"Good Morning!" Thranduil heard Galion's voice across the shared living space in Legolas' room, as always, disturbingly cheerful for such an early hour.
Legolas groaned and there was a thud that sounded suspiciously like a pillow being thrown, and Thranduil knew he was next.
He heard the door open. "Don't."
"I'm afraid so my king."
"If the sun is not yet up I don't understand why I have to be."
"Because the early bird get's the worm."
"I don't need a worm, I need sleep."
"Well, you're getting a worm anyways. Up."
The door clicked shut and Thranduil resisted the urge to throw his pillow against the door. Like father like son, he supposed.
He had about five minutes before Galion came to yell at them again, and he didn't plan to squander it.
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"Legolas! Up!"
He startled back awake and tried to roll over, already done with the dreary winter day but Galion seized the blanket, Legolas groaned, half-heartedly tugging back "Why are you like this?"
"I would not have to be this way if you were more cooperative!" He wrestled the blanket away successfully and tore it off the bed, exposing Legolas to the cold air.
"Ah! Why!" Begrudgingly he stumbled out of bed, "Fine. Look, I'm standing."
"Good, now go bother your father."
"Fine."
Snatching his favorite blanket he wrapped it around him like a shawl he shuffled his way into his father's room. Without hesitation, he climbed onto the empty side of the bed and snatched his fathers comb from the nightstand and set to work on his braids.
"Did the creature sent personally from the Valar to punish me send you to do his dirty work for him?"
Legolas yawned mightily, "He did."
"Disgusting."
"I know."
"Your braids are uneven."
With another yawn, Legolas collapsed onto the bed, "I don't care. If it bothers you so much you fix them."
"I would have to move."
"Mhmm." Legolas' voice was heavy with sleep, "Besides, it'll bother Ava enough that she'll redo them."
"That's true." He didn't know why he responded, Legolas was already back asleep.
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When Galion returned for the third time ten minutes later it was suspiciously silent in the space and he marched to Thranduil's bedroom, finding both royals asleep once more. "Honestly, you two."
They both groaned.
They were not moring people as a rule, but it had been some time since they had last been this bad. Part of him felt bad to keep bothering them, but unfortunately, the needs of a kingdom under attack waited for no elf.
He clapped his hands together, "Don't make me sing my morning song, because I will."
"Oh, Valar no." Legolas groaned, slithering off the bed like a boneless snake, somehow keeping himself wrapped in the blanket.
"I hate you," Thranduil said with some conviction as he finally threw the blankets off the bed and stood.
"I know." He held the door open for them expectantly, they were not to be trusted alone in a room any longer. Especially not one with a bed. "Breakfast is on the table, eat it and be merry or I will sing you the song of the morning people."
Legolas seemed to give it a moment of deep contemplation if he should stand or just roll across the floor, had it not ben winter and the floors so cold he probably would have, but he pulled himself upright. "I can't wait to go to bed tonight."
With one last longing look to the bed, they both left the bedroom to start their day, finally.
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