"Hey, Ada!" Legolas called out to his father. The King of Mirkwood looked him up and down, making sure he wasn't a peasant.

"Legolas," he said, full-on sass voice.

"Just came to say good-bye. I'm going to save Middle Earth!" Legolas seemed happy about that. "Well, bye."

As his son made to turn away, Thranduil noticed something important was missing. He reached out and grabbed Legolas' arm. "You're going to save Middle Earth?"

The younger elf nodded in confirmation, his expression a little nervous. He glanced apprehensively at his father's boss crown.

"WITH OUT YOUR TIARA?"


A/N: Short, I know. Others will be longer.

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