"Please, Estel—You have to wash up for supper," Arwen pleaded to the
mud-covered three-year-old.
He was a sight to behold...mud from head to toe.
"No!" He shrieked loudly.
Arwen lost her patience with the adorable child; orphan or no, he *was*
bathing tonight! She reached for him, but he fled into the hall outside
the bathing chamber, straight into the blond Mirkwood Prince.
"Where are you off to, Young One?" Legolas inquired.
Estel's eyes grew wide at the beautiful elf. "He refuses to bathe."
Arwen informed.
"Is this true, Penneth?" Legolas asked.
With a dreamy look, Estel breathe, "*No!*"
