All known characters and settings belong to Tolkien the rest are my OC's.

This is chapter one of, I don't know how many but please READ and REVIEW!

Thranduil walked over to the large chair of his and Mirineth's sitting room and shuffled it over looking for his lost boot, he needed to find it. His escort for the towns settlement was leaving in a few hours. Mirineth and their three sons were coming with him because his wife's extended family lived in this particular settlement, and was looking forward to a visit. He walked into the bedroom and opened the closet pushing aside its occupants finding no trace of his boot. He spit out a dwarvish curse when he accidently knocked down an old wooden box breaking it open.

Thranduil shook off his frustration and lifted the broken box and as he did so several objects fell out clacking onto the floor. Thranduil stared dumbly at the three small objects and kneeled down slowly taking them into his hands. His face lit with a small smile and he lowered himself into a chair.

He placed two aside and held a fading chipped whistle in his hands remembering the day his son had gotten the toy.

The elfling untied the package with eager little fingers, tossing the string aside. Thranduil sat in a chair watching while Mirineth sat on the floor next to the excited elfling, smiling at his eagerness. Thranduil's breath caught at how beautiful she was, Mirineth never looked happier then when with her family.

The elfling tried to undo the complex paper box that the gift was in, but struggled. Mirineth smiled and took the box gently from him and pulled at the tab realising the catch. The paper opened in a uniquely beautiful design. The child's eyes lit up and he reached out his hand for his present.

He pulled out a colourful whistle and Thranduil suppressed a groan. He was going to skin his other son for giving his already noisy brother a whistle. The child brought the whistle to his lips and blew hard.

A high shrieking sound filled the royal families living quarters. Royals and servants alike covered their ears from the sound. Even Mirineth herself looked a little sheepish about the toy now. They child squealed in delight and took off running down the hall, blasting his new toy.

"Valar, I'm going to kill our son." Thranduil groaned, Mirineth laughed.

"Which one?" Thranduil rose and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Both."

Thranduil smiled at the memory, he had never had the heart to take away the whistle and eventually the child had given it up, but Thranduil could still hear the ringing in his ears occasionally.

He placed the whistle down and picked up a little cloth squirrel. Its stuffing was protruding out in many places and was missing one button eye. Another memory quickly flashed in Thranduil's mind which made his heart grow warm.

Thranduil sighed as he walked out of his office. It had been a long day and he was looking forward to a quiet meal with his family. Thranduil looked inside his and his wife's rooms but didn't find his wife or son there.

He started down the hallway to the nursery and heard the soft childish voice of his son. He opened the door to the nursery and found the elfling sitting on his bed next to Aleliloth- his caretaker. Aleliloth was knitting a multicoloured blanket- probably for her new granddaughter- and the elfling was playing obediently with a little toy squirrel, making it jump up and down Aleliloth's skirt.

The elfling looked up at his father's entrance and gave a cry of glee. "Ada!" The child leaped down from the bed and flew into his father's arms. "Ada, look!" He said holding out the stuffed squirrel.

"Very nice, ion nin. Did Aleliloth make that for you?" The elfling nodded and smiled at his caretaker. "Where is nana?" Thranduil asked.

Aleliloth who had risen when Thranduil entered spoke up. "The Queen went to greet the new family who just moved here from a settlement." Thranduil frowned. His people had recently of late been forced to move closer to the stronghold for adequate protection, especially families with children.

Mirineth herself had come from a settlement and knew how hard the transition was. Thranduil turned back to Aleliloth. "Thank you, I can watch him now. Bid Aleliloth farewell, young one." The elfling in his arm smiled and leaned forward to place a small kiss on his caretaker's cheek.

"Farewell, Aleliloth." The elfling said politely. She smiled and gently caressed his cheek and bowed to Thranduil. The two of them watched her depart and then the young one leaned his head on Thranduil's shoulder. "I love my squirrel." The elfling sighed. Thranduil smiled and looked at his sleepy baby.

"How about a nap?" Thranduil asked. When he got no answer he looked down and saw his son's eyes half closed in elven sleep. Thranduil walked over to a rocking chair and settled. Sometimes life was incredibly sweet.

Thranduil picked up the last object on the table and examined the wooden sword. Thranduil had often mourned the fact that his son's had never had the choice but to become warriors, but it was their duty.

His son had been so excited about the toy he had pestered the family considerably.

The elfling jabbed and parried at the pillow in the family sitting room. Thranduil thought that Mirineth would have a conniption if she saw the youngest member of the royal family desecrating her pillow. Thranduil on the other hand just let the little one have his fun. Mirineth had said on more than one occasion that he spoiled their son.

The little one spun round and stabbed again at the pillow but accidently caught one of the ties on his shoes sending him sprawling to the floor. Thranduil gasped and flew over to where his son sat on the floor. He ripped the elfling up from the floor. "Ion nin are you alright!" The little one brought his gaze up and a tear slid down his face. Thranduil almost wept at the sorry sight. "Where are you hurt?" He said frantically.

"I'm not hurt, ada." The child sobbed. Thranduil frowned in confusion.

"Then what's the matter my heart?" The child brought his blue eyes to his fathers.

"I'll never be good with sword." The child mourned.

Thranduil almost laughed at his child's eagerness to be perfect, so much like Thranduil. He brought the child closer to him. "I'm sure you'll be very deadly with a sword one day, ion nin."

"Really?" He asked

"Really."

The door to the room opened and a servant hesitantly pocked his head in the door.

"You family awaits you, My Lord." Thranduil nodded and decided to settle on his worn riding boots for the trip. At the last moment he grabbed the three toys, and smiled wickedly. It was time for some good old fashion parent embarrassment.

PLEASE REVIEW! Which Brother do you think elfling 1, 2 and 3 are/is?