"Don't go too far Eleniel!" Aragorn called as his little girl dashed ahead. "Your mother would kill me if I lost you" he added to himself.
"Ok Ada!" Eleniel shouted back, waving cheerfully at him.
Aragorn returned and continued his walk. It was good to get out after so many days cooped up inside. It was brief period of sunshine in what had so far been a month of rain. Aragorn was fairly certain this fine weather would be short lived. Sure enough a few moments later, light droplets of rain began to fall. It was not a huge shower but it was fast and the ground was soon slick with water.
"Eleniel! Come back! We better head home" Aragorn called out above the rain.
Eleniel turned to rush back to him but she ran into a puddle and slid, flailing and swaying before her feet went up and her butt went down. She landed with a muddy splash and a cry of upset shock. She promptly burst into tears.
"Hold on baby, I'm coming to get you!" Aragorn exclaimed. He ran to get her but missed a puddle of his own. He shot forward on the muddy grass with a yelp of surprise. He landed much the same way his daughter did. Her tears morphed into shock and then into delight. She broke into a snicker, a chuckle, a giggle, a guffaw. It was a good thing Aragorn was not overly sensitive and had a good sense of humour.
"You think that's funny do you? Huh? Is that funny?" Aragorn asked with mock menace. He clawed his fingers as if to grab her. Eleniel grinned cheekily and nodded. Aragorn pitched forward and bore down upon her, tickling her furiously. Eleniel shrieked with laughter and writhed around in the mud, getting absolutely filthy. Soon they were both rolling around and shrieking with laughter. After that, just for good measure they jumped together in the muddiest puddles they could find as they walked home. They trooped back to palace until they were stopped at the entrance way by a horrified Arwen. They could tell by the look on her face that they looked a sight. Coated in mud, saturated in water and grass in their hair and staining their faces. Arwen was legitimately flabbergasted.
"How… how… how did you get so dirty? It was only raining for a few minutes!"
Aragorn looked down bashfully. "We got a bit… ah, carried away"
Arwen shook her head despairingly. She went to the bell and pulled it "please see that two baths are run and new clothes are laid out for the king and the princess" She called to some servant unseen.
"Stay out here. I'm going to lay some towels on the floor" with that she closed the door. The only one who could possibly ban the King from entering his own palace is the Queen. Especially if she was a queen like Arwen. So they sat outside on the patio and waited while the bath water ran.