Okay, in the chapter 1, I wrote that Frodo was in the Brandybuckland when his parents passed away. But I was wrong. It's Buckland, not Brandybuckland. Shirelass was so kind to inform me about this. Otherwise, I wouldn't know my mistake and still misunderstood. ^///^

And thanks for the great review I got.

Elvin Flame: try to guess my mother language; I will reveal the answer with chapter 4. ^^

Robin Gurl's INSANE: oh, stop your puppy's eyes. I can't stand it. This is the new chapter you asked me. But update more than one chapter? That's hard but maybe, I could do that.

Kyotora: Here a big teddy bear. 'gives a very big teddy bear with brown furs'

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Time for reading now, I see. Enjoy my humble work.

El



Note: All disclaimer see at chapter 1

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Chapter 3

Legolas glanced around the dining room happily. It was almost 100 hundred years since the last time he had met his kindred who dwelled in Rivendell. Nothings changed in his eyes. It always as it used to be, very beautiful garden and various foods. No doubt Elrond had many benefits to be friend with men, dwarfs, wizards and hobbit (even though, it was just Bilbo and Frodo of all the halflings who ever travel far from the Shire).

Mithrandir told him many times that the Periannath was a very interesting race. Bilbo had proved that in the Battles of Five Armies many years ago. Legolas doubted that he would never see the hobbit again but now Bilbo was here with his nephew who looked more interesting than Bilbo. He minded that he had to thanks to Elladan and Elrohir who he met seven months ago while they were hunting orcs near Mirkwood's border. They were friends since the world was so young to them. The twin had invited him to visit and stay at Imladris for a few months. That was the purpose of his excursion. But unluckily, Elrond's children weren't here. They were on the way back from visiting their sister and grandparents who lived in Lothlorien.

His eyes stopped at Frodo. The boy sunk into the pile of cushions on a high chair. The Prince of Mirkwood smiled inwardly when he remembered the helpless look in Frodo's eyes when he looked up at the chair that higher double time of his height. He almost went to offer his help had not Elrond scooped Frodo up and placed him on the high chair that was between him and Glorfindel.

Not only had the problem with his chair, Frodo had a trouble with tableware as well. Though the set was obviously small, which Legolas presumed they were used by Estel once, it still a little bigger for Frodo's chubby fingers.

During the dinner, two high elf Lords helped Frodo with the food such as handed him some loaf and cut the piece of meats for Frodo that the boy received it thankfully.

Legolas noted that the dark-hair elf was talking with the little hobbit with softest expression he had ever seen. It was rarely scene that could happen when considered that the Lord of Rivendell was the person who didn't show his feeling to anyone much, not to mention the stranger.

However, Legolas thought he understand the reaction that Elrond had. Frodo was possessed unique beauty that made him looked like an elf boy instead of a hobbit child. More than that he had something inside of him that Legolas didn't know how to describe. It was.he had the aura of love and light inside of him. Yes, the Elves also had the light in themselves but the light Frodo had, was different from them.

For a minute Frodo looked up from his plate. He caught Legolas' eyes and smile brightly at him. *I hope the twins will come back in a few days. They must be happy to have someone as a little brother again.*

Soon dinner was finished and everyone departed to the Hall of Fire for entertainment. Once again Elrond had to help the Periannath off his high chair. Legolas noticed a slight frown on Lord Elrond's face when his hands touched Frodo's skin during the help.

"Is something wrong, Lord Elrond?" He inquired and stepped nearer them.

The half-elf Lord didn't reply immediately. He kneeled in front of Frodo and touched his forehead and his neck briefly.

"He is getting a fever. We should put him in bed quickly," Elrond replied as he stood up. He saw the unhappy look Frodo cast towards him and patted on the small head gently. "It's the best thing for you, little one. I know from Bilbo that you like story. You have many nights to hear it as much as you desire after you're healthy again."

"Yes. Elrond is right. If you want to hear some stories, I think I can manage to do it for you, little one," Legolas tried to soothe the boy and happy that he did when he saw the bright and pure smile from Frodo.

From the other side of the room, Gandalf and Bilbo noticed something happened and came to join them.

"What's wrong with my boy?" Bilbo asked worriedly.

"It just a fever, Bilbo. Nothing to worry."

Bilbo brushed Frodo's dark hair from his damp forehead. "My poor boy, let's get you in bed," With that, he lifted the boy in his arms. Frodo sighed softly and snuggled closer to his uncle.

"I'll follow you with the medicine, Bilbo," Elrond said tenderly. He tried to suppress his laugh when he saw the distort face of Frodo. "Don't be afraid. I will sweeten it by honey."

"Thank you, Lord Elrond," Bilbo bowed a little and carried his nephew back to his own room.

Legolas looked after the Bagginses until they disappeared from his sight. When he turned back, Elrond was departed to his own chamber to do the concoction, left he with Glorfindel and Mithrandir.

"Bilbo is lucky to have a son like Frodo. He is a sweet and good kid. Sadly, I don't have a younger brother like him," The Prince of Mirkwood stated as they strode into the Hall of Fire together.

"No. Bilbo is unmarried. Frodo is his closest cousin's son. He adopted him after his parents passed away," The gray wizard explained. "If you know the way of Hobbit like I am, you will know that Frodo is smaller and thinner than a kid hobbit should be."

"From my eyes, he ate even more than me at the dinner."

Gandalf shook his head a little from Glorfindel's statement. "That was only a quarter of their usual meal. However, it's a good sign when consider that this was the first time he ate much more than another meals he had after the tragedy," The wizard paused his steps and looked at his friends seriously. "Though the hobbits have outstanding speed to recover, I'm afraid I couldn't say that in Frodo's case. Cheer him up if you can."

Glorfindel and Legolas nodded before they walked into the Hall of Fire. The elf Prince paused briefly at the music and the song he heard from the hall. And then instead of went to join with the other elves, Legolas said farewell to Mithrandir and Glorfindel before he turned back and went on the path to his own chamber which was next to Frodo's room.



To be continued.

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Thranduil: How dare you write my child to be friends with that half-elf's children?

El: 'shrugs' It's my fic. I can do whatever I want.

Thranduil: You! With the power of the king, I demand you to rewrite it!

El: Shut up. If you bother me anymore, I will make you wed an orc!

Thranduil: 'storms out angrily'