This is a collection of one shots involving Legolas. His age will vary through the chapters. It will mostly have Greenwood's Prince running into trouble, with everyone around him going crazy trying to keep him safe. It will not ALWAYS be like that, though. I hope you enjoy!

A few notes:

Daeron is Legolas' protector in 'To be a Prince'. Kaela, though he has not appeared yet in any of my stories, is the head of healers in my unpublished ones (which I may publish someday, probably depending on how this collection of one-shots goes!).

Disclaimer: LOTR is the work of a genious, so... not mine!

Summary: Daeron and Glorfindel thought this would be a paceful day. Thought.

Characters: Glorfindel, Daeron, Elladan, Elrohir, Legolas. Some Erestor as well.

A tooth problem

Glorfindel was happy. Oh yes, he was as happy as an elf could be. The day was wonderful, the sun shone in all its brightness, a soft breeze caressed the leaves, and he had not a care in the world. He was going to enjoy this day as much as he could.

He saw Daeron waiting for him at the foot of the stairs, and he waved at him. His friend looked happy as well. No wonder why. The twins had volunteered to look after Legolas that day, so Daeron, being the protector of the little Prince, did not have to worry about his safety.

The King and Queen of Greenwood had come to Imladris for the summer. They had an excellent relationship with Elrond and Celebrian, so visits between them were not rare, which happened to be for the best, for it gave Glorfindel the chance to see his old friend Daeron every year. And it gave everyone a respite with the twins. Though when Legolas was around they behaved themselves, they were the most trouble finding elves in all Arda. 'Well,' Glorfindel thought, 'until the birth of Greenwood's Prince, that's it'.

Legolas was not even four years old in human eyes, but he had managed to match the twins' tally of mischief. He was a bright child, with golden hair and heart, but he was quite a handful. Glorfindel adored him, but at the same time he did not envy Daeron's position. Despite his sweet heart, clever mind and, overall, all his cuteness, the child was impossible to contain. A force of nature.

"What's on your mind, mellon-nin?" Daeron asked as Glorfindel joined him.

"I was thinking about your young charge," the Balrog Slayer answered, smiling at Daeron's exasperated expression.

"Bless his heart, I can't help but be overjoyed he is with the twins today." His face grew serious all of a sudden as he added, "They will take good care of him, won't they?"

Glorfindel laughed. "Of course they will! They love him dearly, you know that." He patted the other elf's shoulder as they crossed the main gate. "You can't help being worried about him, can you?"

"Thranduil would kill me if something happened to him."

"So, you only fear for Legolas because of Thranduil?" Glorfindel asked, already knowing the answer but not willing to lose the slightest chance to tease his friend.

"You know that's not so," Daeron said, blushing if only slightly. "Legolas may be a little rascal, but I have come to love him as if he were my own. I wouldn't trust anyone else with his safety. Besides, he is a funny one to watch."

"That he is. You don't get bored with him around."

Glorfindel and Daeron kept chatting carelessly, walking through the forest until they reached the lake where they planned to fish their lunch. The Balrog Slayer laid on the soft grass, breathing deeply and enjoying the silence of the trees.

'Everything is perfect today,' he thought again. 'Nothing could go wrong- '

A piercing scream brought Glorfindel out of his thoughts. He swiftly got to his feet. It had been an elfling's voice. And there was only one elfling that little in Imladris.

"Valar," Daeron whispered behind him. He felt his friend run pass him towards the trees, following the direction of the scream, and Glorfindel quickly followed.

"Legolas!" Daeron shouted.

"We are here!"

Glorfindel felt relief wash all over him when he recognized Elladan's voice. If the little Prince was with the twins, it couldn't be so bad. He and Daeron emerged from the trees to a clearing, where they saw Elladan and Elrohir crouching besides a wide-eyed Legolas. The little Prince had a hand over his mouth, and it didn't matter how much the twins tried, he wouldn't lower it. Glorfindel and Daeron approached them.

"What is wrong- is that blood!?" Daeron said, or rather, shouted, kneeling besides Elladan, who winced in pain at the other elf's high voice.

