Handicapped
Eleniel: 16
Eleniel hadn't meant to dislocate her shoulder, but she wasn't exactly the most graceful elleth in Rivendell... and she swore that rock had purposefully been put there for her to trip over…
Now, she was sat on a bed in the healing rooms, Elrond and Glorfindel next to her as they tried to calm her down.
"You had to choose today of all days for the twins and Estel to go out and buy new training equipment, didn't you, Glorfindel?" Elrond grumbled as he gently probed around his daughter's arm, keeping it steady in one hand as he made extra sure it was only dislocated with the other.
The balrog-slayer rose an eyebrow. "How was I to know that, today of all days, your... elegant, agile daughter would trip over a rock the size of my hand and dislocate her shoulder?"
Eleniel managed to glare at the warrior through her agonising breaths. "You have big hands."
"Not that big, little one, I assure you. Now, keep breathing."
"I am breathing. If I wasn't, I would be dead," she said irritatingly, tears starting to well in her eyes.
"Alright," Glorfindel said. Usually, he would have shot a playful insult right back at her, but it was clear she was in pain, and he knew from experience when enough was enough. He turned to Elrond and rose an eyebrow questioningly.
Elrond soundlessly nodded, readying his hands around his daughter's shoulder. Glorfindel turned back to Eleniel and moved closer to her, taking her hand in his and squeezing it.
"Look at me, little warrior," he said, and the elleth obeyed, staring at him with teary, glistening eyes.
"It hurts," she told him quietly, voice breaking, and the balrog-slayer shifted even closer.
"I know, I know," he soothed, "just keep looking at me and it will be all over soon enough."
Eleniel smiled faintly. "You mean I won't be handicapped forever?"
Both Glorfindel and Elrond chuckled. "I think you would have to do a lot more than dislocate your shoulder to be handicapped, Eleniel," the blond said. "Now, how about we go for a ride tomorrow with your brothers?"
Eleniel furrowed her eyebrows. "I don't see how that is relevaHAHANT!"
She screamed and lurched forward into Glorfindel's ready arms as her father quickly and expertly set her shoulder back into place. She started crying immediately, the pain even more severe than it had been before, and didn't protest as her father drew her back into his arms, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead as Glorfindel smiled fondly.
"If you would only stop falling over rocks, we would not have to keep doing things like this," he said.
"I have not fallen over any rocks before this," Eleniel hiccupped, her voice slightly muffled from where it was buried in her father's robes.
Elrond chuckled. "No rocks, Glorfindel."
"Ah, of course not," Glorfindel said, "the last time was a log, wasn't it? Or... was it more like a twig fallen from a tree? Forgive me, my memory is failing me."
"That's because you're old," Eleniel told him with a grin, wiping tears from her cheeks as Glorfindel narrowed his eyes at her.
"If you hadn't just had your shoulder reset, and you weren't in the safety of your father's arms-"
"What?" Eleniel asked confidently.
"He'd make you handicapped, that is what," Elrond said, smiling before kissing his daughter's forehead. "Now, I will make you a tea to help with the pain, and then you can go and watch Glorfindel train his warriors, which, I believe, was where you were going in the first place before your little… accident happened."
Eleniel rolled her eyes, but nevertheless nodded. "See, it is all Fin's fault."
"Yes," Glorfindel declared as he placed a hand over his heart, "I confess. I made you trip over that rock."
Eleniel smiled, crawling across the bed until she reached the balrog-slayer's side.
"What do you want?" the warrior growled.
"A hug?" she asked pleadingly.
"No. I do not think you deserve one."
"Please, Fin? I looove you," the Peredhel sidled up to him with a sweet smile, and Glorfindel returned it mockingly before opening his arms in defeat and wrapping them around her.
"And I love you," he said, resting his chin on the blonde head. "Even if you did insult my lack of knowledge about breathing, called me old, and then accused me of making you dislocate your shoulder."