Hello people! So this is my first story so go easy on me. As said in the summary, it will be a series of one-shots, focusing on Thranduil and Legolas as our beloved prince grows up. Will include the twins and probably members of the fellowship later in the story.

I would appreciate any feedback and reviews from you guys, and since English isn't my native language, don't hesitate to correct my grammar if necessary so I can fix it. I hope you enjoy!

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Although Legolas would die before he admitted his irrational fear for messengers, looking back to the circumstances of his father's return, his fear could be considered justified.

Legolas and Queen Lindariel had been sitting in a chair together, reading a book to take their minds off Thranduil and the rest of Mirkwood's army who were fighting at the North. It was a distraction that worked for Legolas. At least that was so until the messenger came.

The ellon barely waited for an answer at his knock before he entered the room. He was dressed in the Royal Guard's tunic, a sword strapped on his belt. His cheeks were flashed, and Legolas could not understand the look of fear in his eyes.

"They are here, Bereth nîn."

Lindariel was on her feet at once. Seeing the fear in the guard's eyes, her heart clenched. "Where is he?" Her voice was shaking despite her efforts to steady it. The guard bowed his head.

"Hiríl nîn..."

"Answer me." This time Lindariel managed to keep her voice flat.

"In his room, Hiríl nîn."

The Queen did not even bother to dismiss the guard before she ran out the room with Legolas on her heels. The twin sons of Elrond were standing outside the King's closed door. Lindariel payed them no attention as she strode purposely inside. Legolas on the other hand, turned to them immediately.

"Ada is back?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Is he alright?"

The twins exchanged a glance, and Elrohir kneeled down in front of the Elfling.

"Now Legolas-"

"He's not, is he? Is he going to die?" The intense blue eyes welled up with tears, his bottom lip quivering.

Lindariel let out a gasp at the sight that met her inside the room. Her husband was laying on his bed, covered in blood, with wounds all over his left upper body. But the most horrible of all was his face. The left part of Thranduil's face was badly burned, the fair skin turned black. His left eye had obviously been blinded.

Elrond was hovering over him, muttering enchantments and cleaning the wounds. Lindariel's heart stopped, and for what felt like hours, all she could do was stare. Then Thranduil gasped and opened his eyes. Lindariel let out a long relieved breath and walked to his side as ELrond moved to bandage him.

"Thranduil." She whispered and touched his forehead gently. His good eye turned to her, and her husband managed a loving smile. She stroked his hair gently and planted a kiss on the blonde strands that had been dirtied with dirt and blood. "I will tell Legolas not to worry." Lindariel gave him a smile and went to find her son.

Outside the King's bedroom chamber, Elrohir and Elladan were trying -and failing- to calm the little prince. Legolas was sobbing in Elrohir's arms, sometimes clinging to him, and others trying to push him away. As soon as the Queen exited the room, Legolas run up to her, clinging to her dresses.

"Nana! Nana! How is Ada? Is he alright?"

Lindariel gave her son a reassuring smile. "Sîdh, tithen pen. He is fine. He is resting."

"But he will be okay, thenin?" Tear-filled blue eyes overwhelmed with worry found hers.

"Yes." Lindariel couln't bring herself to exasperate at her son's worry. "He will be alright ion nîn, you need not worry. He is simply resting now. Come." She smiled at him. "You may see him if you wish." She knew Thranduil needed to rest, and the bandages covering his body and face would no doubt upset Legolas. But she also knew that her son needed to see his Adar alive to calm. Taking Legolas' hand, she led him inside the room.

Thranduil was lying on his bed still, and Elrond was sitting in the chair next to him.

"Ada!" Legolas cried and run towards the bed, hesitantly stopping a few feet from it.

"Legolas." The left part of Thranduil's face might have been missing, but the smile Legolas received was bright and real, if tired.

"Are you okay?" The little hands fumbled with the fabric of his tunic, blue eyes threatening to spill tears again.

"I am well, penneth. You need not worry." Thranduil unconsiously mirrored Lindariel's previous words. Legolas nodded, still fumbling with his tunic.

"Your father will recover." Lord Elrond assured him. "Now come penneth. He needs to rest." He guided Legolas out the room again as Lindariel took his place at Thranduil's side.

Outside, the twins were waiting for him. After Lord Elrond's footsteps could no longer be heard, Legolas turned to the twins.

"Legolas, I know you are very worried, but if you ask me whether I think your father will be alright one more time Elfling, I will lock you in your room."

Legolas swallowed his question. "Fine."

"Good." Elladan smiled. "Now how about a walk in the trees?"

Legolas hesitantly opened the door to his father's chambers. It had been months since Thranduil's return, and by now the King was almost fully healed. At the sound of the opening door, Thranduil set his book down.

