Oaths

Eleniel: 7

Feet padded quietly through the silent halls in the early hours of the new morning, barely audible in the sleeping House. They navigated themselves slowly throughout the corridors, knowing exactly where they were going, a long woollen blanket dragging behind. Soon enough, they reached their intended destination, and, as quiet as the mouse those feet had chased the day before, they stood up on their tiptoes so that little hands could reach the door handle.

The handle was pulled down without a sound, and the door belonging to it was gently pushed open. The little feet stole into the room and closed the door as softly as it had been opened, and then spun around to face the large bed in the middle of the room. A small giggle sounded – the only thing heard that morning – and the blanket was dropped to the floor. The little feet quickened their pace, skipping up to the bed, and waited just three seconds before-

"AHHH!"

"Valar!"

Glorfindel bolted up in bed quicker than he ever had done before, golden hair flying over his panicked face and chest heaving with each quick breath. His wide blue eyes snapped down when that little giggle was heard yet again, though this time it was louder. As was to be expected, really, the littlest Peredhel was laying on her back halfway across the bed, likely from where she'd been thrown off him after he'd shot up like an arrow from a bow. She was giggling madly, still in her night clothes, and he stared at her for a moment before gritting his teeth together and grabbing her ankle. Her squeal was almost deafening as he pulled her towards him, and the moment she was close enough he captured her in his arms and lay the both of them back down. Eleniel desperately tried to squirm out of his hold, but her had her trapped against his side, and did not relent at all. "Fiiiiiin!" she whined pitifully, staring up at him.

His eyes were closed as he sighed. "I swear I will get you back for that, little warg… but, as of right now, I am tired, you are tired, and it is much too early to chase you around the House."

"I'm not tired," she insisted, followed promptly by a yawn.

Glorfindel smiled. "No, of course not. Either way, I'm not letting you go only for you to jump at me again." Eleniel giggled.

"Can I go sleep up there?" She jabbed a little finger in his stomach and he internally chuckled at the fact she thought his chest was so high she considered it 'up there'. In response to her question, he loosened his hold on her enough for her to clamber up onto his chest and sprawl out on top of him, arms wrapped around his torso. She yawned again. "G'night, Fin."

Glorfindel placed a large hand on the side of her small head. "Yes," he said, a hint of laughter in his voice despite the fact his racing heart was only now beginning to slow down. "Good night. And, I'm warning you, if you wake up before me, you better not do that again."