Elrond leaned back letting out a sigh of relief. Earlier in the day,
Erestor had kicked him out of the library with a firm command not to
return to the house until it was dark. With that in mind, the Lord of
Imladris had walked down to the Bruinen.
He settled in a comfortable position and enjoyed the warmth of Anor’s
rays. Too often he was locked within his study answering correspondence or
just daily paperwork. When he’d broken the third quill, Erestor had had
enough.
“OUT!” he’d shouted, placing his hands on slender hips and glaring at
Elrond.
“What?” Elrond had looked at him, dumb founded.
“Get out Elrond,” Erestor had ordered. “You have been pushing yourself
to the brink and I’ll not stand for it. I do not want to see you within
these halls until Anor sets or, so help me, I will sic Glorfindel on you!”
So Elrond found himself kicked out of his own home. He chuckled.
Erestor truly did care and he had never seen the councilor lose his
composure long enough to shout.
As he mulled over the day’s events, his ears twitched. The snap of a
twig, rustle of leaves and a rather loud “SSSSSHHHHHH!” followed by
giggles. A smile quirked his lips. Shifting position, he prepared himself.
“CHARGE!” came a very feminine voice.
His attackers burst from the bushes. They charged en masse, having
forgotten their ada’s skill in battle. Deftly he twisted and all three
went sailing into the water. Elrond let out a deep belly laugh as Arwen,
Elladan and Elrohir rose from the water, sputtering and shaking their wet
locks out of their faces.
“Ada!” Arwen yelled.
“No fair!” the twins shouted in unison.
“All is fair in love and war pin dithen,” Elrond laughed.
“Precisely,” Glorfindel whispered in his ear before the Balrog Slayer
sent his lord flying out over the river to create a great wave as he
splashed into it. Elrond rose to the surface and sent his seneschal a mock
glare.
“It worked!” The elflings called happily, “Just like you said Glory!”
“Of course it did.” Glorifindel smiled smugly.
