Author's Note:

You may have missed seventeen updates before this.

It's the last one, I promise. Thranduil wanted to come in too. :P


Thranduil

He peered outside the window, watching his son walk through the inner Halls with his friend. Gimli was instantly recognisable with his short, broad stature. Something that Gimli said made Legolas laugh merrily. The sound wafted up to his window.

"Strange, that," the Dwarf remarked beside him. His hair was as white as snow. Although his face was a map of wrinkles, the Dwarf was still remarkable hale. "I never expected to see something light that."

"Neither have I," Thranduil admitted. He was cynical; he waited with bated breath for something to grow wrong but the friendship between Legolas and Gimli seemed to be as strong and enduring as Arda itself.

"Perhaps it is for the best. The young can teach us old creatures many things."

"I am not old," Thranduil said.

Glóin laughed and Thranduil realised he was being mocked. Thranduil only smiled in answer.