"Legolas Thranduilion what exactly is it that you are you doing? Do you have any idea what time it is?"
The prince froze in an unnamed combination of terror and shock, door handle still clutched tightly in one hand and an overwhelming bowl of fruit in the other, eyes wide. It was not his father the voice belonged to, he would much rather have his father yell at him. At least with that he knew what to expect, but not from her.
"Lady Celebrian! I had no idea you were here? When did you get here?"
She sat in one of the two armchairs by the window in he and his fathers shared common room, glass of wine in one hand and the other on her hip, "I got her yesterday morning, which you might have known if you bothered to stay in the stronghold longer than three hours in the dead of the night!"
He looked to his father for help who only starred on with a slightly amused and satisfied smile one his face, "We were-"
"And what is that you're eating? Is that nothing but a bowl of fruit?"
"I-"
"Is that all he's been eating Thranduil?"
"Ah yes, I forgot to inform you about my most recent discovery that I have in fact not raised a son, but a Fruit Bat."
Legolas finally released the door handle to free up the hand to try and hide the bowl behind his back, unsuccessfully, "I had nothing else I should have been doing!
Celebrian tossed some of her silver hair over her shoulder with exaggerated irritation, "That doesn't matter, you can't even be bothered to say hello to your father? All you leave him is a few cherry pits for proof of life?"
The bowl of fruit was placed rather firmly on the closest table, freeing both hands to gesture wildly with emphasis in his defense, "I did say hello! Last night when I got home, and then goodbye this morning before I left. He threw a pillow at my head!"
Celebrian glanced at her friend for confirmation, Thranduil nodded gravely, "It's true, I was actually aiming to close the door in his face but missed."
"Ah ha!" Legolas crossed his arms, "There, you see! There is nothing for you to be angry with me about!"
All the aggravated tension drained from her body and she gave him a highly amused smile, he was relieved that it had been another one of those sick jokes only she and his father found funny, "Your diet is terrible."
"My diet is perfectly acceptable for a fruit bat, thank you very much."
