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Bluebonnet and Anna Sparrow- actually, I wasn't going to add this story but as you asked, I thought I'd give a whirl. Hope you like this chapter.

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He was warm and content to stay in bed all day. But unfortunately he had to greet delegates from Lothlorien at noon. He reached out to his son. Or rather to the spot where his son should have been.

"Legolas, Legolas" Thranduil shouted. Waking his wife in the process. "Legolas!"

"Ah hah, Adar I've got you!" Legolas shouted as he jumped up onto the bed from his hiding place, brandishing his small toy bow and arrow.

Thranduil and Eloria looked from the small elfling in front of them to each other. And they laughed. Legolas had dressed himself in a forest green tunic that was too big for him and a mismatched pair of purple leggings. He had attempted to tie his hair up in warrior braids, but had only succeeded in knotting various strands of his hair.

Still laughing Thranduil reached for his son and pulled him down onto the bed and started mercilessly tickling him.

"Adar, Adar no, no. Atara help me, help me" Legolas spluttered out between helpless giggles.

Eloria sat up and made a move to grab her husband's hands but he was too quick for her. With a look at Legolas and a glint in his eye he pounced on his wife and began tickling her. Legolas, keen to join the fun, sat on her chest trying to tickle her neck. Her neck was VERY ticklish and she was reduced to nothing more than a giggling bundle on the bed.

They lay there with tears streaming down their faces, laughing like lunatics.

A knock was heard and in walked their personal servant Toldir, and Legolas' nanny Ceryin.

"Good morning your majesties". The two said in unison.

"Oh, I apologise for not sending word earlier, but we will not require your services today. The delegates from Lothlorien are due and we will not have time to make personal demands Toldir. Ceryin, Legolas will be spending the day with me so you have a hassle free day to do what you please with." Eloria told them.

With that the two left the family alone.

"Truly Atara, I'm staying with you? Can we go swimming, and ridding, will you paint with me, can we go and visit…"

Eloria cut him off, "Leaf, slow down, we will do all those things if you want to. But what about your Adar? Do you not think that he will be lonely if we leave him before our visitors arrive hmm?"

Legolas looked thoughtful for a moment, his head cocked to one side looking at his father. "Yes I think he will. Can we have breakfast, I'm hungry?"

Thranduil laughed, "Ai! Little Leaf you are always hungry!, why don't you go and get dressed while I go and ask for some breakfast hmm?"

Legolas rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. "Oh alright, but Atara has to help, I am too little to reach my clothes".

Fifteen minutes later a newly dressed Legolas, complete with brushed hair, sat cross-legged on a chair eating an apple.

Thranduil and Eloria watched with amused smiles as Legolas sat trying to blow a few strands of hair from in front of his face.

"Leaf come here", she patted her knees.

Taking a hair tie from her pocket, she quickly tied his hair out of the way.

Legolas had no intention of moving. He sat in his mothers lap, listening to his parents talk about things that he couldn't understand. Placing his apple core on the table he reached for his fruit juice but to his dismay he couldn't reach it. Without stopping what he was doing Thranduil handed Legolas his cup.

Finishing his drink Legolas decided to swap knees. He wriggled out of his mothers grasp and crawled under the table. Holding the edge of his father's tunic, he clambered up and settled himself on his lap.

Thranduil wrapped his arms around his son and told him to be good for his mother while he was busy. Legolas watched as Eloria placed a Mithril circlet on his fathers head. He couldn't understand why his father would want to wear one, he had an identical one that was kept in the treasure room as he hardly wore it. They were itchy and his was always falling down into his eyes.

Thranduil place Legolas on the floor and rose. He kissed his wife and strode out of the room.

Eloria looked at Legolas, "Well, what do you want to do now…"

Excited cries and various suggestions could be heard coming from the royal wing for a while. She shouldn't have asked!