Characters: Very Young Estel, Elladan, Elrohir
Source: Pre-Ring War
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s people, his world… Kortirion’s few words
He set his jaw… ran… leapt… and landed face-first into horse-flesh. The horse, chosen for stolidity bordering on stubbornness… snorted derision, shifted slightly, giving little Estel a whisk of its tail for good measure.
Estel picked himself up off the floor – he desperately wanted to achieve that bravura spring into the saddle his brothers made look effortless.
“There,” said Elladan, “…use that block. Think, dandelion seed and…leap!”
Estel managed an undignified scramble by yanking on the horses’ tail, but he was up.
“Do we tell him only Grandmother uses the block?” whispered Elrohir.
“Naaah. His dignity is dented enough already.”