It was the dead of night as two elves were talking in the kitchen. With the female bustling about and the male just keeping himself composed and trying not to laugh with the evidence of nervousness seeping from the she elf in front of him.

"You will find everything you need in here." She said opening the cupboards in the kitchen, "He usually wants pancakes for breakfast and sometimes you have to get a bit creative when it comes to what kind of pancake he'll eat but he's happy with the normal pancakes. You can put bananas in it or anything really."

"Do I have to make him breakfast?" the majestic king asked the she-elf who stood before him

"It is the only meal that you will cook for him. Allow it to be a way for you to show that you care. I mean he will have lunch on his own and most likely dinner on his own because you will be too busy. So make this your time with him. And if he is a good little elfling like he is supposed to be while you prepare him his breakfast, tell him that you'll give him a cookie." She told him

"What's next?" asked the king

"Next give him a bath. He'll not want to go inside the bath at first but just bribe him with sweet cakes or cookies afterwards if he cooperates. Then if he does, give him a cookie. Same with dressing up. He'll want to run around naked. I really don't know why but I suppose it's a thing of youth." She said with a smile, as they walked down the torch lit corridors of his palace

"Afterwards, you can just leave him be. Just place guards with him, always. Always. He'll likely get into trouble and it is best to have some guards with him. But, of course, never—"

"Never into the forest, I know." He said with a smile. Suddenly his smile disappeared and he furrowed his eyebrows,

"What do you mean 'he'll likely get into trouble'?" asked the king

"He likes climbing trees. He's really fast too so make sure to have guards who can a grab a hold of him quickly, without harming him—of course—and lead him back to the palace. Tell the guards to tell you whether he behaves or not. The caliber of what counts as behaved ranges from reading his picture books to climbing on trees and just sitting. Misbehavior goes from… well, climbing on trees and throwing rocks or fruits at the people passing by or basically anything that he endangers himself or others. He doesn't normally misbehave, he's just really curious. Make sure you tell these things to the guards while he is there with you so he can hear it. If he behaves, he gets a cookie." She said simply

"Are we fattening an elfling? We seem to be giving him a lot of cookies. Don't you think that would spoil him?" asked the king in concern

"He's growing up and soon he won't even need us anymore. I just want him to always think that we were there for him when he needed it and was rewarded if he did good. After all, it was just a cookie, it's not a kingdom that we're giving him. If he misbehaves just give him a time out. 5-15 minutes would be sufficient since he can't sit still and that would be a lifetime of sitting down and keeping quiet, to him." She said as approached double doors on the left side of the wide hall.

"He's growing up so fast." She said as she looked on to a blonde sleeping form on the enormous silver gilded bed that was too big for an elfling. She entered, gave the prince—only 4 years old to a human's eyes—a kiss on the forehead and said a silent prayer to Valar to watch over her son as he slept and also while she is on her way to Rivendell.

"My darling, sometimes I think you forget that we are elves. We can still be oh so young." Said the King as he wrapped his arms around his wife and partner.

"Is that so?" she said with a twinkle in her eye. As she shut the door of her son's room and walked with her husband down the hall. As they turned a corner he whispered,

"Yes," he said kissing her neck, "that is so."


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Author's Note: Now, if you've reached this far then... THANKS FOR READING! I hope you enjoyed it! Tell me if you want me to follow this up with something. I initially wanted this to be a one-shot but that can be changed.