#59 Feuds

"Ada! Ada!"

Thranduil's eyebrows twitched as a resigned sigh escaped his pursed lips and Galion chuckled to himself in glee when the tiny force of nature that was his King's only son whirled into the room.

"He has done it again Ada!" The elfling cried, his high voice squeaking in temper. "Even though I told him not to."

A small foot stamped down hard on the stone floor in emphasis.

"Now. Legolas." The king began, his tone even though his eyes belied his calm exterior. "What do we do when we are annoyed?"

"Westaycalmada." The youngster mumbled with a pout.

"And what do we not do?" Thranduil continued with a pointed expression.

"But ada!"

Thranduil's face turned stern and Legolas visibly shrank under his icy glare.

"Weneverhaveatantrum." The child suddenly found his feet to be very fascinating.

"That is right youngling."

The king viewed his tiny son as he squirmed before him wondering just exactly what had happened this time between the mercurial prince and the son of one of his oldest friends.

"And we should always remember we are a prince and as such need to set an example to others."

"Yes Ada."

Thranduil's heart contracted at the forlorn tone but he knew he must not soften or all would be lost. Legolas needed to learn that throwing a tantrum was not the way to get what he wanted. In fact, he needed to learn that he could not always get what he wanted and this pointless feud had to stop. Both he and Mandir's father had let it go on for long enough. The Valar knew what had started it but the two youngsters could not even pass each other by without falling out.

"Now." His tone brooked no argument. "What do we have to do?"

"Goandappologise." Legolas muttered begrudgingly. "But ada…"

"Legolas!"

The youngster flinched at the sharp, icy tone of Thranduil's voice. He knew from past experience not to cross his father when he used that tone.

"I will go and apologize Ada."

"And mean it ion." The older elf urged. "Bearing a grudge is most unseemly."

A snort of disbelief had the king turning to glare warningly over at Gallion before he turned back to watch as his son walked, straight backed and determined from the room.

"Aye." The butler muttered under his breath. "Bearing a grudge is most unseemly indeed!"


A/N

...and we all know Thranduil would never enter a feud or bear a grudge...

hehehe Thanks for reading. :)