#sae doesn't ever stop this habit which is freaking hilarious - this baby/toddler letting out THE MOST bone weary sigh you've ever heard

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

40 for the saeblings perhap?

40 mirror - saeblings! or; fey stretches a prompt by a Lot but it's fine

Dirhaval is thirteen, and Saelinriel is one and a half when it happens the first time.

She's been toddling through the house as she is wont to do, their parents keeping a watchful eye on her from the kitchen – when Andreth and Enerdhil start shrieking at each other. 

He’s not quite sure what started the argument, but those two have been at each other’s throats since they’ve been able to talk, and he only hopes that Saelinriel and Adanel aren’t as argumentative when they get older.

As if summoned by the thought of her name, Saelinriel comes wobbling into view in the playroom before coming to a shaky stop before him.

She seems to take a moment to collect herself before she tugs on his pant leg before lifting her arms – the most imperious look on her face that he nearly bursts out laughing – and he picks her up.

The imperious expression hasn’t gone away and she looks like a queen surveying the carnage of the playroom that Enerdhil and Andreth left in their wake as if it were a battlefield, as the two are in the center of the playroom, yelling still.

Dirhaval winces. 

Then he turns to Saelinriel, shaking his head. 

“You better not be like this,” he warns playfully, and her eyes go wide as if offended by the very thought. “Good.”

Enerdhil snatches something from Andreth’s fingers with a triumphant cry, and a stormy look crosses her face before she lets out an ear-splitting shriek and tries to yank it back.

At this point, their parents come into the room and try to calm the situation, but Dirhaval thinks that will take ages.

He sighs.

Saelinriel looks at him, her eyebrows and mouth quivering and for a moment he thinks she might start crying. 

Oh Valar please no.

It seems his worries are in vain – instead she puts her little arms on top of each other, and lets out the most utterly defeated, bone-weary sigh that he's ever heard.

When he turns from their siblings to her, she does it again, and again, and each time his self-control crumbles a little bit more until he's laughing until he can barely breathe.

"Nana!" Dirhaval manages between gales of laughter, and their mother turns. That at least surprises Andreth and Enerdhil out of their spat, and the house is - for once - mostly quiet.

(Mostly, because Adanel is plinking away on the music-toy their grandparents brought her for her birthday, completely unconcerned.)

"Look at this," he says, shifting a little to adjust Saelinriel's weight and keep from dropping her. He looks back at her. "Go on, do it again."

She blinks at him, as if to say: I have no idea what you're talking about. 

He frowns. "Seriously, alpheg?" 

Then he gets an idea. 

He turns away from his baby sister completely, and sighs, shaking his head. A few moments pass, but then she does it again, and it has the intended effect.

“She sounds like Daerada!” Enerdhil manages through giggles and Andreth can barely speak through laughing so hard. Even their parents are laughing, but eventually things calm down, leaving happy silence. 

At that point, their mother holds out her arms, and Dirhaval passes the baby back – sighing again as if she were displeased – and this only sets the children off again, all woes and arguments forgotten.