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You woke to the sound of a heavy thump on your door yet you couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes. Today was the first day you’d had off in ages, with no one to care for but yourself, and you were determined to make the most of the opportunity for a lie in. You pushed your head further into the pillow and tried to ignore your impending doom.
You didn’t move when the door opened either, but you heard the little giggles and tiny footsteps alongside much larger ones. You sighed inwardly yet you didn’t have it in you to feel angry. Your sons were energetic as ever, something they’d inherited from their father. You supposed you were partly to blame for marrying the golden-haired oaf.
And with that final thought, they were upon you.
“Ammё! Ammё! Get up Ammё!”
“I beat Laurërillë at swords, Ammё! Atya won’t let me use his sword, so I need you to tell him off!”
“You only beat me because I was looking at Uncle Ecthelion! You’re a cheater!”
“Am not!”
“You are!”
“Ammё, please wake up!” Laurëalcar’s mouth was right next to your ear as he shouted. You did your best not to flinch at the noise, or when his twin shoved him so hard he almost fell off the bed. There was a deep chuckle from somewhere else in the room and both twins were immediately silent.
“When I suggested we bring your Amil breakfast in bed, this was not what I had in mind.”
There was a clunk, followed by the sounds of some plates being moved around as Glorfindel set the tray carrying your food down on one of the tables by the door.
“Laurërillë, Laurëalcar, let me wake Ammё up while you make sure her food is still hot…” You could hear the fondness in his voice and it warmed you up inside more than food ever could.
The twins were quick to follow their father’s orders. It was a talent you envied – they always listened to Glorfindel the first time he asked them something and he never had to raise his voice. You supposed it was due to their changing relationship as he taught them basic combat techniques. Although your children were well behaved, their hyperactive nature meant it took at least three attempts for most people to speak to them.
There was calm for a moment once they’d gotten off the bed, leaving you in peace. You let out a comfortable sigh, still happy to pretend to be asleep and content with the noises of your sons pottering about the room. But that all changed in an instant.
A heavy weight was suddenly over you, forcing you to let out a small ‘oof’. You opened your eyes, startled to find nothing but golden hair in your face. You let out a questioning, annoyed noise before the golden hair parted and you caught sight of your husband’s face.
“Morning.”
He grinned, extremely happy with himself as the twins giggled not far away. The oaf had actually managed to belly flop onto the bed, arms almost spanning the width of it while you took most of the weight from his torso. You let out another noise, still a little groggy.
“And how is my beautiful wife today?”
“I’d be a lot better if your ribs weren’t crushing mine.”
Glorfindel smiled sheepishly and slid off onto his side, head resting on one hand while the other stayed wrapped around you.
“Well then I apologise, my lady…” He murmured as you moved in closer, pressing your face into his chest as you tried in vain to go back to sleep. He entertained you for a moment and stroked your hair. “We’ve brought you breakfast.”
You mumbled out something but Glorfindel didn’t catch what.
“If you don’t wake up soon, I’ll have to use my secret weapons…” He warned, talking in a normal voice so the twins could hear. You heard them giggle, edging threateningly closer. You doubted Glorfindel had the guts to order your destruction. He knew how crabby you could get in the mornings. Although you weren’t feeling particularly crabby today, he didn’t know that. How wrong you were.
They were upon you with little warning, jumping all over the two of you and screeching with delight. A well aimed hit to your ribs had you laughing as well, tickling too much to be able to fake sleep anymore. Since your peace had been disturbed, you aimed to get them back and set about tickling the closest child to you.
“No Ammё!” Laurërillë screeched between giggles, Glorfindel laughing heartily as they tried to get away from you. Laurëalcar quickly came to his aid, barrelling into your chest and knocking you over. You let out a loud laugh as you were flattened onto the mattress, doing your best to fight back now that Glorfindel had also joined the assault on you.
The laughter of you and your little family could be heard out in the corridor. The occasional servant walking past with a smile on their face at the infectious happiness of the family of the Golden Flower.