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Ok- Elladan and Elrohir's age, in human terms, Legolas is about four or five, and the twins are about twenty four. Does that make sense? I'm guessing that the twins are about 800 years older than Legolas. But feel free to make up your own mind.

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The chimes signalling dinner had sounded ten minutes ago, but still Legolas and the twins had yet to arrive.

Elrond was lightly drumming his fingers on the table, Thranduil has a look of impatience on his face, and Celeborn sat with an amused grin on his face. Eloria and Galadriel were involved in a heated debate with Glorfindel but were interrupted when four elflings came through the door. Elrohir stood holding Legolas on his hip and Elladan stood holding baby Arwen.

They flashed cheeky grins at everybody and sat down, Legolas making sure that he sat next to Elrohir. Legolas had taken it upon him self to become like Elrohir when he was older. And nobody opposed. Elrohir was a fine elf, he was intelligent and sensible and Legolas would do well to follow in his footsteps.

Thranduil signalled on of the maids to bring out the first course of the meal.

Legolas sat quietly through the first course, saying nothing.

Thranduil looked at his wife in question but Eloria just smiled and shook her head. Elrohir and Elladan sat and told tales of their latest escapades while everybody laughed, except Legolas.

"Legolas what's wrong?" Eloria asked. A look of concern on her face.

Legolas just shook her head. Elrohir frowned.

"Would you like to go and sleep for a little while Legolas?" he asked.

Legolas nodded and lifted up his arms towards Elrohir, who gladly picked him up and with a look of apology left the dining room.

Legolas put his small arms around Elrohir's neck and laid his head on his shoulder. Elrohir felt a wet patch start to spread on his shoulder. Shaking his head he continued. He was sure that whatever was wrong with him, Legolas would not like to talk about it in public.

Finally they reached Legolas room, slipping inside Elrohir put Legolas down. With tears running freely down his face, Legolas ran over to his bed and buried himself down into his covers. With a look of complete surprise on his face Elrohir strode over to the sobbing elfling on the bed.

"Legolas what is wrong". Legolas said nothing, his sobs only got harder.

"What is the matter Legolas, you can tell me, I promise I won't tell anyone else" Elrohir tried to coax the small figure from out. It worked, Legolas lifted the sheet and sat up, his teary eyes focused on Elrohir. Elrohir reached out and stroked he elflings cheek gently, "Go ahead, what's wrong little one?"

Legolas hiccuped once and then opened his mouth to speak.

"Atara's having another elfling and she doesn't want me anymore".

Elrohir's mind reeled. It was true. Eloria was pregnant but she had not told Legolas yet, she had wanted to wait and tell him. However, nobody had accounted for the fact that children are usually the first to pick up on any change within their parents, and Legolas was a very observant child.

Elrohir picked him up and sat him on his lap.

"Legolas, your mother loves you…"

"No she doesn't, or she would have told me" Legolas interrupted.

"She does love you, she didn't tell you because she wanted it to be a surprise"

Legolas sat up and rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"She hasn't told you yet because, she didn't want you to find out like this, she though that it would be a little while more before you noticed. She wants you to know that just because you'll have a brother or sister, she won't love you any less. In fact, she'll need you more, you'll have to be a big brother".

"Like you and Dan?"

Elrohir nodded and smiled, "Yes like me and Dan".

"So, little Leaf, do you want to go to sleep or shall we go back to dinner?"

Legolas looked thoughtful for a moment, "Dinner".

Elrohir laughed and picked him up. Legolas talked down his ear the whole way to the dining room, ' at least he's back to his old self ' he thought as they walked. It didn't take much to change Legolas' mood. And they all should have known better than to keep Eloria's pregnancy from him.

Everybody looked up and welcomed the two back, Arwen giggled.

Dinner progressed easily. The adults talked while Elladan, Elrohir and Legolas argued about what colour toy soldiers should be, they came to a climax when Elladan lifted a spoonful of mashed potato and looked at Legolas menacingly.

"Give it up Greenleaf"

"No never!" Legolas shouted back, holding his own spoonful of food.

"They have to be red"

"NO green!"

"Red"

"Green"

They both looked at each other, playful glares on their faces. And they let their spoons go. Unfortunately neither had watched where their spoons were aimed. Legolas landed on Lord Celeborn and Elladan on Thranduil.

Both Elladan and Legolas sat there, hands covering their mouths, trying to stifle the giggles that were threatening.

Eloria, Elrond and Galadriel sat laughing at the two lord whose faces were covered in mashed potato and peas.

Elrohir sat, mortified and bewildered that his brother had managed to pull such a stunt.

The two potato covered lords shared a glance then armed their spoons and promptly hitting Elladan and Legolas, Galadriel nearly fell off of her chair with laughter, she was however, silenced when her husband hit her with a spoonful of mashed potato and gravy. She looked at Eloria and before anybody could register what the two were planning, everybody was covered in food.

Silence shrouded the room, before everybody dissolved into laughter. Elrond, Elladan, Glorfindel, Celeborn and Thranduil all stood on one side of the table, while Eloria, Galadriel, Elrohir and Legolas stood on the other, Arwen had been moved next to a butler so that she was out of the way and wouldn't get hit. Everybody stood armed with a spoon. And soon war had erupted. Food flew over the table, mostly hitting painting and tapestries on the wall, the occasional butler got hit in the face with projectile peas but they just shrugged it off as a necessary casualty.

Half an hour later three Kings, two queens, three lords and one elfling sat on the dining room floor covered in food. Nobody wanted to move as when they did it felt disgusting, like being out in the rain too long and everything's wet and you don't want to move in case you get any wetter.

Finally everybody stood and left to go and get changed. The only clean one, being Arwen, who giggled and cooed at her fathers appearance as he carried her out of the room.

Legolas ran to his room and immediately drew a bath. He did not want to stay in those clothes. He giggled as he remembered the look on his Adar's face as he was hit.

After his bath he put on a clean night shirt and crawled into bed.

When his parents looked in on him a little while later, Legolas was already asleep, the sheets tangled around his legs and his still damp hair framing his face. He looked adorable.