I don't like how Thranduil is portrayed as a sadistic, abusive father. So here is my little tale. Sorry for the short beginning, but, I'll have more later. Enjoy!

A Father's Heart

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Legolas looked at his father and held up his hands.

"Ada," the little one giggled, blue eyes twinkling in pure innocent.
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Thranduil shook the memory from his mind, but it continued to haunt him. He could almost hear Legolas's childish voice echoing through the dark trees. But he knew it was not Legolas that called for him, for Legolas had not used Ada in a long time. His youngest son was now five hundred and thought it best to call Thranduil Father instead. Thranduil had agreed, despite the ache in his heart at how his son was growing up and becoming more and more distant from him.

He pulled himself away from such thoughts, and focused upon what had brought him out into these deep woods, into regions full of darkness and mystery. His youngest and last son was missing, and had been for nearly three days. Thranduil's heart shuddered in his chest as he pressed on with little food and no rest. He had to find him, as he was all Thranduil had left.