Lady Pegasus: Well, I'm back again with a spur of the moment fanficcy about
every bodies favorite elf-muffin as a chibi!!! I hate the way everybody
perceives Therandil as an insensitive jerk. This story sees him in a
different light.
Therandil: Finally! A story where I'm not an idiot!
Legs: Yeah! My Ada isn't mean!
Krysta: Okay, okay, let's get started.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! I only own my computer and my imagination. And my Muse says I don't even own that.
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King Therandil of Mirkwood was talking with the Head Council about a matter of great importance, whether or not weapons should be allowed in the city limits when. "COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT!!!"
And in came a little, three-year-old Elven child toddling in running as fast as his little legs could carry him and promptly hid behind the great, stern-looking king.
"WHERE IS HE?! IM GOING TO STARVE HIM, GIVE HIM TO THE SPIDERS, SEND HIM TO LOTHLORIEN, AND THEN HEAL HIM DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN!" And in came yelling the Crown Prince of Mirkwood, Prince Nimrosel.
The king sighed. "What did he do this time?" The little boy crawled up in Therandil's lap, got comfortable, and proceeded to suck his thumb while falling asleep.
Nimrosel sighed in defeat. "It's nothing. He just put honey in my hair. Again." And then he shrugged his shoulders.
King Therandil looked down lovingly at the tiny princeling sleeping in his lap. "All right Nimrosel. I need a break from work anyway." And at that the Council representative started to sputter. "But King Therandil, there is so much to do!"
Therandil's eyes got a scary calm that signified him as his worst. "And that is supposed to stop me from spending time with my son?" Nimrosel knew that when his father got like that, there was no stopping him. The Elven ring of power on his father's finger started to glow and seemed to be saying, 'you go Thery!'
The Council member seemed to get nervous. "I-I didn't mean that my king, I mean, I'll take care of everything." Nimrosel gave a thanking look at his father.
Therandil smiled, picked up Legolas, and carried him to the stables. Little did Nimrosel know that he wouldn't see either of them for quite some time.
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Lady Pegasus: There done! Please review pretty please! If I don't get at least 5 I won't continue. And for those of you waiting for chapter 2 of Sesshomeru's Love and Bakura's cooking experience will just have to wait a little longer. Please R&R!
Therandil: Finally! A story where I'm not an idiot!
Legs: Yeah! My Ada isn't mean!
Krysta: Okay, okay, let's get started.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! I only own my computer and my imagination. And my Muse says I don't even own that.
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King Therandil of Mirkwood was talking with the Head Council about a matter of great importance, whether or not weapons should be allowed in the city limits when. "COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT!!!"
And in came a little, three-year-old Elven child toddling in running as fast as his little legs could carry him and promptly hid behind the great, stern-looking king.
"WHERE IS HE?! IM GOING TO STARVE HIM, GIVE HIM TO THE SPIDERS, SEND HIM TO LOTHLORIEN, AND THEN HEAL HIM DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN!" And in came yelling the Crown Prince of Mirkwood, Prince Nimrosel.
The king sighed. "What did he do this time?" The little boy crawled up in Therandil's lap, got comfortable, and proceeded to suck his thumb while falling asleep.
Nimrosel sighed in defeat. "It's nothing. He just put honey in my hair. Again." And then he shrugged his shoulders.
King Therandil looked down lovingly at the tiny princeling sleeping in his lap. "All right Nimrosel. I need a break from work anyway." And at that the Council representative started to sputter. "But King Therandil, there is so much to do!"
Therandil's eyes got a scary calm that signified him as his worst. "And that is supposed to stop me from spending time with my son?" Nimrosel knew that when his father got like that, there was no stopping him. The Elven ring of power on his father's finger started to glow and seemed to be saying, 'you go Thery!'
The Council member seemed to get nervous. "I-I didn't mean that my king, I mean, I'll take care of everything." Nimrosel gave a thanking look at his father.
Therandil smiled, picked up Legolas, and carried him to the stables. Little did Nimrosel know that he wouldn't see either of them for quite some time.
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Lady Pegasus: There done! Please review pretty please! If I don't get at least 5 I won't continue. And for those of you waiting for chapter 2 of Sesshomeru's Love and Bakura's cooking experience will just have to wait a little longer. Please R&R!