Rebellion
Eleniel: 7
"Warriors, raise your arms and defend our troops! Hold your swords high, and your courage higher, and we will live to see victory! Charge!"
Eleniel screamed and, brandishing her stick, raced toward the opposite end of the field. Elrond was not far behind, jogging so that his long legs weren't a disadvantage to the elfling's stubby ones, holding his own stick high in the air. He glanced down as he ran, noticing the harsh expression on his daughter's little face and the way her nose was scrunched up quite adorably. He couldn't help but grin, knowing that would be one thing to tease her about when she was older.
The elf lord turned back to the path ahead of him and noticed that the both of them were getting closer and closer to who they were battling with… the great, the fierce, the mighty… balrog-slayer. He was stood in a battle-stance, feet slightly spread apart, long stick held out in front of him, blue eyes narrowed. However, the nearer he and Eleniel got, the less confident Glorfindel looked. His face was falling as Eleniel grew nearer, and in no time at all he'd thrown his stick to the ground and buried his head in his hands. "Alright, I surrender!" he called out. "Please, don't fight me!"
Eleniel yelled something incoherent and, with a big leap, launched off the ground and barrelled straight into the elf's chest. Glorfindel made a noise as the air was completely knocked out of him and his eyes flew open. Elrond laughed as he stopped to watch, knowing he obviously hadn't expected that.
Glorfindel immediately fell to the floor, partly due to his own volition and partly because Eleniel had, quite literally, knocked him off his feet. He tried to cushion the fall as much as possible, but unsuspected attacks such as this didn't do much for preparation. Eleniel seemed unfazed by the slightly harsh landing, however, and quickly set about attempting to wrestle with the ellon (who was putting on a great show of pretending he was cowering with fear, Elrond couldn't help but notice).
"Oh, no!" he barely heard him shout from between a mouthful of platinum hair. "She's got me! She's got me! Somebody, help! I cannot take it any longer! AHHH!"
Elrond shook his head, laughter spilling from his lips as his friend attempted to curl up on his side, hands shielding his head while Eleniel threw herself around on top of him. Her almost aggressive expression quickly started to shatter as she became immersed in the balrog-slayer's game, however, and soon enough her contagious giggles were filling the air. They only grew as Glorfindel suddenly lifted his legs up, successfully knocking the bouncing elfling forwards onto his chest. He growled as he wrapped his arms around her wriggling body and she squealed, causing her father to grimace slightly and briefly glance around him to assure himself that there was nobody nearby who'd been deafened.
"I defeated the balrog-slayer, Ada!" He turned back around to see Eleniel slumped against Glorfindel's chest, panting, though a victorious smile graced her lips.
Elrond crossed his arms over his chest and rose an eyebrow with a smile. "So you have," he observed. "Though, it did not look very difficult… Glorfindel's battle techniques must have wavered in his old age."
Glorfindel narrowed his eyes as Eleniel giggled breathily. He suddenly adopted a very mischievous expression, eyes twinkling, and turned his head to look down at the elfling in his lap. "Eleniel," he said, "have you ever heard of the word 'rebellion'?"
Eleniel pondered the word for a moment, her little mind obviously working to find a definition. "No," she concluded after a short while.
Glorfindel nodded. "Well…" He looked up at Elrond, whose eyes held a suspicious glint. "A rebellion is when you resist against someone, particularly a leader or their council…"
"What does 'resist' mean?" Eleniel asked, turning her head upwards to look at him from behind.
The blond smirked. "In this case, it means attack with a stick."
Elrond tilted his head in warning, but his friend was having none of it. Eleniel was silent for a matter of seconds before her eyes lit up with excitement. "Ada is a leader!"
Glorfindel opened his mouth in feigned shock. "Oh, you're right! I hadn't realised!" He watched with amusement as Eleniel stared up at her father. Elrond pointed a finger at her.
"Don't you dare, little imp, or I will be having you for my dinner tonight."
Eleniel giggled but ignored his warning nonetheless, grabbing up her discarded stick and running straight towards him. Glorfindel followed soon after, and though Elrond attempted to stand his ground and look intimidating, he really couldn't help but run after seeing the look on the balrog-slayer's face.
If anyone had seen their lord being chased by a grown ellon and an elfling... well. They never said anything.