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It was supposed to be just a way to tire the kids out after being cooped in thanks to the weather, but Gilraen ever being her father’s daughter made a competition out of it to prove she and her daddy could make her half of the fort better than Finn’s.
Erinti had then been roped in by Finnellach to make things even as they drew battle lines between the two brunettes and the two redheads.
“Aren’t you taking this too seriously?” the florist and mother of two asks her husband of twelve years when he catches her taking a throw pillow while he hadn’t been looking.
“Says the one stealing supplies from the enemy.” He retorts taking the pillow back with a wink.
It had been a while since she’d seen Gil-galad this relaxed, half the time he’s been coming home with a raging migraine after Númenor fell into bankruptcy and was split into two companies, Arnor and Gondor last month. Tonight had been a way to get him to sit back and smell the flowers, she’d gotten him to take the weekend off and hand her his phone, work laptop, iPad and anything he could use to manage his office from their luxurious penthouse.
“Does your fearless general have any rules about fraternizing with the enemy?” the red head whispers hoping neither kid decides to come out and interrupt them again.
It had been his idea to let them have candy this late, had he listened to her the nine-year-old boy and the seven year old girl would have been dead to the world two hours ago leaving them with the rest of the night to themselves.
“Does yours?” he smiles as he kisses her while the kids aren’t looking and just as they get a little bolder, Finnellach just has to call out for his nana because his sister escalated the conflict by taking the stuffed dog Celebrimbor gave him hostage in retaliation for not choosing a princess movie to watch.
“She gets it from you.” Erinti pulled away before crawling back into the pillow fort in hopes of ending the war the children started out in the living room.
“Last time we let her stay with Galadriel and Celeborn.” He remarks as they enter the remarkably well-built pillow fort to negotiate the truce between the warring parties. “Alright, you two, this has gone far enough, your naneth and I have decided we need a truce before Huan gets hurt.”
Within minutes the squabble is solved, Huan is returned safe and sound to his owner and both children agree to exchange parents for the rest of the night.
“I don’t know if I’ve told you yet, but thanks for faking a family emergency to keep me home all weekend.” Gil-galad whispers as the children sleep soundly between them.