Hello, anybody who is reading this story, well this is my one-shot with different timelines and two chappies, I will update soon... So I am a big fan of LOTR and I love coffee... Well anyway this is my first LOTR fic... so yeah... review, share your opinions and pleashh enjoy...

Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR except for my OC's, sorry if this is not historically accurate in the world of Arda. I assure you that Legolas has no love interest, just the way I like, no offence...

T.A. 833 Mirkwood, Elven Halls of King Thranduil

"WHHAAAAAA!"

Thranduil stopped short on his pacing, that piercing wail , stopped him on his tracks. That wail, was his son's...

He could not believe it himself, he was a father. "I'm a father..." He would whisper over and over again, over the last few days before his first child was on due, He would always worry about whether he would be a good father or one of the worst in Arda's history, He would be always reassured by his wife and queen that he would be a great father...

Flashback
Thranduil buried himself in his paperwork, consisted of negotiations, trade with the people in Esgaroth of their finest Drowinion wines, and the peace treaty with the surrounding small human settlements, the next patrol, many more.

"Meleth'nin? Come now, it must be a hard day for you.. the paper work can wait for tomorrow, besides it's almost midnight" Glaidris yawned already wearing her white night gown under her silver robe, tired from her duties as queen, since she is pregnant and her baby is almost due which added the amount of the weariness more than usual.

Thranduil nodded, since it was no use of arguing with his gorgeous wife, he stood up from the wooden cushioned chair and pecked her on the lips, they walked hand in hand through the seemingly endless hallways, silently they walked, greeting passing servants and soldiers who were still awake or on duty...

The royal couple arrive outside of their room, Thranduil opened one of the large oaken doors and ushered her in.

Thranduil changed his red and golden robes into a simple olive green tunic and a pair of comfy grey leggings, While Glaidris was sitting in front the vanity desk, her silver eyes drooped a little, undoing the pins that adorned her light wavy strawberry blonde hair. She smiled as her husband hugged her from behind, his cerulean blue eyes half closed and his golden blonde hair was messy and had knots.

" Meleth?" Thranduil called out as he buried his head into her hair.

"Hmm?" Glaidris knowing already what the question was.

"Will I be a good father or..." Thranduil trailed off, as he lifted his face away from his wife's tresses, and cast his eyes down to the floor, suddenly founding the intricate patterns of the floor very interesting, his eyes was drawn back to the mirror at the sound of light laughter.

"Dear, you will be great father... one of the greatest of all..." Gladris answered, as he led his hand to the expanding stomach, and not for the first time, Thranduil felt a kick, the child seemingly agreeing to his/her mother.

End of Flashback

He was shook out of his reverie as Camnesta, exited the healing wards, she had a huge weary yet joyful smile on her fair face.

"Hir'nin, you may come in now." Camnesta wiped her wet hands on her healer's robe which has blood on it

" Are both of them fine, Mellon'nin?" Thranduil asked warily, as he stood up.

She smiled and motioned to him to come in.

Thranduil immediately run in, almost hitting a healer, after apologizing, he ran into the private room, where his queen would be. The elfish king hesisted to enter room, his sweaty palms rested onto the metal door knob, taking a deep breath, he peeked inside the room.

"Meleth'nin?" Thranduil called out softly, afraid to disturb his wife. No one answered his call, this worried him a little, he went inside and shuffled nervously, going to the bed, where his wife lay. Glaidris' eyes were closed, her head resting upon a feathered pillow, the anxious in Thranduil's stomach exploded into tenfold, seeing his wife like this, makes him want to vomit because of the uncontrollable churning in his stomach.

But his worries decreased when Glaidris' chest rise and fall due to her heavy breathing.

'Keep it together, Thranduil, she is just sleeping, and your child is fine and al-' Thranduil's train of thoughts were cut off by Camnesta entering the chamber, carrying a bundle on her arms.

"Hir'nin, your son" Camnesta smiled tiredly, she had black bags under her warm honey brown eyes, and her skin was more paler than usual.

"Hannon'le, Mellon'nin you should get some rest" He genuinely thank her, after she gave to him the bundle, she went out of the room quietly.

Holding his child carefully, full of utmost love and care. He peeked through the soft blanket layers that kept his child warm, the first thing he saw was vibrant blue eyes, very much like his own, but his son's eyes were so innocent, he can already see that his son has a bright soul, just one look through those eyes makes him feel young again, his child's eyes were soft and warm, very much like Glaidris'.

His son's eyes were angelic, unlike his was scarred, his eyes had seen Mordor, those cursed lands were full of torture, death, and pain. He had seen his comrades died, his own father, Oropher died because of the foul creatures that reside on those cursed lands, worse he had seen Sauron, the dark lord himself, His eyes were scarred.

He would promise that he would do anything for his son not to loose the innocence and lightness in his soul, even though his child had been hardened by battles and wars to come.

He was brought out of the deep blue pools of his son's by a loud yawn, He shook out of reverie, by his wife's waking, he securely and carefully hold the child and sat down on the comfy bed beside Glaidris.

"Meleth'nin, I am so glad your okay." Thranduil smiled as he scooted slowly closer to his queen, Glaidris smiled wearily.

"Thranduil, meleth, what shall we name him?" Glaidris asked trying to think of a perfect name. The king thought of the leaves on the surrounding trees, the greenest leaves always glows the brightest and catches everyone's eyes, they have a look of pureness and reborn.

