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Eloria watched as Legolas sat playing in the garden. He was sat cross-legged on the ground making mud pies. His once light blue tunic had a thick coating of mud on it as did his hair, and his cheeks had smudges on them where he'd rubbed them. However, on his face was a cheerful and delighted smile. He was happy playing and Eloria was happy to let him. Although, she was not looking forward to bath time.

She carefully lifted up the skirt of her dress and made her way through the mud, her shoes squelched with every step.

"Look Atara, I made a cake", Legolas looked immensely proud of himself.

She looked at the so called cake and grimaced, 'I wouldn't want to se on the dinner table'.

She laughed and congratulated him on his cake.

"Why don't you go and get your Adar, I'm sure he would want to see it".

Thranduil had been stuck in meetings all day and she knew Legolas would be a welcome distraction and an excuse to leave.

He looked thrilled with the idea and immediately ran off.

The guards outside the council room took one look at him and opened the door.

"…Your majesty, we have to draw up the plans, without them the work will never be finished in time for the Lord and Lady's arrival". One of his councillor's was fervently arguing with Thranduil as Legolas burst through the door.

"Adar, Adar! Come outside and look". He pleaded as he pulled Thranduil hand.

"Ai! Little Leaf, you are filthy, what have you been doing?"

"Come and look. Atara is outside. Come see!"

Thranduil looked thoughtful for a moment. "Very well. This meeting is adjourned".

And before anybody could argue with him, the two of them were already gone.

"Little leaf, what is so important?" Thranduil asked, looking at his sons dishevelled appearance. Legolas didn't answer, instead he held out his arms and waited for his father to pick him up. Looking down at his regal robes, he shook his head.

"I cannot Leaf, my robes will get dirty".

"Well take them off then".

He considered this and decided that that would be the best option. He took off his robes and left it on the floor. Legolas was mortified.

"Adar! You cannot do that. Hasn't Atara told you what happened to people if they do not hang their clothes up?"

"It does not matter Leaf. She cannot complain about what she does not know." Thranduil laughed.

"Thranduil! Pick up that robe at once!" The two males turned round to find Eloria standing there with her hands on her hips. Legolas looked at his father with a look of triumph on his face.

He bent down and picked it up looking at it with a guilty look. He carefully folded it and laid it on a nearby bench.

"Much better, well little leaf are you ready to show your father your surprise?"

"Yes, yes!, come on Adar, come see what Las has made for you".

Legolas ran to the garden, tugging his fathers hand, trying to make him walk faster. Finally they reached his masterpiece. Legolas stood, or Rather jumped up and down excitedly pointing to the pile of mud that had been decorated with various leaves and stones, there was also a blue feather sticking out of the top of it.

"Leaf, did you make this?" Thranduil asked his son.

"Yes Adar, all by myself".

Thranduil didn't need to be told that, he could tell just by looking at him.

"Well done Leaf".

"Adar do you like it…do you want a piece?" Legolas asked innocently.

"Umm, it's very nice. But I do not think that a mud pie would be a suitable dessert".

Legolas looked crestfallen at his father words and his eyes were welling up with tears.

"But how about we all go down to the kitchen and see if can recreate it using more…suitable ingredients?" Thranduil quickly covered his tracks.

Legolas' face lit up and he immediately ran ahead of his parents and raced to the kitchens.

"Well you managed to cover that one up nicely, didn't you?" Eloria remarked.

As he stood up he discreetly picked up a handful of mud. "Come here love". He wrapped his arms around her and passionately kissed her. Without warning he let go of her, and smeared her face with mud. And he ran. He stopped and turned back to look at his wife. She was stood there with a face full of mud and a murderous look on her features, well- as far as he could tell through the mud.

"Thranduil! Get back here right the instant".

By the time Thranduil and Eloria arrived at the Kitchens, Legolas was standing on a stool, covered from head to foot in flour. Apparently he'd tried to get the flour but couldn't reach. So he'd stood on a stool, and with the aid of a cooking spoon he'd managed to knock it off the shelf, covering himself and the worktop in flour.

He looked up from his place and grinned at them…this was going to be fun.

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Sorry for the short chapter but I'm trying to focus on my other fic at the moment.

Next time…what happens when Legolas tries to cook and Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn come to visit- lots of mischief ensues.