Chapter 50: Apologies
Haldir opened the door to a terrible vision: Legolas, chewing his chewing cloth, hugging a toy dragon and sobbing. Haldir ran over to the elfling's bedside, but Legolas immediately stuck his head down into the pile of pillows, hiding from Haldir.
"I'm sorry..." a muffled voice came out from the pillows between sobs.
Haldir shoved aside the pillows and discovered Legolas, who curled into a ball, using his knees to protect his chest from Haldir, who he expected was going to slap him more.
Haldir dragged Legolas carefully from the pillow area to in his arms, and he sat on the bed.
"Legolas, sweetheart, little yellow leaf, sweetie, please forgive me for slapping you and yelling at you before. I should not have reacted the way I did, and I apologies fully for that."
Haldir swayed the elfling from side to side, trying to please him. He sang songs the elfling's father sung to him, and he whispered nice elvish words. Soon the elfling stopped sobbing, tears still running down his face.
"Is Haldiw mad at las? Is las in big trouble?"
"No and no. I love you; little 'las' and I want you to forget that I ever slapped you. I'm just having a bad day and I overreacted."
Haldir kissed the elfling on the top of his beautiful head, and soon the elfling was standing on Haldir's lap, running his fingers around Haldir's ears.
"You have pointy ears"
"You do too little yellow leaf."
Haldir ran a finger around Legolas' ears.
"Not as pointy as you Haldiw. Your ears are more pointy than my ada's ears."
Haldir smiled and kissed the elfling again.
"Maybe when you get older your ears will be just as pointy."
Haldir watched as the elfling lay down in his arms, took a clump of the elder elf's hair, and began to play with it in his fingers. Then, he fell asleep.
Haldir was uncomfortable in his current position, but lay down with the elfling anyways, knowing not to try and get his hair out of his extremely small hands or he would awake.
Haldir watched the elfling's small chest rise and fall. He could see that Thranduil truly received a little angel seven mortal years ago. Haldir wished one day he would have his own little angel, but until then, watching little Legolas was close enough. He took his small fist and held it, then lay his head on the pillow and tried to sleep, but could not with the elfling's fist holding a good lock of his hair, and with the elfling's adorable foot rammed in his stomach painfully. Haldir did not move a bit, for if he did Legolas' foot would be moved as well as his arm, so he stayed still and just watched the sweet child.
To be Continued...
Only five more chapters to go, and then I'll have as many as I had before the story was deleted for a second time.