Braids
The Elvenking was in his study reading; sitting in a chair near the balcony; which led down into his private garden. Nearby, on a small round table, was a bottle of wine which he had indulged himself in while reading. As he read another passage, he slowly sipped the dark liquid, making a mental note to order more of this vintage for the upcoming festival.
He jerked up from his reclined position, sitting rigidly; spilling a little more than just a few drops of the red wine onto his book's pages when he heard a cry of frustration and then a very, very loud – and wet – splash. He set the book down, after glancing distractedly at the pages and noticing the stains.
"Do I really wish to know what has happened?" He thought with a sigh, glancing toward the balcony with well-concealed, but nevertheless it was there, trepidation. Resigning himself, he set the goblet down on the table beside the book and rose from his seat.
Walking toward the balcony, his boots whispered against the floor, and more than a few of the hairs in his dark eyebrows turned dazzlingly silver. He stopped, struggling to maintain a reserved composure, as he beheld his son. All he wanted to do was run to the elfling, take him by the shoulders and ask, 'how?' however, he knew that as King of the Woodland Realm, it was his to be calm and collected at all times.
"Oh, Legolas, you didn't…"
Gracefully, he descended the stairs to ask his son just why he had decided to fall into the pool. Again.
"Oh, Ada, Were you resting, ten' anta, I didn't mean to disturb you. There was this bird, Ada, it was so fast, it stopped at all the flowers; how small it was, Ada; and so bright, like crystals reflecting in the sun!" Legolas exclaimed with enthusiasm.
Thranduil tried not to smile at his son's way with words. "He has quite a gift, which he gets from you, does he not, Melamin?" The Elvenking mused silently. He did fairly well at hiding his smile, but the corners of his lips still turned up slightly; even though his son stood before him wet, muddy and looking not at all like an elven Prince.
"If you were observing this bird, this hummingbird, how then did you fall into the pool?" The father asked, raising an eyebrow and pointing slightly at the small body of water behind the little elfling. Legolas glanced in the same direction, a slight look of discomfort on his face as he recalled the incident.
"It was an accident, Ada, the wind– my hair–" the elfling grasped the damp blonde locks tumbling down either side of his head in his small hands. His blue eyes stared up at his father.
"I see," Thranduil replied vaguely. "Perhaps it is time I taught you something." He began walking toward a stone bench nearby; Legolas ran quickly to catch up.
"Sit here." Thranduil motioned for the elfling to sit next to him. Legolas complied quickly, although he wondered what his father was going to do. The Elvenking slid so he was almost sitting cross-legged on the stone seat, but not quite; an Elvenking never sat like a Man; it was too crude.
With deftness, he began twisting Legolas' damp hair away from his eyes, the small braids working wonders on the wayward locks that were always bothering the elfling. "There now, Tithin Las Nin, does this not help?" Thranduil removed his fingers from the small strands, smiling slightly as the elfling turned to look at him.
"Oh, Ada, diola lle! You must teach me so I can do it myself," the elfling declared after a long moment, running his fingers over the braids.
"Of course, ion-nin, in a few years," Thranduil agreed, standing.
Author's Note:
ten' anta (forgive me?)
diola lle (thank you)?
Ion-nin (my son, son?)
I don't (obviously) know if I'm getting the elvish translations correct, so please don't criticize that too much, I tried! This was inspired after looking at some pictures of them on Deviantart and several I'd found on the internet. I don't know why I've written these, but, it's something light and simple, I did not intend for them to be deep.
I know nothing about this family, save for what I've read and watched! So please, don't judge me too harshly if I have written something incorrectly. I own nothing!
Now, please R&R, Thank you,
WH