Disclaimer: I mean, seriously, does anyone actually read the Disclaimer? Oh, okay... All the characters belong to Tolkien, I make no profit with this piece of fanfiction. I just borrowed them for a little while. Just for fun.
Hope you memorized that, because I am not going to do that again.
The House of Oropher
by Dorian Herestor
Like Father Like Son
Never in Arda had there ever been something so beautiful, so perfect.
Oropher traced the outline of the newborns' cheek with the tip of his finger, completely dazzled by the bundle of sheer beauty he held in his arms.
A turf of pale hair, so soft. Chubby hands, chubby feet, so small. A pink, round face, so lovely, so cuddly. A pair of big, blue eyes, so bright, so innocent, and yet he could already feel a sharp intelligence developing beneath that wide blue gaze.
A small, pink hand grabbed the diamond pendant Oropher wore around his neck with much more strength one would expect from a four-hour-old elfling, no doubt with the intention of playing with it or sucking on it. When Oropher removed the priceless piece of jewelry from the hands of the newborn, the baby immediately voiced his displeasure at the top of his tiny lungs. Before Oropher was even aware of his actions, the shiny object was once more within the brace of a pair of chubby arms, already full of baby slobber. Only then did Oropher realize what had happened, and looked down at the happy bundle in his arms in amazement. Barely out of the womb, and this elfling already had leverage over him.
"You are going to be a clever one," he told the suckling babe. Clever, yes, and fearless. What else would this elfling be but a natural leader? After all, he was his fathers' son. His son. His one and only son.
Thranduil.
A/N:
Hope you liked it. If you did, thank you. If you didn't, that's your problem.
Also, I have no idea if Oropher walked around with a diamond pendent around his neck, nor why, but for the sake of this story, he does. After all, Thranduil's passion for shiny things had to come from somewhere.