Kite Flying

“I suppose you feel that everything has gone off splendidly and according to plan?”  Elladan asked pointedly.  He and Estel gazed upwards at Elrohir, hanging precariously from a high branch by one hand.

“Stop worrying, El – I have it now!”  Elrohir retorted.  “It was not my fault the branch broke – it was weaker than I thought,” he added defensively.  Securing the errant kite between his teeth, he reached the safety of the ground.  “There, Estel – ‘tis quite safe!” 

Estel snatched the kite, inspecting it for damage, then glared at his brother ungratefully.  “Next time, don’t show me how it’s done!”