Earth
Eleniel: 17
Estel: 22
Elrond crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. He was outside in the gardens, currently standing behind a very talented ellon who he had asked to come and paint a new picture of his children to hang in the Hall of Fire. He should have known the ordeal would probably take a lot longer than the suggested two hours, and considering the amount of times Locien – for that was the artist's name – had called out for the younger elves to stop moving and actually smile, he doubted they'd finish by the end of the day.
"Dan, if you poke me one more time," Eleniel hissed, desperately trying to remain composed. Nevertheless, her once-perfect smile was visibly extremely forced, now, and she was more than ready to burst.
"It is not me!" Elladan protested, all the while not moving an inch. He and Elrohir, being the tallest, were stood behind Eleniel and Estel. The older twin's hand was resting on his sister's shoulder while the younger's was placed on the human's. The four had been there for a little over an hour, now, and were doubtlessly growing restive. Elrohir needed the toilet, Elladan was afraid to move in case of agitating the wasp resting somewhere on his back, Estel was getting hot under the afternoon sun, and Eleniel just wanted to get away from her brothers and find Miluiel.
Elrohir snorted as Eleniel slowly moved her head to look behind her and give him an intense glare when she noticed him poking her back from the corner of her eye. "Stop it, you orc!"
Locien sighed from where he was sat behind his easel and pleadingly looked up at Elrond, his paintbrush hovering in mid-air.
Elrond smiled apologetically. "Eleniel," he said firmly, raising both eyebrows once his daughter's head had spun back around to face him, "stop moving. Now."
Eleniel had the good grace to blush slightly. "Sorry, Ada. Goheno nin."
"It is my fault, Ada," Elrohir said. He looked at the distressed ellon. "My apologies, Locien."
Locien nodded and watched as Elladan placed both hands on the side of Eleniel's head and turned her around to face the easel before returning to his painting. Elrond took the time to compare the art to the reality; it really was beautiful. Locien had suggested he paint the children outside, where the sun could shine on them and the breeze could blow their hair perfectly and the beauty of the trees and everything that was Middle-earth surrounded them. What he was creating on this once-blank canvas was an exact replica of what he saw in front of him, and he could not wait to hang it in his Hall.
It obviously would not be happening for a while, however, if his children had anything to say about it.
"Ro, I said stop poking me!"
"Alright, it really was not me this time."
"Dan, then!"
"It wasn't me!"
Eleniel relented in her strained position, standing straight and unmoving, in favour of snapping her head around to face the one Elrondion who had been silent for most of the time. As expected, the human was smirking. "Estel, you-"
"Eleniel!"
The elleth's eyes widened as she turned to face her father once again, and Estel immediately broke into snickers. "Your face!" he managed between giggles, and the elleth rolled her eyes, shoving him so hard he fell over. That in itself caused both the twins to snort and immediately follow their sister into a fit of laughter.
Locien shut his eyes and silently prayed to the Valar.
Elrond made a noise of exasperation and stepped forward. "Children!" he shouted, and all four immediately silenced, lifting their heads to face their agitated father. He was crossing his arms, and his eyebrows were raised so high they doubted they could possibly get any higher. Immediately, they fell back into formation, smiles returning to their faces as though they'd never left. Nodding his head, he turned to Locien, who looked slightly shocked at how quickly his lord had been able to silence the younger elves. "Forgive them, Locien," he said. "They do not know how to listen."
"I must say, Hir nin, you have great power over them. The day my little ones listen to me as quickly as that will be the day the world ends," the artist told him with a small smile as he began painting yet again.
Elrond chuckled. "Yes, well, I have made it very clear to my little ones that if they ever disobey their adar, I will send them off to Valinor." The two ellyn laughed at that and were again thrown into silence, until-
"AH!"
All eyes darted to Elladan, who'd screamed and started jumping on the spot, rapidly hitting the side of his face.
"Elladan, what on Middle-earth are you doing?" Elrond asked with a frown, quickly moving to rush over to his eldest in fear that something had hurt him.
"The wasp!" Elladan screamed. "It's in my ear!"
Elvish used:
Ada – Dad
Goheno nin – Forgive me
Hir nin – My lord
Adar – Father