Dwarves and Elves have always been competitive towards one another. There has always been this need to prove to the other that one of their races was superior to the other. The Dwarves were strong despite their size and to them Elves were just floaty girls (whether they were male or female)with pretty hair and spoke some fancy language and of course only ate the finest and healthiest of foods. Elves were proud and graceful and what repulsed them about the Dwarves were their lack of manners. They were also not to fond of the way every dwarf seemed to posses enough bodily hair to make a huge bear. No matter the strength of each race, they still found something or other to make snide comments about.
Now was different though, Elves and Dwarves hoped to mend some of their differences by letting the younglings interact. The King of Mirkwood, Thranduil ,had arranged for Thorin to bring his nephews around for a 'play date' with Legolas. Hopefully the younglings will get along and will be less likely to resent the other race as they get older.
Thranduil was walking around the halls of Mirkwood, he would soon have to wake Legolas from his nap so that he was ready for his 'play date'. Walking around to Legolas' nursery, Thranduil gracefully stepped into the room and strode over to the cot where Legolas was sleeping. The small toddler was curled up in a forest green blanket, his slowly growing longer blonde hair was spread on his little pillow. Legolas' tiny hands were wrapped around his elk teddy that he adored so much. Looking down at his son, Thranduil knew how very lucky he was to have him. Gently lowering his hand down into Legolas' cot Thranduil ran his long fingers across the Elfling's hair and cheek. Legolas began to stir and become agitated, which wasn't uncommon for him to be a bit grumpy when woken from his naps.
Thranduil lowered both of his hands into the cot to pick up Legolas gently and then placing him on his chest with his head resting on Thranduil's shoulder. Thranduil began to rub Legolas' back quietly asking him to wake up. Legolas began to stir and opened his eyes to reveal their piercing blue.
Thranduil smiled down at him ''Come now little one, stay awake for ada.''
Legolas took his head off his father's shoulder and began to push back on it, in the rubbish attempt to escape Thranduil and return to napping. ''No, I want nap.''
Thranduil chuckled and began to walk off with the toddler, still held in his arms. Legolas started squirming in Thranduil's hold but Thranduil's grip was like iron so his efforts were useless. ''Ada no, Aras!'' Legolas shouted.
Thranduil turned to look back into the nursery, seeing what Legolas desired was his elk teddy. Thranduil quickly fetched it and handed it to Legolas, who took it eagerly and gave it a tight hug. Now that Legolas was reunited with Aras, he stopped squirming and was happy to let Thranduil take him wherever.
On arriving in the throne room, Thranduil sat upon his throne with Legolas on his lap, playing with his teddy while Thranduil quickly ran his finger through his son's hair to get out any tangles.
The Dwarves should arriving soon, hopefully the little Dwarflings won't be too much of a handful. He knew it was stupid as soon as he thought it. After a fairly long wait, seeing as how the Dwarves were late, Thranduil was becoming a little annoyed and it was now hard to keep Legolas from curling up on his lap and falling asleep.
Luckily for Thranduil he didn't need to be put through waking up a grumpy Elfling again, as the Dwarves arrived soon after Thranduil became impatient. Thorin strolled into the throne room with his too little nephews running amuck in front of him, oh for the love of the Valar, do the Dwarflings have mud on their boots?!' Thranduil sighed, this was going to end with a very muddy palace and possibly a few broken heirlooms.
Thranduil picked Legolas up off his lap and moved down the stairs from his throne; his icy gaze fixed on Thorin. Once down the stairs, he let his little Elfling toddle off towards the two Dwarfling's, Fili and Kili who seemed to take an instant liking to Legolas, who still was holding Aras to his little chest.
''I am glad you agreed to this Thorin.'' Thranduil spoke, he stood straight and tall to further show that he was the powerful one here and to show off his imposing height.
Thorin glared up at him ''I think it's too late for us, so why not give it a chance with the little ones? Besides, my nephews are quite the handful so I will enjoy watching them brake some of the Elven rubbish you call 'art'.
Thranduil gave a smirk ''I wouldn't expect Dwarves to know art when they see it.'
There was then some further intense glaring shared between the two of them but it was soon broken by the sound of the younglings laughter.
Legolas and Kili were running around while Fili chased them making monster sounds. Occasionally the younger Dwarf and Elf would find a hiding spot behind a pillar but would start giggling, which would lead Fili to their hiding spot, where he would poke his head around and growl, watching as Legolas and Kili ran off giggling even more.
Thranduil and Thorin couldn't help but smile at the sight of the little ones playing so happily together. As soon as they looked to each other the smiles soon faded though and both of them returned to their cold selves.
Looking back to see the little ones, both of the Dwarflings and Legolas had disappeared through the throne room doors.
Thranduil gave an inaudible sigh ''Come Thorin, let us leave the little ones to play.''
