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Legolas sat on his window sill and watch the storm unfurl to it's greatest power. The rain splattered against the unyielding glass and the wind rattled the leaves on the trees. Her great blows seemed to sadden the young prince. His own hair seemed to rustle like the dead leaves on the ground. His stormy blue eyes seemed to reflect the storm outside.

Legolas pulled his legs up to his chest and sighed into them. His eyes spotted a pair of servant children carrying buckets full of water, but they were practically slipping and splashing the water as the pair made their way up the stone path. A door opened that led into the hall before the throne room. Legolas knew who had opened it.

"Children! 'Tis unsafe to be outside in this storm. She is to produce a funnel!" King Thranduil yelled and the youngsters almost shot into the warmth of the hall.

Legolas was in shock. His father, well, could worry him sometimes, especially when alone. Legolas flew down the stairs, to make sure his father wouldn't scare the children out of their minds.

What he saw was rather frightening. Thranduil was hugging the poor children to death. "Father!" Legolas shouted at him, and he dropped the children, who ran away faster than frightened jack-rabbits.

"Son!" Legolas found himself in a enervating hug. Thranduil was slightly overenthusiastic about children.

"Put me down!" Legolas managed to choke out.

"Oh, sorry." Thranduil dropped Legolas onto the floor. He seemed to take in his 12 year old son slowly. Thranduil was a rather odd loving father. He acted as a friend towards his son as much as he could. Smiling, he said, "So, why did you come looking for me?"

"To make sure you didn't kill the kids. We gotta let them live for a few more years, Dad. They are fragile." Legolas then pretended to faint backwards, and Thranduil let him hit the floor before picking him up and pulling him into his chambers. He ended up dropping the boy on the bed, face down.

Legolas was laughing peculiarly more than an unconscious person should. Thranduil flopped down on the bed next to his son. Yanking him into a position where his face was facing the ceiling. Both of their golden heads seemed lifeless for a second.

Thranduil had slipped his hand unnoticed to the child's ribs, then he attacked! Legolas doubled over in laughing as his father tickled him to death, or maybe to the point to where he fell off the bed.

"Dad! Stop! Please! This is cruel!" Legolas was laughing to death, literally. Thranduil had jumped off the bed and pinned Legolas to the ground so he could get to the neck, one of Legolas' most ticklish places. "Help!" Legolas screamed hoping a servant would find them, his father killing him.

Thranduil kept up his battle for quite some time, until he collapsed of exhaustion. Then he pulled Legolas back onto the bed.

There was a knock on the door, and Thranduil bid it to open. "Your majesty, she has created a funnel not to far from here. There is a small chance it will get here, but you must evacuate to the dungeon chambers. Farthest cell."

The servant continued to run to tell others of this danger.

"Come Legolas, we must go down to the dungeons. To my dungeon study, which is the farthest cell." Thranduil didn't wait for the child to respond, or even leave his place on the bed before he lifted him and rushed him into the cell, which took little time to get to.

The room was dark, except a small lantern on the desk. Thranduil motioned to a pile of huge, red pillows. He then went to the door and began to motion a group of servants to him, whom had been leaning against the wall with boards covering their heads.

After Thranduil saw everyone into a room he sat down next to his son on a pillow in the back against the corner of the room. Legolas slid his head into his father's arms, and began to remember his life, from the time he was born, to the time he was at now.

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A/N Ok, you who are going to do this writing thing, one thing I would like you to do is write a memory that Legolas has in his father's arms. You can make these any way, angst, drama, humor. Whatever you want. Just make the fit. And also try not to finish the memory, then the next person can do it. -Finnov!