Author's Note:
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Thranduil
"Where do children come from?" Legolas asked his wife.
Thranduil leaned his head further over his book in a miserable attempt to read. He heard his wife answer.
"From the healing ward, my dear."
"I checked. There were no babies there."
Thranduil bit the tip of his tongue in an effort to keep his silence.
"Ask your father, then."
Thranduil choked on air and looked up. Legolas already scrambled off his mother's lap and ran to him. Thranduil sighs in defeat and leaned back so that Legolas could sit on his lap. He was still so young, young enough to be lifted and carried on someone's shoulders. How was he so curious?
"Where do children come from?" Legolas demanded.
"We ask for a child and we are given one." Thranduil answered, stroking his son's head. Legolas' eyes brightened.
"Anyone can ask for one?"
"Nay," Thranduil answered after pause. He firmly buried his amusement. "Only a married couple can ask for a child." Legolas frowned in thought.
"Can you ask then?" Legolas demanded. Thranduil took care not to look at his spouse. If he did, he knew he would succumb to his mirth.
"I can." Thranduil answered with a solemn nod.
"I would like to have a sister or a brother."
Thranduil's lips twitched treacherously.
"I will try." Thranduil answered. Satisfied, Legolas scrambled off his lap and left to play.
Thranduil returned to his hook but his attention was elsewhere. He stole a furtive glance at his wife. She spent better part of Legolas' youth reading him and teaching him. Legolas was not an easy child. He was wilful and curious. He meddled in affairs, in spite of his good heart. He watched her more openly. It was clear that she was ignoring him.
"Wife-" Thranduil began.
"Absolutely not," his queen answered him in clipped tone. Thranduil ducked his head to hide his laughter.
Author's Note:
My personal belief is that Elves can control their conceptions, so to answer y'all who are silently interested, he is still getting somethin' somethin'. :P
