Retaliation
Eleniel: 14
Estel: 19
"Ada, can Miluiel and I take a ride in the forest after breakfast?"
Elrond put down his glass and looked at his daughter.
It was morning, and the elf lord and his family were sat around the table, eating their breakfast. Eleniel had had a friend sleep over the previous night, and the two of them had been silently conversing before she had asked him her question.
"Alone?" Glorfindel asked, raising an eyebrow.
Eleniel had to refrain herself from rolling her eyes. "Miluiel and I are mature-"
Elladan clapped his hand over his mouth as he accidentally let loose a laugh.
Eleniel glared at him before turning back to her father. "Please?"
"No," Elrond said with a knowing smile. They had had this conversation too many times.
"I will go with them," Elrohir said. He looked at the almost disgusted expression on his sister's face and put his hands up. "I promise to stay as far away from you as possible."
Eleniel looked at Miluiel. "Is this acceptable for us?"
Miluiel sat straight and gave a brisk nod. "I suppose it will have to do," she said, and the two of them broke into giggles.
"Not too far away, I hope," Elrond said.
Eleniel looked at her friend. "Over-protective old elf," she whispered, and the two of them fell over laughing again.
However, Elrond had heard this. He lifted his head up and narrowed his eyes, glaring at his daughter while knowing she couldn't see him. Suddenly, a smirk grew on his face, and he turned to Elrohir. "Make sure you bring them back before dark so myself and Erestor can finish Eleniel's bedtime story."
Eleniel looked at her father. "What bedtime story?" she asked confusedly.
"The one about the princesses and the magical tower that you get told every night before you go to bed," Elladan said, catching onto what his father was doing.
Miluiel giggled before looking at her glaring friend and turning away, trying in vain to muffle them.
"I do not know what you are talking about."
"Ah, well," Glorfindel said, "at least be home in time for me to tuck you into bed."
"Fin!" Eleniel all but shrieked, cheeks flushing red. "You never do that!"
"Make sure Fluffy the stuffed rabbit gets tucked in, too!" Estel piped up from where he was sitting next to Erestor, who was trying in vain not to smile.
"I don't have a stuffed toy!" Eleniel insisted, face now red hot as she heard low laughs coming from the warriors on a different table.
Elrohir placed a hand on his heart and looked remorsefully at his little sister. "You would dare say that about Fluffy? He would be distraught could he hear you now."
"Elrohir!" Eleniel growled, and she stood from the table.
Elrond chuckled and put his hand up. "Alright, alright. Sit down, Eleniel."
The elleth did as she was told and turned an accusing gaze on Miluiel, who had a huge smile on her face and tears in her eyes.
"Ada, tell them none of it was true!"
"Eleniel does not have bedtime stories, she does not get tucked in, and she does not have a stuffed rabbit named Fluffy," he said, addressing the whole room.
"Thank you," Eleniel said, picking up a slice of toast from her plate.
"What she does get, is a big kiss from her favourite warrior!"
"FIN!"