"We turned for a second. A second, I swear. And then he screamed and covered his mouth. I don't know where the blood is coming from, but it seems to be from inside his mouth," Elrohir explained, getting up and looking at Glorfindel with the most repentant expression he had ever seen the twin with.

"Legolas, tithen pen," Daeron said, trying to pry Legolas' hand off his mouth, "let me see."

Legolas just shook his head, eyes bright with tears.

"Oh, princeling," Daeron said, bringing the child closer to him and stroking his head when Legolas hid his face in his shoulder, sobbing but without taking his hand off his mouth. "Won't you tell me what is wrong?"

Daeron felt Legolas shake his head and sighed. He got up, with Legolas in his arms.

"Do you want to go with Ada and Nana?"

After a second, he felt Legolas nod. As they began their return to the Last Homely House, the twins walked around Daeron trying to make eye contact with the little elf and reassure him that, whatever had happened, would be alright.

"Do not fret," Daeron said, smiling at their worried faces. "He will be fine once we find the King and Queen." But Glorfindel could hear the worried tone in his friend's voice when he added, "If only we could see where the blood is coming from…"

There were only some drops of blood around the elfling's mouth, and the cause was probably a small wound, but Glorfindel had to concede it was distressing to see the usually lively kid so quiet. As if hearing his thoughts, Legolas turned his face and looked at the Balrog Slayer with huge teary blue eyes.

"Hello, little prince," he said, approaching him and touching the tip of his nose. Legolas squeezed his eyes, and Glorfindel could swear he heard a soft giggle. "What is wrong with your mouth?" he tried, though if the Prince had not answered the twins nor Daeron, he wouldn't answer him. Had Arwen been with them, she may have gotten an answer, but she was away in Lothlórien. As he had suspected, Legolas looked at him in silence and hid his face once again.

At last, they reached Last Homely House, and the five elves entered it, looking around in hope of seeing Legolas' parents. Instead, they found Erestor.

"Can I help you?" he asked, approaching the elves with a frown, looking at the small bundle in Daeron's arms. "What happened to him?"

"We do not know. We were hoping to find his parents so he would tell them."

Erestor paled. "Oh no."

All the elves looked at him, Legolas turning his face and glaring at Erestor.

"What is it?" Glorfindel was almost afraid to know.

"The King and Queen… they…" Erestor gulped visibly. "They are unable to attend the young one at the moment."

Legolas frowned, looking at Erestor as if he had just killed a puppy.

"What do you mean 'unable'?"

"They are not here. Knowing the little Prince was with the twins, Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian took them to the waterfalls. They won't come back until late afternoon."

Glorfindel could have cut with his sword the silence that fell upon them. Suddenly, everything got hotter. He started to sweat, and he noticed Daeron was not faring much better. He looked at Legolas, who was still glaring at Erestor. The Prince blinked a couple times.

"Well then," Daeron said, as pale as Erestor now.

Glorfindel was pretty sure all Imladris heard the scream that followed. Legolas buried his face in Daeron's shoulder again, now crying as if the louder he screamed, the sooner his parents would return. If only.

Daeron adjusted his hold on the child, who was twisting in his arms like a wild cat. "Legolas, saes, lower your voice. Stop moving!" The Prince didn't seem to hear him, something quite plausible, Glorfindel thought, for hearing something over the loud squeaking was difficult. The twins looked now on the verge of passing out, guilt written all over their faces.

So there they were. The Balrog Slayer, a mighty warrior of Greenwood Realm, two sons of Elrond and the Lord of Imladris' counsellor against a baby. And they were losing.

"Now, now," Daeron tried, cradling Legolas and patting his back. "They will return shortly, Legolas, no need to cause this fuss."

At least Legolas' voice was somewhat muffled over his tiny hand, which he had not removed from his mouth yet. However, it did little to contain his screams.

Glorfindel looked around, desperate to find something to calm the little prince down. It didn't take him long to find the perfect distraction. Resolved to take things into his own hands, he walked towards the wall and took a ceremonial bow off the exhibitor.

"Legolas! Legolas, look what I have here!" he said, smiling at the young elf and showing him the weapon.

"Glorfindel I don't know if that's a very good idea."

Silence washed over them. They all turned in shock to look at the little Prince, who was looking in wonder at the bow.

