Rebellion
Elrond had known it was inevitable, yet teenage Estel's rebellious attitude still took him by surprise.
The boy sat across from him, arms crossed, scowling sullenly at the floor.
"Well?" Elrond asked tiredly, trying to act the stern paternal figure Gilraen wished him to be.
"I want to rule me own life, adar, I do not want it dictated by some stupid destiny laid out for me."
"I see. So, you do not want to be king?"
"No. I want to be able to decide for myself how to live my life."
"I see. Out of curiosity, what would you want to do with your life if you were not bound by your destiny?"
"I would want to marry a male dwarf who is at least twenty years older than I and move to the outer reaches of Harad and grow rice and breed mice for a living."
Elrond's eyebrows shot up at this outlandish plan, and he had to cough to suppress his laughter as he asked, "Is that really what you want to do with your life, or are you just saying that because you know your family and society would object?"
Estel mumbled something incoherent, still glaring at the floor.
Elrond sighed: Estel was even worse than Elladan had been... The elf-lord suppressed a shudder as memories full of the elder twin trying to live with wild animals, donning odd clothing, and an even odder haircut came flashing before his eyes.
Elrond sighed again: he would be having a lot of fun in these next few years, that much he knew from long experience.