There was no shortage of unique things when it came to Legolas the beloved Prince of Greenwood. Glorfindel had always found him delightfully odd, even for a wood elf, and knew for certain he was far from the only one to think as such.
Even Thranduil had been known to mutter such things as: 'What an odd child.' and 'Did I raise that?'
But by far the most unique thing about him was his ability to be uninhibitedly himself nearly all of the time, and even Glorfindel who had no actual parenting experience (though sometimes he claimed otherwise after all his time spent with Elrond's offspring) knew it was a product of an astounding family bond.
Only an elfling who knew he would be loved no matter what mistakes he did or did not make, no matter what he said or who he hurt, and no matter how ridiculous he acted. It was only such assurances that led to such an unparalleled open character.
Even far into adulthood, he could be distracted by so much as a butterfly sweeping past an open window, his mind only every seeming half inside his head, the other half wherever it choose to be at the time.
Most parents would teach their children to be otherwise, or at least teach them to hide it. But that wasn't who Legolas was, Legolas was the elf who half listened with one ear enough to understand but if you asked what they were thinking about it could range from 'Nothing, just listening to you.' to 'Do squirrels ever actually stop collecting nuts at any point? How many do they need a year? Do they just keep doing it until they die? Is there some sort of nut cap? Ada ask the forest I need to know if they know the answer.'
Legolas sang when he wanted to sing, threw decorum to the wind in order to roll down a particularly grassy hill, and didn't bother to stifle any laughter even after water was sprayed from his nose. He said what was on his mind and was certain it was heard, he was stubborn like an ox and was open about the fact he didn't particularly care what or who was in his way he intended to plow through them. He was impossibly sweet and friendly to everything he met, regardless of how frowned upon it was at such dangerous times.
He could shoot a spinning coin from horseback in one moment and be reciting the worst poetry he could manage to come up with the next.
He was odd, he was unique but he was always so wonderfully Legolas.
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Sooooooooooooooooooooo writers blocks is literally eating me alive again.
So I think I'm going to do another 10 days of little prompts :)