"Do you like it?" Glorfindel asked, relieved at the absence of ear-piercing screaming. The elfling nodded. "Do you want to hold it?"

"Glorfindel, really-" Daeron started, but he had to shut his mouth when Legolas glared at him. He then squirmed out of Daeron's arms. They watched Legolas walk over to Glorfindel, who kneeled beside the Prince.

"Do you want to hold it?" he asked again, Legolas nodding his head shyly. "But you need both hands!"

Legolas turned and looked at Daeron with fearful eyes. The other elf approached him and sat on the floor next to Glorfindel. "Can you take your hand off your face, little one?" he asked.

Legolas' eyes watered again. "I'm afraid." A small soft voice came through the hand.

"Why?"

"I will die if I take my hand off my mouth," they heard. Daeron's eyebrows could not have gotten any higher.

"Why is that?" The twins and Erestor approached them, sitting as well to meet Legolas' eye level.

"Because I am falling apart," Legolas said, tears now falling freely.

"What do you mean?" Daeron asked, putting a hand over the child's face and cleaning the tears.

"I broke myself. Do you remember the vase in Nana's bedroom?" Daeron nodded, recalling the incident in which Legolas had managed to get inside a vase and then fall, breaking the vase in tiny pieces. "Well, I think its ghost is taking revenge."

Glorfindel had to lower his head so the little elfling would not see the grin that had appeared on his face.

"Legolas, you know Lord Elrond is the best healer in Middle Earth," Daeron asked.

"Other than Kaela," Legolas said, frowning.

"Yes, other than Kaela," Daeron smiled, thinking of the head of the healers back in Greenwood. "He is the best healer, and he trained his sons," he pointed to Elladan and Elrohir. "to be healers as well. If you take your hand off your face, they will be able to heal you!"

Legolas looked at the twins, as if measuring their level of competence. "Have you glued together many elflings before?" He gravely asked them.

"Oh yes," they answered. "Many." That was all they could get out without breaking into laughs. Glorfindel and Erestor's snickering was not helping at all. Daeron threw them a furious look, and they somehow managed to compose themselves.

"Alright then…" Legolas said, carefully lifting his hand off his face. He looked down as the others inspected his face. He had some dried blood around his mouth and on his lips.

"Can you open your mouth for me, tithen pen?" Elladan asked, pressing softly on Legolas' cheeks. The little Prince obeyed after an encouraging nod from Daeron. Four pair of eyes peered over Elladan's shoulder. "Oh, I see what the problem is." The twin said. "Legolas. I need you to look at me. That's it. I need to do something, but you have to be very very brave and keep still, alright? Will you be the bravest elfling in Imladris?"

"No," he said. "I will be the bravest elfling in Arda. That's what Nana says to me."

Elladan chuckled. "Alright then. The bravest one in Arda." Elladan then extended his hand and put his fingers over the source of the problem. Then, with a quick pull, he got it out. Legolas gasped. Glorfindel immediately scooped the little Prince up and gave him the bow.

"The bravest Prince in Arda with the biggest bow in Arda!" he said, swinging the elfling around. Legolas still had a shocked expression on his face, though he seemed to forget it when he was handed the bow.

Daeron approached Elladan, who was smiling and holding something on his hand. "What is that?" He asked.

The twin turned and opened his hand to reveal a tiny white tooth laying on his palm. Daeron looked at Legolas, still in Glorfindel's arms and looking at the bow as if he were the fiercest warrior in the world, though he was holding it upside down.

"He must have felt it move and thought he was falling all apart," Elrohir laughed. "Legolas!" He then said, calling the little elfling's attention. "Legolas, if you put your tooth under your pillow tonight, a mouse will come to get it and leave you a present!" He cheerfully explained. (1)

Legolas took his eyes from the bow for the first time to look at Elrohir, who froze at the fierce expression. "A mouse… a mouse will get my tooth?"

"Oh no." Erestor blanched, yet again.

If someone in Imladris had not been woken by the first tantrum, they were doubtlessly woken by the second one.

And that would be it! If you are interested in more little stories like this one, be sure to let me know! Thanks so much for reading!

(1) 'El ratoncito Pérez' ('little mouse Pérez') is the Spanish version of the Tooth Fairy.