Elrond’s favorite naughty thing was sneaking up on Celebrian... and catching her. Catch perhaps was not the right term... more, sneak up and tickle her or some silly thing. However, about three steps away, no matter how stealthy he was, she knew. She just knew. The trouble was being a peredhel trying to prey on... oh, there she was!
It was dark-- that always helped. She was bent over the wash basin, long wavy hair obscuring her sight. Thick towel wrapped around her, washing her face, readying for bed... all too easy!
Elrond took three quick steps into the tiny chamber, and grabbed her behind. “Caught you, my dear,” he growled.
Imagine his surprise as he heard Glorfindel’s tenor voice cheekily answer, “Now what, darling?”
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Elrond, and...