Sometimes it helped to yell and pace and order people around, sometimes it was best to calmly talk things out and work together and sometimes he just needed to sit in silence with befor he threw somebody out of a window.

He didn't even have the patients to try and make it to his private chamber and so he settled for remaining within a locked office.

More for their sake than for his.

Because, at least this way he could lay face first in his desk until his blood pressure returned to normal. Or the world finally came to an end, whichever came first. At this point, it didn't much matter.

Even Galion tended to leave him alone when he was like this, and everyone else followed his lead. Everyone except one elf. Well, elfling as the case may be. Well, an elf who would always be Thranduils elflings no matter how big, strong, and capable he got.

Legolas didn't need a key or any password for the doors to know to unlock themselves and allow entry to the room, and so they swung open without warning. There was a soft 'thudding' sounds before silence.

Not even a hello.

Somewhat curiously Thranduil left his head to spy his offspring sprawled face first in the rug, clearly agreeing with his sentiments about the quality of the day. He tilted his head to the side slightly when Legolas heaved a particularly deep sigh, "Are you going to survive?"

"That has yet to be foreseen. Are you?"

Thranduil laid his head back onto his desk, "Probably. I havn't decided if that's to continue being King or change my name, run off into the trees and live barefoot for a few hundred years."

"You can be barefoot and be king, you know. You don't have to pick and choose."

"Its more of an all or nothing ordeal."

"That's fair, then my vote is for barefoot in the wilderness." The two elapsed into a long, drawn out moment of complete silence. "Maybe I'll move to Rivendell for a bit, change my hair color and insist Elrond always had triplets."

"It could work."

"Do you have a better idea?"

"We could continue to lay here until we decide whatever it is we decide. Or I become one with the desk and you the floor."

"I love it. It's this kind of forward thinking that keeps you King."

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Sometimes you just gotta lay on the floor for a bit. Can't wait to hear your thoughts!