Galion watched Arwen huff herself up the stairs to the main house, vanishing down the hallway that led to her bedroom without a word to anyone.

Legolas was worryingly absent, since the two had departed together. He glanced back to where Lindir had stopped speaking mid-sentence and winced in apology, "Could we continue this later?"

"Of course."

Without a thought he went up and over the railing, trusting the trees to position a branch so that it he could easily reach and swing himself along. Following the pull and whispers from the trees who took it upon themselves to direct Galion towards his prince.

Unsurprisingly, he found him sitting small and snug in the branches of a tree that had sprouted from Thranduil's buried crown. One of two that had been planted in Imladris

Galion made himself comfortable on the branch across from Legolas, "Hello little Prince."

His knees were drawn to his chest with arms folded over top and head resting on them, feeling very much like Thranduil when he was angry about something but trying not to be.

"What happened? It's not like you to fight with Arwen."

The twins, certainly. But never Arwen. The Two were far more likely to fight against the twins together.

"It was stupid."

"Yes, well, fights with friends often are." Legolas sighed with frustration, and Galion touched his elbow, "There's no rush, take your time to find the words."

He sighed again but this time more of a laugh, but still gave Galion an appreciative glance. To ease even more of the pressure, Galion began to count how many acorns he could see hanging from the branches.

A watched pot never boils and a scrutinized Legolas never spoke.

He had found twenty three acorns when Legolas finally said, "I don't even remember exactly what she said, something about her grandparents. Again. She won't come to Greenwood next summer, again, because she would rather go to Lothlorien, again."

"And then I got upset, because I never have anything to contribute when she talks about all of her family. And I got more upset because it's cruel of me to be angry with her for loving her grandparents and wanting to see them."

Legolas scowled at nothing in particularly and muttered venomously "I don't remember what I said either, but I'm certain it sounded different to her than it did in my head… and then she told me to stop being jealous of her family just because I don't have one of my own."

At this point, Galion felt the need to smoothly interject, "Which isn't true, Legolas, you know that."

"I do." He laid his head sideways on his arms, "I have Ada and you at the very least."

"You have many more than that. A family does not have to be blood, it's just the people in your life who love you as much as you love them, who care and support you the best they can." Galion smiled at his own thought, "Although, by that definition, all of Greenwood is your family."

"I'm fine with it if they are."

"Arwen didn't mean what she said, Legolas. Just as I'm sure you didn't mean what you said."

"I know, it just hurt."

Galion gently pulled a stray leaf from Legolas' hair, "That's understandable."

The trees warned them of two approaching bodies, Arwen and Glorfindel. The Balrog slayer must have noticed the disturbance in the valley the same as Galion.

"Are you alright talking to her?"

Legolas smiled a little, "Yes. Thank you Galion."

Judging by his tone, Legolas was referring to much more than just coming to sit with him today. He leaned across the small gap and kissed Legolas on his only exposed cheek, "Always, little prince."

Then Galion fled to give the two time to talk in private, dropping next to Glorfindel as he made his way back to the house.

Glorfindel smiled at him, "At this rate, you and I will never need to have kids of our own."

"No," Galion agreed, "No we won't. And if we do, we''ll already have lots of practice.

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