Preface:

Hello! So, if you have a one shot idea for the Greenleaf family, definitely send it me! I want to mainly focus on the family, but I'm willing to include other characters if needed :) With that being said, I'll give some background information on the children of Tauriel and Legolas

Braern: The oldest son. He's responsible when it comes to his family and being prince, but he also enjoys having fun, what usually leads him to getting into trouble. He mostly always does what he is told, for he isn't the type of person to stand up for himself. His siblings usually always go to him for advice.

Tarron and Tinlef: Second and third oldest. As twins, they are very mischievous together, usually getting each other in trouble. The funniest of the bunch, they're always cracking jokes and usually avoiding doing their work as princes. Separate, both have a very mellow personality.

Kellam: The loner of the bunch. He is outspoken and an extrovert, but doesn't enjoy a lot of one on one interaction with anyone, besides his family. He is very fond of his grandfather, and usually can be found hanging out with him. He enjoys hunting, especially for orcs.

Aubron: Unlike his older brother, Kellam, he's an introvert. Little interaction is ideal for him, but he likes being in the background, for he is a wonderful listener. He enjoys hanging out with his siblings, since he is very parental to his younger siblings. An all around very caring person who enjoys the peace and quiet of nature, but the first one to fight in a battle.

Lourden: Though his intentions are always pure, he is impulsive. Usually biting off more than he can chew, he tries handling situations on his own, which don't always work out in his favor. He is always up for an adventure, no matter the level of danger. He's the one that the family never knows what to expect from him next.

Marevick: The youngest brother, he is often babied by his older brothers. He's very insecure about his fighting skills, for his brother are very respected in the realm for their fighting skills, despite their royal stance. He can often be found training, usually with his sister. Just like Tarron and Tinlef, Marevick and his sister are often together, doing things they're probably not suppose too. His is very close to his sister, for he immensely respects her and they always have each other's back.

Marielle: The youngest of the family and also adopted. She's a spit of fire, and always rises to the occasion. People underestimate her fighting skills and bravery, but Marielle always rises to the occasion and never disappoints. She tries and not let the fact that her birth parents abandoned her affect her happiness, but she often finds her self thinking about it. She loves her family and is very loyal to them, willing to die for them and her people. She is very caring in nature and values everyones life. Often making sassy or sarcastic remarks.

All the sons are a spitting image of Legolas, with long, snow-blonde straight hair and deep blue eyes. Marielle has long, wavy auburn hair. She has bright green eyes. All of the Greenleaf are excellent bowman and also are very skilled with a sword.

Like I said before, I'm open to one shot suggestions! Enjoy!

"Braern! You are the prince of Mirkwood and I expect you to act like it! Do I make myself clear?" Legolas scolded his oldest son.

Braern sat quiet and emotionless in the chair in the family's dining room. His father paced back and forth in front of him, not looking him in the eye. His arms are crossed behind his back and staring at the floor as he passed. Braern had broken curfew once again and got caught walking outside of the kingdom by one of the guards.

Legolas stopped pacing and looked right at his son. "Do you have nothing to say, ion nîn?"

"Amin hiraetha." Braern mumbled to his father, looking down at the hands in his laugh.

Legolas almost laughed out loud. This is all he had to say to his father? The father who has done everything for him and then some? Saved his life countless times and alls he says is, 'I'm sorry?'

"Quel du, Braern." Legolas said to his son, defeated.

Braern immediately got up and left, knowing if he tried to defend himself his father would start yelling and it would turn into an ugly argument.

Legolas sat down in the chair his son was just sitting in a rubbed his eyes, worn out. The only light in the room was coming from the fireplace at the opposite end of the room, a warm glow casted on the room.

"He's not like you, is he?" His father's voice sounded from behind him.

Legolas stared straight ahead of him, at the family portrait on the wall. "No, he is not."

"I remember you always had a lot to say when you disagreed with me. Though, eventually you always did what you were told. Aren't children a joy?" His father joked.

Legolas let out a small chuckle. "Father, you only have one child. I have eight."

"Now imagine doing that without Tauriel." That stopped Legolas short.

