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Legolas
His quill scratched over parchment, burgundy lettering curving on the surface. Golden sunlight streamed from the window behind him, warming his head, neck and shoulders.
Something wooden scraped over the stone floor. Legolas looked up. His daughter dragged a chair across the room. He stopped and smiled lovingly. She took after him in more ways than one, in her golden hair and bright eyes. She stopped the chair in front of a shelf and climbed it. She stood on her toes, hands reaching for his bow on a stand resting on the shelf. In an instant, he abandoned his work and reached her in few strides.
"Oh, no, no, no," Legolas murmured. He grabbed her by the middle and lifted her clean off the chair just as her fingers grabbed his bow. "This is a toy of war, not for children." She giggled and twisted in his grasp. She nuzzled her head against his neck and played with his cheeks. Legolas laughed. "No amount of loving will sway my decision, young one." She gave a pout and pecked his cheek. Then she leaped down from his arms and ran for his desk, where his glass ink pots and delicate work lay. He ran after her.
"Oh, no, you don't!"
