Homecoming

The distant drumming of hooves in a desperate race along the woodland paths roused Elrond from sleep.  The sound grew louder and nearer, and soon the horses clattered into the cobbled stableyard.

There were shouts and yells, and a voice raised in a cry of denial.  "No!"  Then running feet leapt up the steps into the house.  He sprang out of bed and pulled on a robe as he crossed the room, reaching the door just as it was flung open.

Elrohir burst in, elbowing his brother in the ribs. "I win, El!"

Elrond smiled. "Welcome.  Welcome home, my sons!"

(Prompt: Smile)