Monsters
Lightning flashed, lighting up the room and glancing off the golden hair of the child sitting straight up in bed. Blue eyes were wide, one small hand was pressed over pursed lips as though the child was attempting to muffle a cry. As the thunder roared, the little one whimpered and slid out of bed.
Padding through the halls, he came to the door of his parents' bedroom and slipped in. Tugging at the bedcovers, he whimpered as another streak of lighting flashed.
'What is it, Glorfindel?' White arms reached down and pulled the trembling child onto the bed.
Wrapping his arms around his mother, Glorfindel whimpered into her shoulder. 'The monsters 'neath my bed are growling at the light, Nana.'
Lauriel smiled into her son's hair. 'There are no monsters, sweet one. I believe a Vala must have missed his or her dinner, and they are now looking for some food.'
Thunder crashed outside, and Glorfindel sniffled. 'I think whoever it was must have missed their lunch, too,' he whispered. 'Because their stomach is rumbling very loudly.'
A/N: I forgot to mention that this drabble takes place in Valinor, not in Middle-earth. Just in case any of you were confused!