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A/N: Bold is Elvish, and Italics is thoughts, underlined is mind communication.
Little Legolas
King Thranduil and his wife Queen Anadril were sleeping soundly on a sunny Cerweth morning, their son Legolas however, was not. Legolas was trying every way possible to get out of his crib, finally he succeeded. He climbed upon the railing, and he was trying to climb down from there, when he tripped and fell toward the floor.
"Ada!" Legolas cried as he fell. Legolas sat on the floor sobbing.
Thranduil and Anadril sprang out of bed when they heard their son crying, they scramble to go to him,
"ADA! ADA!" Legolas screamed through his sobs.
King Thranduil sprinted to his son's room as he heard his son call for him. He swung the door open and scooped Legolas up into his arms.
"Ada?" Legolas asked through his tears.
"Shhh, shhh, my little Greenleaf. Ada is here." Thranduil murmured, gently rocking the elfling.
"Oh Legolas, are you injured?" Anadril asked, stroking Legolas' head.
Legolas whimpered and held out his left arm which was red. Thranduil gasped and lightly ran his fingers over Legolas' arm."
"Andaril, edledh cen a nestar." Thranduil said and Anadril left.
"Ada, my arm hurts." Legolas cried softly.
"I know Ion-nin, it will get better soon."
"Amin mele lle Ada." Legolas said, burying his head into Thranduil's shoulder.
"Amin mele lle, Ion-nin." Thranduil said kissing the top of Legolas' head.
Ada is Daddy.
Edledh cen a nestar is find a healer.
Ion-nin is my son.
Amin mele lle, Ada is I love you, Daddy.
Amin mele lle, Ion-nin is I love you, my son.