"Legolas." He couldn't say he was surprised. "Come." He thrust a hand towards his son. Legolas took it, climbing on his father's bed, careful not to hurt him.

"Your bandages need changing." Despite the fact tha he would never admit it, Legolas had memorized the frequency of the changes.

"Elrond will come to do that, penneth."

"No, he won't." Legolas said with certainty. "They are all in the council, and it will be hours before he comes."

Thranduil gave the Elfling an amused look. "And what will you do about that, tithen las?"

"I can change them." Now Thranduil's grin of amusement wasn't even subtle.

"I think that would be a little hard for you Legolas."

"I can." Legolas insisted determinately. He has seen Lord Elrond do it enough times to manage it once himself. Maybe not the bandages around his father's body, but his face he was sure he could do. His father was still grieving Oropher's death and Legolas felt terrible that he couldn't do anything to help him. He raised one hand, but Thranduil caught the small fist inside his own.

"Now tithen pen," he said a little more seriously "I think you should let Lord Elrond do that."

"You don't trust me?" Legolas looked at him with wide blue eyes, and Thranduil was suddenly aware of the possibility of tears.

"It is not that..." he trailed off, finding it very hard to give a reason under the Elfling's gaze.

"I can do it. " Legolas insisted with the same certainty and determination. "Saes Ada."

What other protests Thranduil might have died on his lips at Legolas' look. Reluctantly, he nodded and released his son's hand. With careful hands Legolas unwrapped the bandage around his head. The Elfling sucked in a breath as the bandage fell, revealing the ugly scar and Thranduil suddenly realized it had been a very bad idea to let Legolas see that scar. Fear overwhelmed him as the possibility that his son might grow afraid of him settled in, and he made to push the Elfling away. Legolas however, stood his ground and put a tiny hand on his burned cheek.

"Does it hurt?"

The question surprised the King. "A little." He admitted finally. "But Lord Elrond is doing his best, and it in a few days it will not hurt at all." He added hastily as his son's brows furrowed in concern. Legolas steadily and carefully changed the bandage as he had seen Lord Elrond do countless times before. Fifty-six in his presence, not that Legolas was counting.

When he finished, he focused his gaze on his hands and fumbled with his tunic, a quirk that Thranduil had come to know meant his son was upset or nervous.

"Legolas?" His voice betrayed concern at the sudden change of emotions. It has the first time he had been alone with his son since his return, and he has not nearly as good as Lindariel in seeing through Legolas.

"I was so scared." Legolas finally admitted, looking up with glassy eyes. "I was so afraid that you would not come back, that you would-" A sob escaped his mouth and Thranduil felt his heart break.

"Hush." He whispered pulling the small child in his arms. He had never been good at situations that included tears, because that meant he had to give comfort and that he was not so good at. Of course, his son needed him now so there was no hesitation. "I am here and I am well, penneth." He ran a hand through the golden hair. "All is well."

When Legolas' crying subsided, Thranduil raised the Elfling head and suggested he went outside to play.

"Elrohir promised me archery practice today!" Legolas suddenly beamed.

That was not what Thranduil had in mind.

"What? Legolas-" His words were ignored as the Efling in question jumped down from the bed and ran towards the balcony. Thranduil's mental question of why his son didn't run for the door was quickly replaced by horror as Legolas tried to climb on the parapet.

"Legolas!" He was well enough to walk, even if he was not allowed, and so he tried to reach his son as quickly as he could. Unfortunately, he was not quick enough, and Legolas was already standing upright in the parapet. Panic rose up inside him.

"LEGOLAS!" Thranduil reached the railing and leaned over it just in time to watch his son land on his feet on the ground below and start running with enthusiasm towards the archery field. To make matters worse, Lindariel chose that exact moment to walk inside.

"Thranduil!" She cried. "What are you doing?" Her husband looked at her helplessly as she approached him. Spotting Legolas below, she shook her head.

"He will be fine." She smiled at Thranduil's worried expression, but her smile quickly turned into a frown. "Who changed your bandage?" She demanded. Thranduil opened his mouth to answer, but he closed it as realization came upon Lindariel's face and she glared at him.

"Legolas?" She sounded incredulous, and Thranduil could not blame her. He suspected his reaction would have been very similar in her place.

"Elbereth Thranduil, what were you thinking?"

Thranduil had the decency to look sheepish. "He insisted."

A shake of her head was all the response he received from his wife. "Honestly Thranduil, you cannot refuse him anything."

Sindarin Translations

Ellon= male elf

Bereth nîn= My Queen

Híril nîn= My Lady

Sídh, tithen pen= Peace, little one

thenin?= right?

Adar= father - Ada = Dad/Daddy

penneth= young one

ion nîn= my son

tithen las= little leaf

Saes Ada= Please Dad/Daddy

So what do you think?