"Legolas, we shall name him Legolas..." Thranduil smiled as he looks into the silver eyes of his wife.

"That's perfect, meleth" Glaidris smiled and yawned and went back to sleep.

Thranduil laughed quietly, once again looked into the eyes of his son, He had lone tear of joy slid down to his strong chin, lingering as if it does not want to leave the fair creature. "I love you son."

T.A. 945

Little baby Legolas crawled slowly, and slowly stood up, his big vibrant blue eyes shinning, he has big toothless smile on his adorable face and his meaty hands stretched out, he crawled slowly away from his mother and slowly stood up went to the outstretched arms of his father, Thranduil.

"That's it, tithen'las, you can do it" Thranduil called out, excited.

Little Legolas stumbled a bit but continued to wobble to his father, he fell halfway immediately he went to his son, he laughed and he rocked him soothingly as he began to cry, later dissolved into small giggles as Thranduil tickled the child.

His child was so precious to him 'I do not know if I can survive if he was brought home dead.' Thranduil shivered slightly at the thought but completely disappeared when his child laughed light heartedly.

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Later in the afternoon, Thranduil was smiling like a maniac, buried in his work completely, he could not take off the thought of his beautiful wife and joyful child. He was reading a letter from his relative, the great silver lord of Lothlorien, Celeborn the Wise. His kinsman and he was close, Celeborn used to play with him when he was little, but of course if he was done with his duties and tutoring Princess Luthien.

Dear King Thranduil,

How are you, little spring? I hope all is well. Please send Galadriel and I's regards to you, Glaidris, and your son Legolas. Now I have bad tidings, My wife, Galadriel have sensed the Necromancer is back, I predict that he will reside and take control in Dol Goldur, as I am concern with you. I will advise you to move to the northern part of the great forest, I also advise you to build a stronghold.

I will be sending architects and carpenters to help you, I will be also sending dwarves from the blue mountains to carve out the cave... I am very sorry to tell you all those things, especially with your son so young, but it is best. I hope to meet you again, my little vigorous spring.

~love,

Celeborn, Lord of Lothlorien

After reading the letter from his dear relative, he frowned slightly and had amusement dancing in his eyes when Galadriel's husband still call him the nickname he when he was little. A thud by his opened oak doors brought his attention to the culprit who made the sound. He looked upon the doors, his face melted to a warm smile. He saw his little leaf, by the archive cabinets, using it as support.

"Ada!" Legolas called out, he smiled widely showing of his emerging pearly whites, he wobbled over to the outstretched arms of his father. He wobbled slowly, and each step got closer to his ada. Unlike earlier, he did not fallen down, but kept wobbling to his father, the child was determined to wobble all the way to his father and not fall flat on his face.

He reached his father in short moments later, the child giggled and laugh in delight as he was enveloped into a warm hug, he felt safe...

"I wuv you ada" Legolas muttered, as he put a sloppy kiss on Thranduil's cheek.

"I love you, Tithen'las" Thranduil smiled.

Glaidris watched her two boys, by the door, smiling widely, thanking the Valar for these two great blessings.

T.A. 998

Glaidris, wearing a white silvery gown, limping gracefully towards the ship. She has been tortured by orcs, near Dol Guldur... After the panicking search group led by Glanfain, a trusted captain and a friend of Thranduil. They had found her lying, dying on the cold evil floor on one of the structures near Dol Guldur. Glanfain immediately picked her up and traveled fast as he can to the palace, it was a day's ride, the group had no breaks, they rode hard and fast. Thranduil almost fainted upon seeing her like this. Even Elrond Peredhel could not fully heal her.

Before she climbed the ship, with the few of her kind and two noldor elves... she has tears streaming down to her chin and ran down to meet Thranduil one last kiss.

"I am sorry Thranduil, I have failed you and our son..." Glaidris trailing off while she hugged him.

"No, no, no, Meleth, You have not failed me nor our son." Thranduil whispered softly and soothingly

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Legolas, who is now 4 years old in the eyes of a human, ran to the hallway, he was at sitting at the window seat that was overlooking the courtyard playing his wooden colorful building blocks, stacking them into different shapes and forms. His ada and nana were caring and loving.

"Ada! Nana!" the elfing called out joyfully, the staff looked at each other then at the little green prince with sympathetic looks.

"Ada?" Legolas called out hesitantly, he entered the bedroom of his parents.

"Ada? are you okay?" the child asked, as he went near to the bed where his ada sat motionless, his head on his hands

"Tithen las? Come here." Thranduil called out softly, as he lifted his kingly head to see his son come near him and placed his meaty hands on his lap,Thrannduil dreading for the child's obvious question.

"Where is nana?"

To be continued...

Translations:

Ada- daddy/dad

Meleth'nin- my love

Mellon'nin- my friend

Ion'nin- my son

Hannon'le- Thank you

Mae'Govannen- well met

Hir'nin- my king

nana - mummy/mom

Peredhel - Half elf

Tithen las - little leaf

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My OC's:

the wife of Thranduil and the mother of Legolas, Glaidris means Queen of the woods

the head healer of Thranduil, Camnesta means Hand of Healing

the captain of the border patrol, Glanfain means bright cloud

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