1. Not Fair!
Laughter was common in Rivendell, but he always paused to listen to the sound. Elrond set down his pen, listened, and smiled. Amidst roaring laughter that he recognized as Estel's was a higher-pitched, hysterical laugh, punctuated with desperate cries of, "Not fair!" "I give!" "Stop it!" "Lemme up!" "Please!" Elrond made his way closer to the guest room wherein was lodged Legolas.
"Estel!" he called in at the door. The laughter was reduced to gasps for both parties, and a breathless Estel staggered to the door. He opened the door, trying to look innocent.
"Yes, Ada?" As Elrond tried to peek in, Estel blocked his view.
"Save me!" gasped Legolas from within. "He's trying ... to murder ... me!"
"Best way to die," defended Estel cheerfully.
Elrond laid a hand on Estel's shoulder. "Really, Estel. Tickling?"
Estel looked sheepish. "Well ... "
"Why did you not tell me? How much have I missed?"
"You mean you're ... not going to ... help me?" Legolas sounded indignant and slightly panicked.
"Oh, yes, I'm helping," said Elrond kindly, forcing the door open. "I'm helping. Laughter is healthy, you know. Now let me have a turn, Estel."
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