Thin legs stretched wide between large tree limbs, toes reached out to curl into the soft moss that draped there in an effort to catch balance. Alas the jump had been made prematurely due to faulty counting on behalf of their companion, a short cry was given before gravity took its due course and brought the youth crashing to the boughs below.

"Feiwen!" Cried the fallen child, silver blond hair splayed out across the wood while a chiseled face contorted into humiliated rage. "Feiwen why do you keep doing that!" – The one called Feiwen appeared in a manner of moments, lips pulled taut to hole away the laughter that so desperately wanted out. "Mayhap if you were paying attention to your landing and not our returning soldiers than you would land successfully-" A large hand reached out for the still groaning child "- For once."

"I should not have to think about my landing, it should come naturally!" Shouted the now standing child, raking curled fingers through their hair in an effort to calm the distorted strands. "So why is it that you do? Why not just land if it is so easy?"

"Because it is not easy, have you ever tried jumping there?" An angry finger was pointed at the intertwining limbs above them, thick and heavy with thousands of years to harden them, green algae hung like lace from their sides and nearly glittered under stray patches of sunlight. Feiwen thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders "Of course, likely in the exact spot you fell from and beyond it- I've never stumbled in my life." A cheeky smile followed the remark and only served to anger the child further, "Feiwen!"

The cries could be heard all the way back to the grand halls of the elf-king, stopping the majesty in his slow trek down to the winery. He granted a small smile in response to the fading yell and continued on his way.

"It would seem she is determined for all of the wood to hear her," The elf-king did not stop in his descent although he did slow his pace, allowing for the party to reach his side.

"The wood maybe not, though determined she is, that would be the seventh time she has fallen this morning."

"Seven times? That is ridiculous."

The great King Thranduil smiled wide this time and conceded to a short laugh, abrupt but unusual to the ears of his son. "Ridiculous it is and yet still the truth, she is very bad on her feet." The notion of one of the Eldar being 'bad' on their feet was unheard of; it was a rare thing that an elf would be wrong of foot and thus brought the blond prince to alarm. Confusion danced in the baby blues of his eyes as suspicion eked a space into his heart, for his father to speak so casually of an impaired edhel was equally as unlikely as there being one to start with.

"Be at ease Legolas," Thranduil turned a wise eye upon his son, "She is young and learning, there is nothing to be concerned with." Legolas gave a soft snort.

"There is concern when you defend a disabled elfling, what if she never learns?" They had arrived below and the cool air nipped appreciatively at their clothing, erecting the sensitive hairs across their arms and necks. "What are you doing?" He queried as his father blatantly ignored him, the tall elf shifted lazily around the righted wine-shelves, coming to a hallway with many open doors. Legolas could not help but be amused as the elf-king peeked almost shyly into each open doorway before coming upon the one he had been searching for, a gentle gasp was pulled from smiling lips and the Prince lifted an eyebrow. "Adar?" He called.

"Come here Legolas!" Thranduil ordered before disappearing across the threshold.

The Prince gave just the slightest cock of his chin before moving forward to follow after his father, curious at the Kings childish nonchalance and annoyed at being swept aside.

Note – Hello and thank you for stopping by! This is just a cute story that came to me spur of the moment. Inside you will find your typical friendship/betrayal scene with a side of tragedy and some romance. Is it a Legomance? I surely hope not, but he is a star character. I have a different grasp on the elves of Tolkien's world and so I would ask that if you do not like what you read, then take your issue elsewhere. Constructive Criticism is welcomed and reviews in general, please enjoy!

Sindarin(elvish)

'thought'

Westron(common tongue/english if you must)