Chapter 92: School Work leads to trouble

Legolas raised the quill, and noticed how dark the ink was. He dunk the quill inside the bottle again, and did that repeatedly until the final dunk knocked the bottle over, sending ink all over the desk. Legolas quickly grabbed his papers before they where wetted by the ink spill, but his father's papers he had been working on since Valar knows when, where not saved.

Legolas looked up and gasped at what he saw. His father's desk was nearly fully covered in the blue ink, as where Thranduil's papers, and Legolas could no longer read anything of what had taken the king years to write.

Legolas knew his father would be mad, and he did not know what to do. Legolas knew he was going to be in a lot of trouble, as he also had ink on his tunic and face.

'Ada is going to be so mad. So mad.' Legolas thought sadly. Legolas knew not what to do, so sat on the floor and cried.

"Cield, do not act like this. You can be a father." Thranduil said strictly, but with a note of love in his voice. Cield had just returned with Firelien, and Thranduil had been speaking with them, and Cield could take it no more and had broken down, crying and violent, almost breaking an innocent little night table and one of Thranduil's bones if Firelien had not stopped him.

"I am sorry father." Cield whispered, dragging his knees to his chest and remaining on the floor with so many mixed emotions.

"Tis alright Cield." Thranduil sighed.

"Ada, I would not ask for a better father than you. I love you more than anything, but my child will hate me, Ada you must not lie to me, you know it. There is no way my own elfling will ever come ask me to play with him, or tell me how much he, or she, loves me. My child will hate me. Hate me."

Thranduil walked over to Cield and held his chin, forcing his face to face his own.

"Do not think lies to yourself Cield. I know these things you say are not true. I used to think the same way, but Legolas is attached to me, sometimes I even think too much, as where you and Cield."

"Ada, I will not-

"Silence. I will help you ion-nin. I will always be there for you, and I will show you how to be a father."

Cield shut his eyes and nodded his head. Thranduil kissed his son's cheek and helped him to his feet.

"Firelien... I..." Cield began. Thoughts where filled in the poor prince's brain. Cield realized something suddenly - who's fault it was.

"I cant believe you Firelien. I deserve half the blame because I trusted you. I trusted you and now you are pregnant... Firelien, we are elves! And obviously since you are a she-elf, you chose to be pregnant. Firelien, I am barly an adult, and I am not ready to be a parent - and... i do not know if I want to even be with you. I cant trust you Firelien, not after this. i dont know if I want to stay with you. I'm not sure. If I cant trust you, then I dont want to be with you."

"I'm so sorry Cield-

"It's prince Cield to you." Cield snapped.

"...Prince Cield... It was foolish of me. I was drunk, and you where too. It is my fault but... Cield, I am elder than you, and in all my life never has a handsome elf like you asked me on a date. I wanted to be with you forever, but I doubted that would happen... I chose to be pregnant because... I wanted to be with you."

"It is just happening to fast Ada." Cield looked at his father sadly, then back at Firelien as he sat down.

"You are very young, and that is true." Thranduil whispered softly. Cield nodded his head.

"Cield, if you wish to father this child, I can teach you since Legolas is still young enough to be used as an example. But, if you chose not to father this child, it will be up to you, Firelien, to care for this child, and I will not be helping... I must go see Legolas now, please excuse me."

Thranduil stood up, and Cield and Firelien followed. "May I come as well Adar? I do not wish to leave you, as you are comforting me."

"I'd rather you both stay here. Firelien should be able to comfort you, after what happened last night... Besides, you can atleast speak with her, since no matter what you do, this child will be your child and you cannot change that.

Cield was shocked by what Thranduil had said, and though Cield was about to comment back to his father, the elven king simply smiled at him as he walked out of the room.

When Thranduil entered the room, he gasped and whispered curses under his breath in languages Legolas could not understand when he saw his desk and papers stained.

"What happened here?"

Legolas responded with a quiet sob. Thranduil bent down to be eye level with his son, and he looked at him tenderly.

"Legolas?"

"Are... you... mad, daddy?"

"Yes."

"I am sorry! Twas an accident, I was splashing my quill in the ink and it tipped!" Legolas burst into fresh tears.

"I am not mad at you Legolas, just mad that my papers where ruined, and besides..."

Thranduil stood up, and Legolas gasped as his father grabbed a new bottle of ink and splashed it onto his desk, the desk now blue everywhere from ink stains.

"I find the desk needed a different colour anyways. It has been that colour since my father was using it!"

Thranduil smiled at Legolas and the elfling blew his nose on his father's tunic.

"You're silly Ada." Legolas smiled as his father took him in his arms.

"Now, I think you should do this in your room now, as the new coat of pai-... ink, is drying."

"Okay ada."

Legolas was carried to first the bathroom where Thranduil was about to wash his son's face.

"No Ada, I can do it by myself."

"If you can, then lets see you." Thranduil smiled, handing his little boy the cloth. Legolas lightly touched his skin with the cloth where their where smudges and then handed the cloth back to his father.

"I am afraid to say you got nothing off."

"Oh."

Thranduil took the cloth, added soap to it, and scrubbed at Legolas' face until there where barely any marks remaining.

"That's better. Now I think you just need a change of clothing!"

Thranduil carried Legolas to his bedroom, and removed his son's tunic. Thranduil gasped at what he saw across his son's chest, and felt foolish that he had never noticed this before.

"Legolas, how did you get this injury?" Thranduil asked, pointing to the gash that went half way across Legolas' chest that was caused by Cield.

"Key did it to me. He played a no fun game of tag and he grabbed me and did that, but then Haldir and Tonus saved me.

"WHAT?"

"Ada are you mad?"

"I am FURIOS at Cield! I now must speak with Haldir and ask him everything that has happened."

To be continued...