Dreams and Fantasies

Eleniel: 15

Eleniel groaned quietly as she heard someone call her name and then brightness fill the room as the curtains were opened. She closed her eyes and ducked under the covers, trying to get back to sleep.

"Eleniel."

There was that annoying voice again. Why couldn't she just sleep?

"Wake up."

The elleth flinched as she felt something akin to a spider crawl up her leg, lingering at her knee for a while before gently squeezing.

She quickly brought her legs up to her chest and groaned. "Leave me 'lone," she mumbled.

"It is morning, and you are already late for breakfast. Come on, up you get."

Eleniel ignored whoever it was that was talking and instead focussed on getting back to sleep, where she had been dreaming about riding through a beautiful green forest with her horse, her brothers at her side as the four talked and laughed...

Her own laugh involuntarily escaped her mouth as someone poked her side, and she was now certain that whoever it was out there was purposefully doing it to get her up. "Go 'way," she begged.

More pokes followed, moving in different places around her stomach and ribs and sides, and in no time at all the elleth was giggling uncontrollably, trying to evade the questing hands.

Her eyes flew open as a finger poked her right below her lowest rib and a high-pitched squeal escaped her lips. The covers were pulled down, and not a second after she was being attacked with ticklish kisses all along her neck and face.

"St-stohop it!" she giggled, pushing at the face, "I'm up! I'm uhuhUP!"

The kisses stopped and the person drew back, revealing the smiling face of Lord Elrond.

"Ada!" she admonished with a frown. "Was that strictly necessary?"

"I am afraid I had to resort to drastic measures, seeing as you would not wake when I first asked you," the older elf informed her, moving away from his daughter to open the window in the room and breathe in the fresh air of the new day.

"I was dreaming," Eleniel said as she sat up in bed, stretching her arms and yawning. "And you interrupted it."

Elrond laughed. "I beg your forgiveness, Lady of Imladris."

"I will only accept if you help me persuade Fin to give me a day off from archery training," she said with a slight smirk, though she really hoped her father would.

Elrond gazes thoughtfully at his daughter, studying her intently. He knew that the balrog-slayer had been giving her more and more lessons the older she grew, and they got longer, and tougher, and he could see the exhaustion in her eyes. Besides, it wasn't every day that she slept almost right through breakfast!

"I will speak to him, though he can scare me sometimes, and I am afraid the famed balrog-slayer will bite my head off if I ask him to give you a break."

Eleniel laughed. "Then I accept!"

Elrond smiled, kissing his daughter on the cheek before reading the essay she had written as homework for Erestor while waiting for her to change and walking down to the hall together for some long-awaited breakfast.