88 Murderer.
"Ada! Ada!"
The shout, which was accompanied by the sound of leather soles racing over stone had Thranduil away from his desk and crossing to open the study door in double quick time.
"Ada!"
"Oof!"
A petite form barrelled through the open door to collide with his surprised father and in a tumble of silken robes and flailing limbs Thranduil found himself flat on his back, a small weight on his chest and looking up into a pair of tear filled eyes.
"Legolas!" He huffed out. "What on Arda…"
"Ninimisdead!" The youngster blurted out "Gallionhasmurderedhim!"
"Slow down Legolas." The king said in puzzlement as he reached out to gently push a stray lock of golden hair behind one of his sons delicately pointed ears.
"I can not understand a word you are saying."
"Galion..has..killed..Ninim!" The young prince hiccoughed out between sobs.
"Ninim?" Thranduil repeated, wracking his brains to remember who could have such a name.
"Niniiim." Legolas wailed. "My beautiful Ninim!"
Realisation suddenly dawned and Thranduil reached up to pull his son down into a fast embrace.
"Ah, Legolas." He soothed quietly. "Did he get into the kitchens again?"
"Y,yes, ada." The young prince sniffed and nodded his head against his fathers chest.
"I did warn you Ion nin." The king said softly, steeling himself for a long stay on the floor. "Gallion has no love for mice, especially in the kitchens." He stroked his son's small head gently, wishing not for the first time, that his son did not gather 'pets' so easily nor give his heart to them so fully and prayed that he would grow out of it soon.
A/N
Ninim = snowdrop (from Hisweloke Sindarin translator)
Just a little light fluff. I do love little Legolas and his ada. Hope you do to.
