A Legolas/Thranduil/Elven queen (I haven't come up with a fitting name for her yet) one shot based on a picture I saw on Pinterest. Let me know what you think!
A blonde elfling tripped, then caught himself as he ran towards his father. His father, the elvenking, turned, just in time to sweep his son into his arms.
"You called for me, Ada?" asked the child, eyes wide with excitement.
"I did! I have a gift for you, Little Legolas." He replied, setting his son on the ground, and leading him towards the king's chair. Thranduil reached behind his throne, pulling out a bow and quiver of arrows. He gently placed them into his son's arms.
Legolas looked down with excitement. "A real bow and arrow! Can I try them now, Ada?"
"Are you sure? It is nearly time for supper. You may try them tomorrow." His father saw the child's face fall. "Well, just a few tries would not hurt anything," he amended, with a glance at his wife. She nodded and motioned for them to go with a smile on her face. The elfling practically skipped from the throne room.
On the grounds, Thranduil had set up a target.
"Now, little one, let's learn the basics before you shoot anything."
"But Ada!" Legolas whined. "I already know how to use a bow and arrow." He nocked an arrow, pulling it back as he turned to show his father. "See?"
As he turned, the arrow slipped from his small fingers, embedding itself into the elvenking's shoulder.
Legolas gasped, "Ada! I'm so sorry! It slipped!" The elfling began to cry, while Thranduil looked down at the arrow in annoyance. The wound was not deep, and though annoying, was not serious.
"It is fine, Little Leaf, but we must not let your mother see. Quickly, to the healers!" They left the grounds, Thranduil sweeping through the halls, Legolas whimpering softly behind him. They tried not to draw attention to the small arrow sticking from the king's shoulder. Though the wound was not serious, Thranduil was not foolish enough to pull out the arrow, lest he cause more damage and bleeding. Just as they were turning the last corner, the queen bumped into her husband.
"Ouch! Oh hello, my love!" Exclaimed the injured king, nervous at the thought of facing his wife while he still had an arrow in his shoulder.
"What are you doing near the healers? You should be getting ready for supper!" She gasped when saw the arrow. "My goodness! You're hurt!"
"I'm fine, love, 'tis but a flesh wound," was all the king could say.
"Just a flesh… Oh you are both in so much trouble!"
"Who, me?" Thranduil asked innocently.
"Especially you!" she cried. "Now get yourself to the healers." She turned, muttering "foolish elf!" under her breath.
"I'm sorry, Nana." Legolas sobbed as his mother passed him where he hid behind his father's robes. "It slipped." The queen paused, and crouched down to hug her son, stroking his hair as they embraced.
"I know, little one. I know." Her eyes softened as she soothed him. "Go with your father, now." She let go of him and gave him a soft push toward Thranduil before walking away.
Thranduil held out his hand for his son to take. "Come, Legolas, we don't want the healers to be angry at Ada too, do we?"
Hope you like it! Please give me feedback! This is only the second piece I've written, so please review! Thanks, loves!