Chapter 99: The locked room's toys
Thranduil was amazed of all the toys before him, and looking down at Legolas, Thranduil then knew what to do with them.
"Legolas, sweetheart?" Thranduil smiled, bending down so his son could sit on his leg.
"Yef Ada?"
"You see all the toys?"
"Yef."
"You can have any of the toys that you want in here." Thranduil smiled, kissing the little elven child's golden head.
"Really Ada? Because I remember when I was really, really, really little you said that grandma spoilt me too much because they gave me too many nice toys!"
"You where not that little... and yes I suppose I am spoiling you... just a bit, I mean... the toys are all pretty old and-
"Your spoiling me A LOT ada. Lots!"
Thranduil sighed.
"You are correct, my smart little son. But perhaps leave a bear or two for Cield's child?"
"Okay."
Legolas ran into the room of toys and grabbed handfuls of toys that he liked, and piled them up. Soon all the toys where in the pile in the middle of the room, but Legolas knew he would be being greedy if he kept them all so took three of the cleanest bears and handed them to his father.
"These can be for Cield's elfling."
"That is very kind of you Legolas."
"And this one is for you Ada!" Legolas smiled, taking another one out of the pile, this one a toy rabbit, made of silky materials and stuffed with soft cotton. This rabbit was in poor conditions, being filthy and no longer his original colour, but it had been that way for over five thousand years, since that was how it was when Thranduil was a child because of Thranduil dragging it in the dusty dirt.
"Legolas... thank you... This one was my favourite toys when I was young... it brings back memories..."
"Tell me a memory!"
"Well... I can remember when I got this almost too well. It was my eighth birthday, and my parents had been fighting..."
---Flashback---
"Oropher, you are spoiling your son!"
"Thranduil deserves a gift on the day of his birth," Oropher snapped at his wife, clutching the wrapped gift tightly. "And so he shall receive a gift! It was eight mortal years ago that our beloved Thranduil was born, and every year - mortal or elven - spent with him is wonderful, and my son deserves to be spoilt!"
"And what about your other son, Calenmir? What about him? Do you not love him enough to spoil him?"
"Calenmir does get spoilt, yet Thranduil, I admit more. But Thranduil is older, and not only is he heir to my throne, but he will always remember the gifts I give him, whilst Calenmir still is too young to recall my gifts. Now why did you bring Calenmir to this subject anyways? You know I love both Thranduil and Calenmir with more than all my heart. Do you wish to turn me against them?"
"No. Oropher I love you, but please, stop spoiling our children! As much as I love them as well, I want them to be respectful young men not spoilt brats!"
"And they shall not be!"
"If you continue this way they will!"
"Thranduil is not being spoilt enough to be a brat! He is a prince, and there for he will never be a spoilt rotten boy!"
"Oropher, we are rich! And just because of that, it seems you feel the need to buy Thranduil gifts with the money we have, else you will buy jewels for yourself!"
"SILENCE! I-
Oropher stopped when he was a tearful Thranduil standing in the doorway, clutching his chewy cloth tightly, small little tears flowing down his face.
"Ion-nin, why is the matter? Why do you cry?" Oropher whispered, gently running a finger down his son's nose, ridding it of tears.
"Because you and nana are fighting," Thranduil sniffed. "And that makes me sad, because I don't like it when you fight." Thranduil was now shaking nervously.
"Thranduil-
"When you and Nana fight, I am scared that you or nana will get so mad at each other that one of you will leave."
"Oh my little son, that will never happen, and especially not on the day of your birth!" Oropher whispered, tightly embracing Thranduil in his arms, his wife then embracing Thranduil.
"Why were you two fighting?" Thranduil rubbed away his tears.
"It was... just a little disagreement, ion-nin. But it is fixed now. And I have a gift for you on your birth day." Oropher smiled.
"Ada, how come you give me gifts on my birth day?"
"Because I- we, your nana and I, love you so much my little angel." Oropher gently told the elfling, handing him the parcel.
Thranduil tore away the wrappings to find a beautiful, silk toy bunny...
"Thats how you got the bunny?"
"Yes."
"Neat!"
Legolas ran to the pile of toys and grabbed out four more toy bears."
"This one is for Haldir... this one is for Tonus... and these two are for Illiendal when she comes home!" Legolas smiled.
"That is very sweet of you Legolas, putting aside some toys for your sister." Thranduil smiled, patting his son's head gently.
"Now, I think we will go help Cield. Being a father is not at all easy, so he should learn how to bathe a child... I believe Cield shall be bathing you-
"NO!"
"Legolas, this will be fun-
"No it wont, cause I'll have to let Cield catch me when I try to run away because he is new at bathing elflings."
"No, you are incorrect. I WANT you to run away, and make it as difficult as possible for Cield to catch you."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"That sounds like fun!"
"Just follow me, and we will go tell Cield he will be bathing you. Then you can run away, just not in the forest, Okay?"
"Okay!"
To be Continued...