***Oops, I forgot to put a disclaimer on by last chapter, but surely by now
you are aware that I do not own the majority of what is written. Thanks!***
"But, ada, I no tired." Legolas insisted, barely able to keep his eyes focused, but nonetheless squirming in his bed as his father laid him down.
"I am certain you are not, but after such a busy week, I would prefer we all get to bed a bit early." The King answered, sitting at the edge of his son's bed, tucking a stray strand of blonde hair from his son's pale white skin. For a moment, he watched amused, as his son stifled a yawn; then smiled sleepily up, aware that the yawn had deceived his act of alertness.
"Ada?"
"Yes, Legolas?" The young one took his father's hand, which lay closed to his head, and put it up to his own, much smaller hand. He wondered, if his ada always had big hands like that, if that were the case, would his own hands be so small; no, he decided, his hands must have grown, for he surely would have looked funny as a little elfling with such large hands. He laughed to himself as he imagined his stately father as a small elf with very large hands. Thranduil watched his son, waiting patiently for the child's train of thought to once again resurface, from his current private digression.
"I glad you are my ada; I like Lord 'Lron, but I want you to be my ada, not him." Though he did not think Legolas wanted a new father, Thranduil could not help but smile himself, when his son, gave him the most generous compliment a child could give their parent.
"I would not rather be anyone else's ada but yours and Kaimelar's and Sildulin's." Legolas walked his index and middle finger up his father's open palm, observing it with immense concentration, though it were an experiment that's outcome would change the course of mankind, but once his fingers reached his father's fingertips, he dropped the hands carelessly, looking to his father, though the whole event had never happened. The attention span of a child, elf or human or whatever creature, was certainly a wonder upon itself: at one moment so intense, and the next frivolous, forgotten.
"Because you love us?" he asked, gazing from his pillow.
"Of course because I love you."
"Good, cause I be sad if you go away. Legles love his ada very much." He said, nodding at the last word as if signing a contract of sorts.
"That makes me very glad to hear. But now, I think it is time for someone to go to sleep." He leaned down and kissed his son on the forehead, "Good night Legolas."
"Tell me story?" Legolas asked, wanting his father to remain at his side while he drifted off to sleep. The King was swift to reply in the affirmative, as he enjoyed the sight of his young son sound asleep.
"What would you like me to tell you about?" Legolas bit his lip, thinking of what he wanted to hear, though he would most certainly be asleep before the tale ended. But one story that he had heard just once before seemed to float at the top, and he decided that this would be the story he wanted that night above all else.
" 'Member, the story when you falled off your horse cause of Naneth, tell me that one," quickly adding, "please." He was getting a little better everyday with these manners.
"I would be glad to tell you."
***
Sildulin walked down the hall, barefoot, her light robe silently falling behind her. Though much had gone on that last week, she found it difficult to sleep, all the feelings that had occurred to her in those days past, rushed upon her whenever her eyes closed. It seemed as if there were just enough sweet ones to overtake the darker ones; for every moment of fear or anger, there seemed twice more joy and laughter. How very lucky she was, she thought, to have been so blessed to be born into such a wonderful existence.
A voice coming from Legolas' room caught her attention, it sounded like her ada; she drifted over to the door, which was open but a crack, and stood outside listening, enjoying the tale her father was finishing.
"And I could not hardly see for she radiated such beauty, but I bid my horse to keep on, for I would make that jump; if not for myself, than to impress such a stunning elf maiden. But as I approached the jump, my stomach tied in knots, as I thought once more on the fair sight my eyes had just beheld, and in that instant I feel from my horse and landed right in a puddle of mud. And though I was splattered from head to toe, I did not mind, my thoughts dwelled on more important matters, for I knew at that exact moment, I had fallen in love, and that young elf, who laughed at me with the most brilliant, most melodic laugh my ears had ever heard, was going to one day be my wife. And thank Valar, that she did, and she gave me three of the most wonderful children in the world."
It had ended, Sildulin heard her father kiss her brother and then exit the room, she was there outside the door, waiting to greet him.
"It has been awhile since I have heard that." She said, ignoring her father's slightly surprised expression as he entered the hall. They began to walk together without a destination in mind.
"It has been awhile since I told it." It had been awhile since he the thought of his deceased wife cause feelings of pain, the grief was there, but her memory always bought him such great light; he just missed her was all.
"It is good we always have memories, but what of Legolas?" she asked, knowing that her young brother was certainly much to young to remember their mother, he rarely indicated he truly remembered her.
"He has us, as well as her, it is just different is all. One day, when he is older it will make more sense." He took his daughter by the shoulders and pulled her close as they continued walking. "We will keep her alive for him."
"We will keep her alive for each other." She replied, resting her head on his shoulder, very glad that she had each of them there.
***So, it was short, but I wanted to kind of conclude things, a little briefly though. So, thanks for all the reviews throughout the story. There will be another installment not to far off, maybe I can get something started with the weekend coming up. But I hope you all enjoyed it, and I hope you will enjoy anything I might come up with and that you'll continue to support me with your helpful, happy reviews. Thanks guys!***
"But, ada, I no tired." Legolas insisted, barely able to keep his eyes focused, but nonetheless squirming in his bed as his father laid him down.
