O! Water Is Fair That Leaps on High

Estel traced the sound of hammering and cursing and found Elrohir, struggling with the sluice wheel controlling water to the stables.

Elrohir glanced up, rubbing his face with a grimy hand.  “Estel!  Come and help me.   The horses had no water this morning, because some idiot had turned it off.  When I say, pull.”  He swung the hammer at the pin that held the wheel.  “Now!”

Elrohir’s hammer blow must have loosened something.  The wheel moved easily when Estel pulled, and he stumbled backwards, still clutching it.  A jet of water shot skywards, drenching them both.

“Estel!  Not like that!”