Whimsies by Grundy

Wake

Curufinwë was jarred from a deep sleep by a sudden crash and then wetness.

He leapt from his bed with a yelp, but too slow to catch or even spot the culprits.

Not that it was hard to work out who it had been. The giggles that floated back to him from the hallway were too young to be any of his older brothers.

“Just you two wait until I get my hands on you!” he yelled, stomping to the door.

The pounding on the stairs meant the twins had scampered as fast as their little legs could carry them.