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A/N: Miss Natsumi is on a cute Estel kick right now. No offense meant to those that love such stories, but I am, unfortunately, getting rotten teeth from reading so many drafts of this. I hope you enjoy the story, and please be kind and review. Many thanks- Sephora (Trainee Secretary, Wakabe Writing Firm)

Glorfindel of Gondolin, the fabled twice born Balrog slayer, Captain of the guards of Rivendell and fierce and powerful warrior, was rendered useless and defenseless by a three year old boy armed with nothing more than large tear filled eyes and an inability to properly pronounce words.

The mighty warrior tried to resist, desperately attempted to avoid the fatal glance at sad grey eyes and a quivering mouth with a little thumb pressed against those soft pink lips, but he was unable to avoid it.

"Puh-wease, Gworfy?" That voice, that voice pleaded, begged, melting away whatever resistance the blond elf had left. " 'Stel was good. 'Stel was weallly, weally good!"

Glorfindel bit his lip, trying to rally his resolve back to him, but those sad and soft grey eyes held his, until at last, with a defeated sigh and the surrender of strong shoulders slumped in resignation, he relented to the demands of the child.

"Very well, Estel, you may have a cookie."That statement, so simple and plain, made the little boy beam, his smile so bright it put the sun to shame.

"What is this?" an amused voice suddenly sounds from the door of the kitchen where the two occupants are, their heads snapping to that familiar voice so light with barely kept laughter.

"Ada!" the boy exclaimed, launching himself at Lord Elrond. With no hesitancy, nor any sign of the long day he had had, Elrond picked up his son, smiling fondly as his little arms wrapped themselves snuggly around his neck.

"Hello, little one," he smiled, pulling the boy a bit from him so that he could gaze upon that happy face. "And what are you doing?"

"Gworfy says 'Stel can have cookie!"

"Ah yes, Cook did make a fresh batch earlier today, didn't he?"

"Ah ha!"

"And Glorfindel approves of you having a cookie?" Elrond asked the question to Estel, but his eyes were focused upon the fidgeting blond elf before him, delighting in the way that he squirmed under his gaze.

"Yes."

"Then I suppose that he also won't mind playing with you afterwards." The grin the elf lord had on his face was almost vicious, and the blond noticeably flinched at what he was almost being ordered to do; watch over and entertain a hyperactive child that now was full of sugar.

"Oh! Oh pah-wease Gworfy!" And just as Glorfindel lost the battle for the cookie against this young warrior, so too did he forfeit again to the child, this time armed with dancing and happy eyes and a hopeful expression so sweet that even the thought of denying him was tossed out the proverbial window before it even stepped through the door.

"Yes Estel, I will play."

And so it was that Glorfindel became victim number three of Estel, conquered by innocent eyes and the sweet smile.

(But at least Erestor fell before he did.)