Elflings at heart

Elflings at heart

Summary: Legolas, his brothers, his sister, Eladan, Elrohir, Estel, Arwen, and Haldir are getting ready for Yule when a fight breaks out.

Elflings at heart

Author's note: Legolas is ten in this story. Alagos is nine, Maeglin is eight, Lallion, is seven, Bregolas is six, and Silmarwen is five. Haldir is five, Arwen is nine, Estel is, let's say, six. And Eladan and Elrohir are both 101.

"Come on, Eladan, the bread won't bake by itself." Legolas laughed. Eladan rolled his eyes and helped Legolas put the loaves of bread on separate pans and stuck the pans in the oven. "Bread's finished!" Eladan called to Alagos, one of Legolas's brothers. Legolas was the oldest of his four brothers and one sister. He was older than Arwen by a year, younger than Eladan and Elrohir by a few years, and older than Haldir by five years. Alagos gave a nod and nudged his other brothers, Maeglin, Lallion, and Bregolas. "Don't you even dare." Legolas said, directing the comment towards his four brothers. Alagos smiled mischievously. Bregolas nodded at Haldir, who nodded back. "Take cover!" Legolas shouted to the only two girls in the kitchen, Arwen and his sister, Silmarwen. But, to Legolas's utter disbelief, Silmarwen and Arwen mimicked the boys and both picked up a handful of flour. "Dear me, it seems I am about to be caught in a ten against one flour fight." Legolas sighed, nudging Estel. "Never fear Legolas, I will stand by you." Estel told Legolas. "Much better." Legolas said. Then, they too, picked up a couple handfuls of flour. And with that, the flour fight started.

Elrond headed towards the kitchens, wondering what all the yelling and laughing could possibly be about. When he entered the kitchen, he got hit with several flying fistfuls of flour. Flour dropped onto the ground from several hands. Then, Elrond smiled mischievously and picked up a handful of flour. "I, for one, am on Legolas's side." Elrond laughed. Legolas and Estel looked pleased. Two against nine wasn't a good number, unless a certain elf-lord joined the side with only two members on it.

Thranduil opened the kitchen door and got hit with flour. "Oh, sorry, Ada." Alagos gasped. "Legolas, exactly how many are on your side?" Thranduil laughed. "Me, Lord Elrond, and Estel." Legolas replied. "Make that four, Legolas. I'm on your side." Thranduil told Legolas. So, the flour fight continued. Erestor got involved and joined Legolas's side. Then, Celebrain and Aneya, Legolas's mother, joined in and helped Legolas. Then, Celeborn got involved, and so did Glorfindel, and they both joined Legolas's side. Needless to say, Legolas's side battered the other side.

Elrond carried Estel upstairs to bed that night and Thranduil carried Legolas. An hour had been spent washing up and helping the younger ones wash off. Thranduil tucked Legolas in and brushed a few stray hairs from his oldest sons face. Legolas sighed in his sleep and, out of habit, stuck his thumb in his mouth. 'Ten years old and he still sucks his thumb.' Thranduil thought. As he closed the door softly behind him Legolas gave another low sigh. Sometimes, people really are elflings, children, or little hobbits or little dwarves at heart. You just have to coax it out of some.

There you go! I had fun writting this, and I hope you had fun reading it. Thanks to all those who review!