Legolas did grow up without a mother, turning his father rather emotionless. Growing up, Legolas and Thranduil had father-son moments, but not a lot. Thranduil shut people out after Idalyane passed, including his son who was so young when she died.

Legolas resented his father sometimes because the loneliness he felt as a child. Whether that was from Thranduil shutting his son or Legolas growing up without a mother, probably a bit of both.

The room fell silent, both thinking about their lost loved one.

"Why didn't you ever tell me about her?" Legolas whispered.

"It's hard for me too, Legolas."

"I had to grow up with a father who couldn't decide when he wanted to be a father and when he didn't want to be! I'm sorry, Father. I know you loved my mother more than life itself, but where were you when I needed you?" Legolas rose his tone at his father.

"Ion nîn," Thranduil spoke after a few minutes of silence, "I can see why you're angry, I wasn't exactly the best father I could be. I know this and I've always known this, even as you grew up. As a young child, I was there for you as much as I could be. We would sit on my throne for hours as I would read and you would nap. Or, when you always would give me a hug goodbye before I would leave to go somewhere, even if it was only for an hour. Or, how you'd always make your way to my bed sometime in the night with you're stuffed bear, sleeping right next to me. I still remember this, even if its was over 1,800 years ago."

Legolas finally looked at his father, shocked. "You do?"

Thranduil chuckled and continued. "Yes, I do. As you grew up, I saw you were turning out like me and...I didn't want that for you. You also acted so much like an adult at a young age and so I treated you like an adult. Looking back, it's one of the greatest mistakes of my life. Instead of trying to get you to not be like me, you did turn out like me."

Legolas looked away, realizing he was right. Legolas did turn out like his father, hoping his father would soften around him. Though he was more caring, he still had a hard demeanor towards newcomers and dwards. Once Legolas left after the Battle of the Five Armies, he did change and for the better.

"And I'm sorry." Thranduil said, still looking at his son.

Legolas looked at his father again, his blue eyes staring right back at his father's.

"You did your best." Legolas replied, meaning it.

"It wasn't fair to you Legolas, and I don't want you to be how I was with your own children. They are precious gifts, and watching you parent them is a pleasure." Thranduil offered his son a small smile, proud of his son.

"Thank you, Atar. My children look up to you, you know." Legolas smiled at his father who gave him one back.

"I'm going to go talk to Braern." Legolas stated, getting up to leave.

Thranduil nodded at him, and also went to leave but though the other door. Legolas quickly ran to his father and hugged him, not remembering the last time he hugged his father.

At first, Thranduil stood there emotionless, not knowing what to do. But, he hugged his son back. The hug lasted a minute, father and son embraced.

When they separated, they smiled at each other, Thranduil putting a hand on his son's shoulder. They both left the room, going their separate ways.

Legolas walked down the hallway and then a few more before he finally reached his oldest son's door. He took a deep breath and knocked, hoping he wouldn't wake his son if he was asleep.

"Tula im!" Legolas heard his son call.

Legolas walked in to find his son sitting on his bed, legs crossed and staring at his father.

"May I sit?" Legolas asked, before sitting next to his son. Braern nodded.

Legolas opened his mouth to speak when his son spoke first. "Atar, I'm sorry I disobeyed you. I know I shouldn't have, I'm such an imbecile for doing so. I-" Legolas cut his son off.

"Braern, you have no reason to apologize. You were still in the city limits and just enjoying yourself with your friends. I overreacted and I don't want you to ever feel like you cannot come to me. You are my son and you never fail to make me proud. As the oldest, I know a lot rides on your shoulder but it isn't fair to you. Your mother and I knew you were a blessing the day you came into our lives and we will forever feel that way." Legolas spoke truthfully.

"I've always looked up to you." Braern admitted and that caused Legolas to smile.

"Thanks, Atar." Braern whisper while leaning into his father for a hug. Legolas hugged back, squeezing his son tight to him, as if he might lose him.

"I will let you get some sleep, ion nîn. I will see you tomorrow." Legolas said, giving his son a final squeeze goodnight.

"Night, Father." Braern said with a smile.

Legolas left the room, happy his son was happy.

Amin hiraetha- I am sorry

Quel du- Good night

Ion nîn- Son

Atar- Father

Tula im- Come in

Melamin- My love