"I am certain you are not, but after such a busy week, I would prefer we all get to bed a bit early." The King answered, sitting at the edge of his son's bed, tucking a stray strand of blonde hair from his son's pale white skin. For a moment, he watched amused, as his son stifled a yawn; then smiled sleepily up, aware that the yawn had deceived his act of alertness.
"Ada?"
"Yes, Legolas?" The young one took his father's hand, which lay closed to his head, and put it up to his own, much smaller hand. He wondered, if his ada always had big hands like that, if that were the case, would his own hands be so small; no, he decided, his hands must have grown, for he surely would have looked funny as a little elfling with such large hands. He laughed to himself as he imagined his stately father as a small elf with very large hands. Thranduil watched his son, waiting patiently for the child's train of thought to once again resurface, from his current private digression.
"I glad you are my ada; I like Lord 'Lron, but I want you to be my ada, not him." Though he did not think Legolas wanted a new father, Thranduil could not help but smile himself, when his son, gave him the most generous compliment a child could give their parent.
"I would not rather be anyone else's ada but yours and Kaimelar's and Sildulin's." Legolas walked his index and middle finger up his father's open palm, observing it with immense concentration, though it were an experiment that's outcome would change the course of mankind, but once his fingers reached his father's fingertips, he dropped the hands carelessly, looking to his father, though the whole event had never happened. The attention span of a child, elf or human or whatever creature, was certainly a wonder upon itself: at one moment so intense, and the next frivolous, forgotten.
"Because you love us?" he asked, gazing from his pillow.
"Of course because I love you."
"Good, cause I be sad if you go away. Legles love his ada very much." He said, nodding at the last word as if signing a contract of sorts.
"That makes me very glad to hear. But now, I think it is time for someone to go to sleep." He leaned down and kissed his son on the forehead, "Good night Legolas."
"Tell me story?" Legolas asked, wanting his father to remain at his side while he drifted off to sleep. The King was swift to reply in the affirmative, as he enjoyed the sight of his young son sound asleep.
"What would you like me to tell you about?" Legolas bit his lip, thinking of what he wanted to hear, though he would most certainly be asleep before the tale ended. But one story that he had heard just once before seemed to float at the top, and he decided that this would be the story he wanted that night above all else.
" 'Member, the story when you falled off your horse cause of Naneth, tell me that one," quickly adding, "please." He was getting a little better everyday with these manners.
"I would be glad to tell you."
***
Sildulin walked down the hall, barefoot, her light robe silently falling behind her. Though much had gone on that last week, she found it difficult to sleep, all the feelings that had occurred to her in those days past, rushed upon her whenever her eyes closed. It seemed as if there were just enough sweet ones to overtake the darker ones; for every moment of fear or anger, there seemed twice more joy and laughter. How very lucky she was, she thought, to have been so blessed to be born into such a wonderful existence.
A voice coming from Legolas' room caught her attention, it sounded like her ada; she drifted over to the door, which was open but a crack, and stood outside listening, enjoying the tale her father was finishing.
"And I could not hardly see for she radiated such beauty, but I bid my horse to keep on, for I would make that jump; if not for myself, than to impress such a stunning elf maiden. But as I approached the jump, my stomach tied in knots, as I thought once more on the fair sight my eyes had just beheld, and in that instant I feel from my horse and landed right in a puddle of mud. And though I was splattered from head to toe, I did not mind, my thoughts dwelled on more important matters, for I knew at that exact moment, I had fallen in love, and that young elf, who laughed at me with the most brilliant, most melodic laugh my ears had ever heard, was going to one day be my wife. And thank Valar, that she did, and she gave me three of the most wonderful children in the world."
It had ended, Sildulin heard her father kiss her brother and then exit the room, she was there outside the door, waiting to greet him.
"It has been awhile since I have heard that." She said, ignoring her father's slightly surprised expression as he entered the hall. They began to walk together without a destination in mind.
"It has been awhile since I told it." It had been awhile since he the thought of his deceased wife cause feelings of pain, the grief was there, but her memory always bought him such great light; he just missed her was all.
"It is good we always have memories, but what of Legolas?" she asked, knowing that her young brother was certainly much to young to remember their mother, he rarely indicated he truly remembered her.
"He has us, as well as her, it is just different is all. One day, when he is older it will make more sense." He took his daughter by the shoulders and pulled her close as they continued walking. "We will keep her alive for him."
"We will keep her alive for each other." She replied, resting her head on his shoulder, very glad that she had each of them there.
***So, it was short, but I wanted to kind of conclude things, a little briefly though. So, thanks for all the reviews throughout the story. There will be another installment not to far off, maybe I can get something started with the weekend coming up. But I hope you all enjoyed it, and I hope you will enjoy anything I might come up with and that you'll continue to support me with your helpful, happy reviews. Thanks guys!***
