Look Ada!

Pitter patter...came the tread of soft, light feet, followed after with a cry of joy.
"Ada, come look!" Estel rounded the corner of a high peaked building in Rivendell with great speed, having to skid ungracefully to stop.
Lord Elrond looked up from his book, and a curious expression replaced one of contented solitude.
"Yes, my young Estel?" he asked his insatiably curious child.
"Come with me! I have something to show you!" he chirped, his wavvy hair bouncing and bobbing with every movment. Slowly placing a pressed flower into his book, Elrond sighed, and lifted his hand in front of himself dutifully. Estel's smile, more and more mannish looking every day, spread widely, and his small hand grasped onto Elrond's.
"It is not far, Ada. You will enjoy it!" he said over his shoulder, his normally clear blue eyes, now clouded with pride and blindness to everything outside of his intrest in the world around him.
"Estel," Elrond murmured, his whisper loud enough to be heard by the human boy. He stopped, turning around to look at his father figure.
"Slow down." the Lord of Imladris said, his smile warm and bemused.
Estel nodded, taking Elrond's advice to heart, but in no way going to listen to it.
Once again, the boy led them charging down the elven-made paths to a broad courtyard, with a fountain in the middle, and two elves standing in the center, looking underneath a dark cloth with curiously amused faces. They lowered the material that hung over an unknown object on the side of the fountain, and prepared to depart to leave child and elf alone in their soon to be needed discuission.
They inclined their heads once in recognition, and with that, they linked arms, and thus, the courtyard was left empty.
Estel came to sit by the side of the fountain, whose rushing crystaline water sounded more like a running brooke then something not crafted by nature. Elrond particularly liked this fountain, and was pleased with himself for installing it here, and adding fish to it as well.
"Ada, watch." Estel commanded, desiring the elf's attention.
He lifted up the cloth gingerly, as if not wanting to puncture what was underneath.
Elrond smiled in pleasant anticipation.
"I caught this from the fountain right here!" the boy announced proudly, beaming. He held up his hands, and with delicate, precise fingers, lifted up the covering to reveal a dead fish.
Elrond chuckled, a mischevious light in his eyes that could only be placed there by his children or his beloved Celebrian.
"I managed to catch it with my bare hands! This is the first time I've ever caught something on my own! Ever!" Estel exclaimed, wishing to please the elf, but also not managing to conceal his obvious pride.
Elrond slipped his arms around the child's shoulders, and gently, politely explained how you don't catch fish from fountains.
The Lord of Imladris also assumed this was Estel's first talk about something like this as well.