Battle By the Fountain
Ecthelion's dark hair was plastered to his forehead. Silver eyes glared out from beneath lowered eyebrows, gleaming with malice and ill will. His cloak hung heavy around his shoulders, and water from the King's Fountain ran down his face in tiny rivulets.
"This is not funny, Glorfindel."
But Glorfindel's practice sword was lying on the ground where he had dropped it, and the golden Elf was doubled over. "Lord of the Fountain… indeed!"
Try as he might, Ecthelion could hardly resist his friend's mirth, and the sparring match ended as it usually did, with both friends dissolved in helpless laughter.
A birthday drabble for Kenaz on HASA