Title: Adar & Ion: Gifts from Lothlórien 2/2

Author: Sivan Shemesh

Beta: Eryn

Rating: K+

Warning: Fluff.

Disclaimer: Not mine ever were. Special lines been taken from J R R TOLKIEN book.

Spoiler: Total AU. ROTK.

Summary: Prince Legolas returned from the war over his kingdom to show his Adar the gifts that he received. Short vignettes.

Note: Legolas is Greenleaf

Note2: was written for Mellon Challenges 100

2.

Prompt 43: Arrow

Thranduil watched as his ion knocked the arrow into the golden string of the bow.

Looking at the green-blue arrow, he asked "Ion-nîn, where did you get this arrow?"

Waiting for his son to answer, his thoughts grew more curious but tinged with fear thinking someone in Lothlórien was trying to buy his son with gifts.

Legolas released the bowstring, sending the arrow straight into the bulls eye of the target. He walked to the target with a smile, removed the arrow, and handed it to his Adar to examine.

"Adar," Legolas said, noticing his Adar's gaze was still fixed on the arrow. "Lord Celeborn gave it to me along with a quiver full of arrows."

"He gave you more than one?" Thranduil asked and his expression turned into a frown.

Legolas could see the questioning look on his Adar's face.

"Aye, Adar." Legolas confirmed and gave him a large smile as he watched him.

Thranduil's gaze moved over the quiver of arrows leaning against the trunk of tree, then back to his ion and asked, "And those arrows kept you alive, ion?"

"Aye, Adar," Legolas replied, nodding at him while he walked closer to his Adar. "Although, with these arrows, I find I am still having a problem with consistency. Our arrows are much better, Ada."

"What do you mean, ion?" Thranduil asked curiously

"At the Battle of Helm's Deep," Legolas began, his head lowered in shame, "I missed the target, Adar, not once…but twice. I almost cost Aragorn his life!"

Thranduil moved his hand to lift his ion's face, and spoke softly, pulling his son into a warm embrace. "But you did not, ion-nîn. Aragorn is alive and now rules Gondor."

"Adar?" Legolas stepped back and looked at his father.

Thranduil waited for his son to continue and when no words were forthcoming, gently prompted him. "What is it, ion-nin?"

"What should I do with these arrows I still have?" Legolas asked, pointing to the quiver he had left on the soft, green grass.

"We should send them back to Lothlórien with some wine." Thranduil suggested with a smile as he kept watching his son.

"Then Adar, send all of them! I missed the touch of my own arrows," Legolas grinned as he moved his hand over the golden bow.

"That I can do," Thranduil smiled.

Legolas stared back up at his Adar with a grin. "Can you bring me my arrows, Adar?"

THE END!