Little Earendil ran to Glorfindel. “Look! I got two!” He held up the sticks of rock candy, one in each hand.
“I see,” replied Glorfindel.
“Both mine!” added Earendil gleefully.
Glorfindel smiled, but it was sad and faltered.
Though young, Earendil was perceptive. “Are you sad?”
Glorfindel managed to fake a happier smile. “A little bit, little one. Nothing to worry about.” He patted Earendil on the head.
“Here.” Earendil held up the bigger of his prizes. “You can have this one.”
“I cannot take that from you,” said Glorfindel.
“You got to. Candy always makes me happy. Here.” He pushed it into Glorfindel’s hand and frowned, as Glorfindel’s eyes were watering. “Now you look sadder.”
“No, little one, you made me happier,” Glorfindel explained.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Earendil and Glorfindel