain was definitely a bad idea.