Disclaimer - I don't own The Lord of the Rings :( Which is why I amuse myself by writing pathetic little stories like these lol.
A bright shaft of sunlight shone down across the stone floor of the youngest elven prince's bedroom. Oblivious to the fact that afternoon was steadily approaching Legolas gave a contented sigh as he fidgeted slightly in his sleep. In fact, he was having such a good dream that he was unaware to the stealthy figure creeping up on him with a jug.
"Ai!" The now soaking wet elf cried as he leapt to his feet, trailing his sodden bed sheets behind him. "Lenwé! What in Arda do you think you are trying to do?!"
"Why wake you up, my dear brother, what else? Since it has become rather apparent, yet again, that you are either unable or unwilling to do so your self." The dark haired older prince of Mirkwood smirked in a teasing manner at his brothers indignant expression.
"Yet you found the need to do this horrendous deed with a jug full of icy water?!"
"Well…yes. You see, I did try to wake you gently by calling your name and when that didn't work I tried shaking you, but, alas! It was not to be!"
"Hmmm…" Legolas glared suspiciously at his brother for a moment longer before sighing in resignation as he yanked his dripping night shirt off and flung it on the nearby chair. "So what time is it?" He asked as he went to his wardrobe and rummaged around in it for a clean tunic.
"Half past eleven," answered Lenwé promptly, trying not to snigger.
"Oh no, Ada will be furious!" said Legolas in horror, "This is the fifth time this week I've missed breakfast. What am I going to do, Lenwé, he's going to ki-"
"Legolas!"
"Well that's my cue to leave," announced Lenwé with a grin plastering his face as he slipped quickly out of the door, " Oh hello Ada!"
"Legolas," bellowed the King of Mirkwood, "why exactly did you not manage to turn up for breakfast this time?! Also, why are you so wet?"
"Well…er-"
"Never mind, this is the fifth time this week! Honestly my son, I have to say the cooks are starting to become offended ."
"Oh I don't mean for that, Ada. It is just that, well. I was having a really good dream and I was practising my archery for hours yesterday so I just thought that…" His voice faded away as his father's blue stare bore into him.
"Well, ion nin, if exhaustion is the problem then I suppose we had best make sure that you do not exert yourself any longer. In which case, maybe we should think about suspending you archery practises so that you may catch up on your much required 'snoozing time'"
"Oh, Ada, no!"
Almost laughing in amusement at the stricken expression on his young son's face, Thranduil forced himself to remain looking stern.
"Alright, fine. I will not suspend your training." Legolas began to smile in relief, " But I am, however, ordering you to spend one hour a day helping out the servants in the stables."
On his way to the door Thranduil could hear his son's shocked gasps of disbelief. "Oh and Legolas, kindly remove your blasted cat from the dining hall. I believe the number of poor serving maids that tripped over him this time was four. A new record."
Leaving Legolas still standing dripping wet and wrapped in nothing but a blanket and wearing a stunned expression on his face, Thranduil left the room. Chuckling to himself as the door swung shut, the mighty elven king wondered mischievously if his youngest son had caught onto his cunning plan to rid his realm of…The Cat!
AN - Well I hope you all enjoyed that, please review and let me know!