Thranduil was good at ignoring things, and he was stubborn. But his son was persistent and incredibly bored.

First Legolas had whistled a few tunes, then paced the room 'accidentally' bumping his father's chair sometimes, then a water droplet sound with his mouth, and then the final straw was when he began trying to encourage a bird to fly inside.

Because even in his persistence to annoy he seemed unable to remain doing the same task for extended periods of time.

There was an end to even the kings stubbornness, "Really, Legolas? You are 78 years old and you cannot entertain yourself?

Legolas stared at him with wonderfully fabricated honesty, "No, absolutely not. You are my entire world Ada, and I intend to keep it that way forever. I'm your problem forever."

"Try not to say it like a threat."

"Awww Ada, it isn't a threat. It's a promise."

"A threatening promise perhaps."

Thranduil made a show of returning to his work and Legolas was silent for - One, two, three, four, five, six, - six seconds before he sighed dramatically.

The king flattened his papers against the desk once more, "What?"

"Oh no, nothing don't worry about it."

Thranduil was not going to play this game. He went back to his work.

One, two, three, four, five, six, sev- six and a half seconds this time before another sigh.

The king struggled to resist the urge to throw something at his heir if there was an elf on Arda that knew how to annoy him it was the smog little imp on his couch.

"If you are having that much trouble breathing, my son, I would suggest you seek a healer and if you do not seek a healer I will take that we confirmation that you do not, in fact, need to breathing like that."

Thranduil held eye contact for ten entire seconds before returning to his work, for Valars sake it was not even past noon.

And then Legolas popped his lips in that way, that one specific way and Thranduil nearly set the papers on his hands on fire.

"What? What do you want? Because what is about to happen is I am either going to throw you out of that window or assign you to some horrid chore until your back hunches with time."

Legolas had won. He knew he had won. "Oh, so you say that and want me to tell you what's wrong?"

"Have I done something to offend you in some way?"

"Yes, you have."

This ought to be good. Thranduil folded his hands in front of him and leaned back in his chair, "Oh, and what is that?"

Legolas made a good show of sighing, just once more, for the effect, "You are here, slaving away on things that do not matter when it is such a beautiful day outside with such wonderful things to do."

Thranduil sighed, "It does matter, and things such as?"

He had known he was going to win long before he entered his father's study, otherwise, he would not have come. "Name three things you have to do that absolutely cannot wait three days, and things such as a wonderful son who is the light and joy of your life who just wishes to spend time with you."

"Why are you like this?"

"What does that mean?"

Legolas knew he would win.

Thranduil grunted with feigned disinterest, "It means I suppose all if this is going to have to wait until tomorrow."