Let me show you that I care

by aficionada-de-libros

"Ada? What does 'care' mean?" ... There are many ways to show someone that you care, with and without words, as the elves and men of Rivendell, Mirkwood, and Gondor will discover. - Ten independent, non-chronological one-shots on the theme of caring. No romance, but loads of fluff, friendship, and family.

4. Being lazy together

A/N: Thank you for your response to the last chapter, especially the guest reviewer. I'll admit I'm a bit in love with daddy Thranduil/elfling Legolas, too. Now, to cheer myself up on a grey November day, I'll treat you and myself to some Thranduil-and-Elrond friendship goodness. As always, please let me know what you think. I hope you will enjoy this chapter, even if it's short.

General warnings: see chapter 1.

Chapter warnings: none. Maybe a little fluff and silliness.

Disclaimer: see chapter 1-3. I own nothing apart from the random ideas in my head.

*LOTR*LOTR*LOTR*

Let me show you that I care

4. Perfect being lazy together into a fine, seamless art.

"Elrond?" A blue eye opened lazily, squinting into the sun.

"Mmh?" The elf lord did not even think of opening his eyes. He was much too comfortable lying there on the grassy bank of the little lake, doing nothing.

"Does anyone know where we are?" (This is too good to be true. Do we really get to spend a whole day away from everything?)

"Erestor, probably. He always knows." (And he will not tell, even if he has to take on all of Imladris. He knows how badly we need this.)

"But you didn't tell anyone?" (I can't believe you are doing this for me ... and with me.)

"No. Did you?" (I know you worry about your son. I would understand if you told him.)

"No." (For the first time in years, Legolas is completely healthy and happy. For the first time in years, I dare to loosen my grip a little.) The Elvenking closed his eyes again, drinking in the sunlight and the sweet, fresh air of the glorious summer's day. Then, an almost sleepy mumble: "Do you think we should have?" (I do not want Legolas to worry about me. He has done that for far too long.)

"Naaah." (I see no reason to worry. Just relax.)

Blue eyes snapping open and a blond head whipping around. "Naaah? Who are you, and what have you done to Elrond?"

An amused snort ... a sound the Elvenking had not heard from his friend in centuries. "Shuddup, Thranduil."

Silence. Then, several moments later:

"Elrond?" A gentle, almost timid bid for attention. (I am so glad you are here with me. I felt so alone for so long ...)

"Mmh?" (I am here, whenever you need me.)

"This is perfect." (Thank you.)