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Hi everyone- I'm fed up of reading about Thranduil being a horrible father and Legolas being abused as a child- don't get me wrong those fics are good, but I prefer to think of Thranduil as a good father who loves his family.
This is my first attempt at a cute and fluffy fic…let me know what you think.
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The room was a mess! Clothes had been strewn about the room and drawers were hanging out from their dressers at odd angles. The curtain surrounding the bed had been torn down and the bedding had somehow made it underneath the bed.
"Legolas, Legolas, come on out you have to have a bath. I cannot spend all day searching for you. Legolas, come here, you must have a bath. Your father will be back any minute and you certainly cannot greet him as you are." Legolas's mother Eloria shouted as she looked around the room.
The filthy little elfling was currently hidden among the blankets underneath the bed. He suppressed a giggle as he saw his mothers feet pace the floor of his room. He silently watched as he feet left the room.
Finally letting out a giggle he scrambled out from his hiding place and clambered up onto the big bed. He looked down at the mattress which was now covered with mud from his boots. With a look of joy he began bouncing on the bed.
Unfortunately for him Eloria had been hiding behind the door waiting for him to come out. She looked at his appearance with a sigh. His shoulder length blonde hair was tangled and smeared with mud, as were his blue tunic and his black leggings, not to mention his boots.
With a grin on her face she pounced on the bed and grabbed him. They both fell on the bed laughing. Suddenly Legolas realised that this meant that he would have to have to have a bath and started to struggle, pushing his mother away with tiny hands,
"No Atara, no, no, no, Las can't get wet",
Laughing his mother picked him up and quickly entered the bathroom, without putting him down she locked the door and turned the tap on.
"Atara, no, no, no, no", Legolas pleaded as he desperately tried to wriggle out of his mothers arms.
Taking pity on him, Eloria put him down and watched with an amused smile as he tried to reach the lock. He was standing on his tip-toes with one hand on the door and the other straining to reach the lock. He looked so much like his father, she mused. He was biting his bottom lip and squinting his eyes in concentration.
The bath was big enough for four people, but not Legolas. You could guarantee that the floor would be thoroughly soaked before he actually got in the bath. It was times like these when she wished that they hadn't built the bath into the floor. Finally the tub was full and she turned off the tap.
She turned around to see Legolas still trying to reach the lock.
"Come on Little Leaf, come and get undressed".
Biting his lip he turned around ready to surrender. Slowly he began to unbutton his tunic and walked towards his mother.
knock, knock- the door opened- the only other person to have a key was…
"Adar, Adar", Legolas launched himself into his fathers arms.
"Hello Little Leaf, where have you been? You were supposed to meet me at the gates".
Thranduil looked from his son to his wife, he didn't need that question answering.
Without any warning Thranduil waded into the bath fully clothed with Legolas in his arms. He glanced from the amused face of his wife to the shocked face of his son.
"Adar, I'm all wet",
"As am I little one, but there is one someone who isn't wet", he looked at his son who had cottoned on and looked thrilled at the idea of pulling his mother into the bath with them.
"Stay here Leaf", And with that Thranduil jumped out of the bath and ran after his wife.
She didn't get very far when she felt arms wrap around her waist. She felt herself being lifted off her feet and being thrown over his shoulder.
"Thranduil!!!", she warned, though it didn't help that she was giggling.
She could feel the water making it's way up her legs as he waded deeper into the bath.
Legolas was loving it. He clapped and shouted happily at his parents display of playfulness and affection.
The three of them discarded their clothes quickly as they laughed and talked.
Legolas sat on a step in front of his mother as she washed his hair. Thranduil stood behind Eloria with his arms locked around her waist nuzzling her neck.
Finally, after an hour and a half and one clean elfling later the three emerged from the bathroom. Eloria walked over the bed as she watched Thranduil holding their son and showing him the collection of paintings that were hanging above the fireplace.
Finally Legolas was satisfied that he had seen all of his parents pictures. He yawned and rubbed his eyes with his fists. He laid his head down on his fathers shoulder and went to sleep. Looking at his wife, who was already dozing Thranduil pulled back the bed sheets and placed Legolas next to her. After snuffing out all the candles and closing the drapes he joined the two of them. He wrapped his arms round them as his wife looked at him, she smiled a sleepy smile and kissed him, they looked down at their son who had burrowed down into the covers and had one tiny fist above his head and a thumb in his mouth.
The two of them laid down and carefully wrapped their arms around their son and slept.
