It had started out as a small snowball fight between Legolas and Farlen, started because one dunked the others head into a snowbank. Soon the rest of their friends joined, and then most of the young warriors. Thranduil could hear them through the closed window of his study, a seemingly endless stream of shrieks, battle cry, and laughter.

Eventually, as his mind grew tired of the relatively dull task set before him, the King found himself drifting to his window more and more to watch the scene bellow him.

Galion it seemed had even been drawn into the war, against his Prince, naturally. Thranduil also spied several off-duty guards, some of the kitchen staff, and many others from all over their home.

The cold winter air was crisp and refreshing on his face as he leaned out of the window just a smidge.

And then freezing cold collided with his face.

He knew it had been Legolas even though his face was still too covered in snow to hear his delighted cackle and see the wicked grin.

In one swift movement, he wiped his face clean and nimbly jumped out his own window. There was a small shriek of startled fear and Legolas attempted to take off running, the elflings was quick it was true but he could not easily outrun his father.

With a squawk Thranduil caught up with his son and grabbed him easily, tossing him headfirst in the nearest snow pile.

Legolas' legs kicked helplessly while Thranduil took the time to truly enjoy his revenge. Eventually, the young elf wiggled himself out of the snowbank, face red with cold, I could have suffocated and died you know!"

"Nonsense, I know how long you can talk without taking a breath. You had another minute at the very least."

"Well, now that's just rude."

"I've been called worse. Oh, and Legolas?"

Whatever response the Prince might have had was snuffed out by a wet spalt as the snowball hit its target.