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A/N: This was originally going to be based on the 'Sunset' prompt, which is why it mentions it a lot, I supposed. But then I realised that I'd actually already written a drabble for that prompt, so I quickly decided that 'Far-fetched' kinda fits it... (when Elrond doesn't believe Eleniel). Thanks. Enjoy!

Far-fetched

Eleniel: 14

"You are up early."

Eleniel jumped, head spinning around as she came face-to-face with her father. She smiled. "I couldn't sleep."

Elrond nodded, walking forward to sit next to his daughter on the balcony. The sun was just beginning to rise, the whole of Rivendell enveloped in a dark pink light.

"Are you alright?" he asked gently, stretching his legs out in front of him.

Eleniel nodded. She grabbed the corners of the blanket she had brought outside with her and wrapped it tighter around herself, bringing her knees up to her chest, a distant look on her face.

Elrond smiled knowingly. "Are you alright?"

Eleniel looked at him, opening her mouth to answer. Elrond rose both eyebrows at this, knowing what was about to come out of her mouth. "Tell me the truth," he said.

Her shoulders slumped and she pouted. "Do you have some magical power that lets you know exactly when someone isn't telling the truth, or am I just a horrible liar?"

The elf lord laughed, reaching out and pulling his daughter in front of him. "Neither," he said, "I just know my little star very well. Now, what is the matter?"

The elleth stayed silent for a while, resting her head against her father's chest and staring out into the woods opposite the Last Homely House. "When are they coming back?"

Elrond glanced down at Eleniel before looking back up again. "Soon, little one."

The twins and Estel were on a patrol, though they had been gone for longer than usual, visiting a human settlement nearby to Rivendell that had been reporting orc sightings close to them. It had been two months, and the elleth was getting tired waiting for her brothers to return.

"How soon?" she asked tiredly, yawning as she nestled closer to her father and pulled the warm blanket further up to her chin.

Elrond gently stroked the blonde hair before raising his head and watching the sun continue to rise in the distance.

"Soon, little one, I promise. Soon."