"Legolas, don't climb so high."

The little elf peered down through the branches with an impish smile and his father laughed a little. His mother however had a stronger will and watched him with a stern gaze as he hopped from branch to branch down to the grass below. Thranduil felt his heart expand with the love he felt for both of them and he felt envy when his son ran forward to Arasinya to be held. She brushed his golden hair back from his face with an exasperated sigh.

"We're going to have to do something about your hair," she told him as she twisted some strands this way and that; trying to prevent her son from doing the same. He continued to squirm until the King swooped down and scooped him into his arms. He adored the manic giggles and shrieks that Legolas emitted as he spun him around and if he was honest he adored Arasinya's disapproval even more. He gave her a quick kiss which proved difficult when Legolas put two tiny hands in-between them. Thrandui laughed and set him down on the grass to which he began chasing an insect he had found.

"He's so like you," his wife said as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"That's not necessarily a good thing," he joked.

"I never said it was," she said seriously. He kissed her cheek then and she smiled.