Pet
Estel: 5
"Where's he gone? El'nel, you seen him?"
Erestor raised an eyebrow at the little boy who burst into his study.
"Estel?" he asked. "What are you doing?"
"Lookin' for it, Restor."
The advisor turned to the baby in his arms, spooning another mixture of baby food and bringing it up to her mouth.
"Looking for what, tithen pen?"
"My pet."
"Your pet?" Erestor wiped the corner of Eleniel's mouth with her blanket and looked intently at Estel, who was now on his hands and knees and searching underneath the chair he was sat on.
"Uh-huh," the boy confirmed. "Wiggly's lost."
"Excuse me?"
"Wiggly. My cat'pillar."
Erestor almost clenched his fists in frustration. Had that boy really brought in another one of the animals he had found in the garden?
Sighing, he shifted the elfling in his arms and glared at Estel. "Estel, I do not think it is in here. But please, find it-"
"Him, Restor."
"Him, then. Please find him before someone else does-"
"ESTEL!"
The two froze as Elrohir's – or was it Elladan? They sounded very similar when they were screaming – shout echoed throughout the house.
Estel looked at the advisor with wide eyes before jumping up and rushing out of the room, a muffled "bye, Restor!" reaching the elf's ears.
Erestor sighed as the door slammed shut. He looked at the baby in his arms. "Whatever will we do with him, hm?"
Elvish used:
Tithen pen – Little one
Just to make things a bit clearer, no, my Daeron isn't the minstrel from Doriath! Truth be told, I'd never heard of him before I chose this name. But yes, Daeron is the son of a warrior and friend of Glorfindel's… any guesses? ;) (Shush, Lin!) ~ Gre3nleaf