This is a spin-off of "Titles" by Lilly McShepin. If you haven't read it, you should. It is very good. And I'm not just saying that because the writer is my girl friend. :D
In a great hall with pillars hewn out of the living stone sat the Elvenking on a chair of carven wood. On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again. In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers. In his hand he held a carven staff of oak. – The Hobbit, pg. 155
There was silence in the great hall, the fair beings falling into a solemn quiet as the doors swung open to reveal the prince. He walked, his head held high and his shoulders thrown back, to the throne of the Elvenking. He bowed his head and knelt fluidly to one knee – placing his bow and dagger upon the floor in front of him. His brilliant golden hair fell over his face, hiding his eyes from view.
"I have returned." The words rang quietly throughout the room – his voice soft yet firm, in his usual manner.
The king stood up, his eyes flashing dangerously – his lips pressed into a tight frown. He walked to the weapons and stared at them with dark eyes before kicking them roughly away, the dagger clanging metallically against the floor.
He pulled the prince off the floor, pausing for a moment to brush the dirt off the knees of the plainly embroidered tunic. The king brushed the hair away from the prince's face.
"You are my son. You bow to no being."
Thranduil suddenly pulled his son into his arms, holding him tightly. So alike, the father and son appeared, that none could tell which said "I missed you" first. But it did not matter, for they both said it.
Short – yes. Ridiculously short - yes. Worthy of a review – also a yes. :D